poems

zachatree · Post by **zachatree** » 28 Oct 2004 18:06

yes thats where the first one came from, i copyed it and sent it to a friend and didnt have the autors name, for got to put it on this.. sorry i didnt mean to have any one think it was my writeing or any thing, i think i even said i like to read them i was meaning that i read that one, and that i would be posting alot in the futer, sorry.

this poems not my style of writeing at all, i just thought it was cool and it reminded me to start joting down shit again.

i will keep smokeing thank you and its opium, not weed.

mattkain · Post by **mattkain** » 28 Oct 2004 18:41

zachatree wrote:this poems not my style of writeing at all

Indeed. It lacks your trademark clunky, inchoate grasp of English, your abnormally poor orthography skills, and your utterly pedestrian and often puerile ability to put words together (or to be blunt, you have the poetic grace of a 10 pound bag of potatoes).

MattKain

Oh yeah, and I still meant weed.

C-Fan · Post by **C-Fan** » 28 Oct 2004 18:56

This thread is so good on so many levels...

<-----me kicking back with sunglasses, enjoying this thread on multiple levels.

lightningbolt · Post by **lightningbolt** » 28 Oct 2004 18:58

mattkain wrote:
zachatree wrote:this poems not my style of writeing at all
Indeed. It lacks your trademark clunky, inchoate grasp of English, your abnormally poor orthography skills, and your utterly pedestrian and often puerile ability to put words together (or to be blunt, you have the poetic grace of a 10 pound bag of potatoes).

MattKain

Oh yeah, and I still meant weed.

Wow. That was uncalled for! There no need for personal attacks!
Jeeze, What did he do to you?

Jeremy · Post by **Jeremy** » 28 Oct 2004 20:23

I wrote this one right now!

Modified is a really cool forum
It has a great sense of decorum.
Everybody respects everybody
And nobody does anything shoddy.

Occasionally things go astray,
But Optimus Prime says:
"That's not the way -
Respect Ken's fez!"

Hopefully with that in mind
We'll all be nice and kind,
Not act like a silly dill,
Just enjoy the forum and chill!

zachatree · Post by **zachatree** » 29 Oct 2004 02:59

THATS AWSOME JER i was trying to write one about footbag/modifed for a while in class yesterday and couldnt, props.

thanks mattkain, i know im not the best but at least what i write makes sence, at least to me. and i enjoy it i dont care what you think, but thanks any way for being a complet asshole.

Ps i like potatoes so 10 pounds Aa, thats a complment in my book.

Anz · Post by **Anz** » 29 Oct 2004 09:34

Ok, I wrote a poem in english as I promised.
It's a Haiku poem, but I wasn't sure about the syllables of some words, so there can be mistakes.

Into deep, smooth shred
Butterfly is willing to
like a silent frog

oh bugger

Now I need to make a real one.

sniikeri · Post by **sniikeri** » 29 Oct 2004 10:02

Jeremy, are you reading Harry Potters? Seems to have a great influence in you.

Jeremy · Post by **Jeremy** » 29 Oct 2004 15:39

Harry Potter? The little wizard kid who fights some evil person who killed his parents? I've read a few of the books a while ago - not really a fan though.

I was more inspired by the looming flame war than by anything else. I'm not a very good poet but I can find rhyming words ok.

FlexThis · Post by **FlexThis** » 29 Oct 2004 15:54

Jeremy · Post by **Jeremy** » 29 Oct 2004 16:09

It's a poetry battle!

Damon, Damon, Damon
There aint no game on!
The Right supports the rich,
And leaves the poor in a ditch!

The Left is all about equality
And living standards of quality!
Protecting the trees
To keep the future pleased.

Money isn't really real
What counts is the deal
A few can own the world
Or we all can!

SlashC · Post by **SlashC** » 29 Oct 2004 17:09

I have an illustration for this poem somewhere...

I once had a dumb-dog named Spot.
He got into trouble a whole lot.
One day he fought a cat,
But it was much too fat,
And spot was eaten by what he'd sought.

FlexThis · Post by **FlexThis** » 01 Nov 2004 16:11

C-Fan · Post by **C-Fan** » 03 Nov 2004 19:35

Bush reelected?

I wonder how`s the weather,
Down in New Zealand.

Tsiangkun · Post by **Tsiangkun** » 03 Nov 2004 19:49

h*ly f**king sh*t
f*ck*g h*ly fu**ing sh*t
fuc**ng h*ly sh*t

hmm, new zealand eh ?
do they have any jobs there ?
looks to phillipines.

mc · Post by mc » 04 Nov 2004 09:43

minute to minute
i'm sitting here in it
how much slower can the second hand go?
I don't know...
I go to leave but the clock says no
sit back down
and pick up the phone when it rings
so you get a paycheck to pay for the things
that keep you living and breathing
so don't even think about leaving...
chill it, kiddo, learn to count backwards from 7 hours

and get used to it.
it's like this every day.

I swear. There is NO WAY I'm going to work a real job for the rest of my life. This pro legballer thing better work out. or music or something. because this 9-5 is nonsense.

Anz · Post by **Anz** » 04 Nov 2004 11:36

Dude, Ken! That's a good haiku!

Ken is da man, but
I really should be sleeping
like a baby now.

bugger... I can't never make a good haiku...
Well that's better than my last one

I'll give it a third shot next week...

zachatree · Post by **zachatree** » 04 Nov 2004 17:59

I JUST WANT THE GIRL
I JUST WANT THE GIRL
I JUST WANT THE GIRL
i want to just be happy

BainbridgeShred · Post by **BainbridgeShred** » 11 Nov 2004 10:07

Here's something I wrote awhile ago;

The sun begins its inevitable set at 4pm on an arid north western Texas day.
A seemingly lone cyote trots crisply on a small plateau next to a sharp cliff of red, sunbaked rocks.
Like the cliff, he is sedentary.

He continues he motion of back and forth, trotting, trotting, trotting. Stop. Turn. Trotting, trotting, trotting. Stop.

All the while two vultures circle the hot air over the plateau ominously. Two portended vultures.

The gentle noise of the air rolling over each individual rock and pushing the sand is interupted sharply by the emphatic, despotic crack of a bullet exiting a rifle.

The cyote stops trotting, stumbles on four weak legs, and falls to the musty red dirt of a Texas foothill below him. His pain is ephemeral, his life trancated.

Eternally the cyote is done trotting.

The hot sun begins to bake the dead cyotes flesh. His fur red from the blood of his wound and the rust clay that he had walked upon his entire life.

The cyote is now rotting, rotting, rotting.

The sun continues its decsent, never to rise again.

QuantumBalance · Post by **QuantumBalance** » 11 Nov 2004 17:00

U is for Unknown (and new)

You and I are "in love".
(What is love?)
U walked in when I was working...
(U are beautiful.)
You leaned forward wanting to see more
than the long lost look on my face.
(U make me feel alive.)
U said u would come back tomorrow.
(I hope U do.)

You and I got in to a fight...
(of words and of feelings.)
I know I was right.
(You won't see my reasons.)

I left you alone, upstairs.
I know that you would
cut off all your hair
(military style)
before you ever admitted defeat.
Or at least - retreat.

You sit in your chair
thinking that I was attacking you.
I simply could not comprimise myself further.
(For You could be U -
and U could be anyone.)

I don't want to spend
the rest of my life
in the sights of your gun.

-Sam Colclough
11-11-04