01-19-2015, 07:55 AM | #1 |
Spun a twirly fruitcake,
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First Poem
For those who look at my profile, you'll have read this.
I didn't know there was a forum genre for this. Wrote this when I had a breakdown at a music session. === Trashbin Trashbin Filthy trashbin What did you do to deserve so much trash? bin Clean yourself Wrappers Bits and bobs I attract the wrong crowds Mounds Trashbin Lonely trashbin In a house By a bench By a door Thump Find a friend At night A light Bathroom But nothing for me Tee- -rashbin Quiet trashbin Silent trashbin Bin Fin Last edited by SKG_Scintill; 11-12-2015 at 06:41 PM.. |
01-25-2015, 08:18 PM | #2 |
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Re: First Poem
The garbage bin. Butaful.
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08-7-2015, 02:30 PM | #3 |
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Re: First Poem
Wrote a second one, reusing first thread
=== Lunch Was sitting at a table. Nothing in particular about the table. Four legs and a top white from what was either paint or a sheet of cloth. Pseudo-oriental styled restaurant with waiters and waitresses well aware of me acknowledging its pseudo-ness. Ordered a coffee. Didn't order grumpy and vile looks but got them anyway. Moments later a cup, more resembling a bowl, apparently filled with coffee, descended on that tabletop with four legs underneath it. I say "apparently filled" because my cup slash bowl contained boiling water with coffee grounds nestling at the bottom, forming a nice brown sludge that I would otherwise appreciate at the bottom of my coffee. A plague of green specks also found a home in this bowl. Sloshed the caboodle about a bit. Left it for what it is. Walked outside to the parents who were smoking on the patio. Either tobacco or embarrassment, not sure which. A windscreen just low enough not to give any protection. Brother was there as well, but is of no importance to this story. "The waitresses are all giving compliments and loving looks but none to you", one of them said. You can decide who did. Mother suddenly gained wide eyes. "Look!", mother said, pointing at an approaching streetcar. "My machine keeps beeping when the streetcar comes by". Her device beeped. A red sun rose. Last edited by SKG_Scintill; 11-12-2015 at 06:41 PM.. |
08-18-2015, 12:15 PM | #4 |
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Re: First Poem
I like them. It's like asking the question 'what would a poem written by Jack Dee look like'.
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10-23-2015, 01:59 PM | #5 | |
Spun a twirly fruitcake,
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Re: First Poem
Slightly more conventional poem, lyrical
=== Flowerbed We went to a flowerbed a flowerbed with scent yet your hand, away it went here I stand, unspent I went to a flowerbed a flowerbed with scent I stood there, hand in hand it was never meant Breezes blowing, breezes blowing left here without you breezes blowing, breezes blowing will you take me too? You went to a flowerbed a flowerbed with scent yet my hand, away it went sent to wonderland We went to a flowerbed a flowerbed with scent side by side, but different land touching hands, we can't Breezes blowing, breezes blowing left here without you breezes blowing, breezes blowing will you take me too?
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10-25-2015, 07:01 PM | #6 |
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Re: First Poem
a quick rendition of your last poem.
pardon my singing, not exactly my style. https://soundcloud.com/frank-munoz/the-flowerbed changed some partials and rhythms in the melody was gonna make some art but lazy Instrumental for those who sing better https://soundcloud.com/frank-munoz/the-flowerbed-instrumental
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11-12-2015, 06:38 PM | #7 | |
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Re: First Poem
So damn emo
=== Growth Faces laced in cloth Carrying the load Crushing footsteps Prints in the dust Barren white road Leave, they must Hear the groan Of the rope Here they hang Past selves Left and forgotten Unwanted ways Pierced the mouth Stitched the skin Hollow gaze Husks as thin Hear the groan Of the rope Here they hang Past selves Thousands in line Next is mine
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