The Official POETRY Thread

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  1. BlackSG91

    BlackSG91 Well-Known Member

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    Who here likes, or loves poetry? This thread is dedicated to the one and only...FUZZGOD!:hbang: The fuzzy FEZZ as we all know is heavily into literature. I, myself indulge in writing some intriguing poems...on the washroom walls.;):naughty: But I wonder, has the Shithouse Poet hit every public washroom in North America yet?:scratch: Anyhow or anywho, poems come in all forms and sizes. There are limericks, haikus, etc. When you think about, songs are musical forms of poetry. Poetry can be an expression of our thoughts, feelings and general all-around musings. Post your favourite poems, or even lyrics to your favourite song. Here's a poem dedicated to his Fuzziness.:hug:

    Roses are red
    Violets are blue
    The FUZZGOD is magenta
    But his name is not Sue.


    [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6pex_ASYQPM]Johnny Cash - A boy named Sue - Live at San Quentin - YouTube[/ame]






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  2. realjimjim

    realjimjim New Member

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    I got some . . .

    Will I get banned for posting them?

    No one else beside me ever liked them . . .
     
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    realjimjim New Member

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    I wrote these back in 1975. Just fooling around the other day it occurred to me to maybe do an update, after all, it's 35+ years later and the gangs all grown up, the Lizzard's out of the joint doing community service, and myself,
    I'd like to figure out what ever happened to the young babe.

    Would you care to know what happened to everyone? Let me know, maybe I'll fritter away another day of my life and type up some final sequel episode.


    Here they goes . . . .

    Let me know what you think!
    Jimmy
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    Lizard Lust

    By Jim O'Reilly
    June 1975

    Frightened girl
    Into the night.
    Runs from a world
    Of lost delight.
    Needs to lose
    Mother’s ways.
    Wants to live
    Future days.

    Storefronts tell her she’s insane .
    The mask she wears can’t cover pain,
    She runs to hide from hissing rain.

    Dazed in a motel she awoke.
    From the mirror a way was spoke
    For her madness to be broke.
    The mirror saw that she was young
    & told this to the lizard’s ear.

    Mother’s ways should be repressed
    & for the Lizard she must be dressed.
    Snakes of pearls round her neck
    Crawling over a lizard vest
    That follows curves on her breast.
    Before the event she must rest
    If she’s to be the lizard’s best.

    Something is scratching on the door.
    The Lizard is here to make a score.
    Little girls need this lizard love.
    Which human skill can’t rise above
    Little girls live for Lizard charm
    And Lizard lust can do no harm.


    LOOK!

    He is coming in!
    His soft, cool,
    Moist Lizard skin.
    But, Ohhhh . . . .
    He is so . . . .
    Slow . . . . .
    Lizard eyes speak sweet surprise.
    Lizard body curls to soft sighs.
    Passion grows with each slow moving.

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    Lizard Lust Continued

    Out of their Strange madness
    They could not have sensed
    The voyeur in ecstatic delight
    Who was not watching for the shadow
    At the edge of dawn

    Let us go!

    We’re almost gone!

    The priest paid the motel rent.
    To Lizard prison our friend went.
    To a convent the girl was sent.
    The voyeur promised he’d repent.

    The voyeur left for home,
    With a smile.
    They’ll be back,
    In just a while.


    By Jim Reilly, 1975.
     
  4. Tim Fezziwig

    Tim Fezziwig Well-Known Member

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    The eye
    sees
    the mind
    cries

    then
    pitchforks
    salamanders
    RE-BIRTH!
     
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    rmlevasseur Well-Known Member

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    Edgar...Allen...Poe.

    The ultimate creepster for this time of year.
     
  6. BlackSG91

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    And strangely enough, Edgar is from Baltimore, so for all you poetic sports fans, especially the FEZZY, now you know...so cried the raven, nevermore.;)

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    Does the "Poe toaster" still show up every year?:scratch:
     
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    Söulcaster Well-Known Member VIP Member

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    There was an old man from Gosham,
    who took out his balls to wash ’em,
    his wife said “Jack!,
    if you don’t put ‘em back,
    I’ll stand on the ****ers and squash ’em!”


    Peace
     
  9. realjimjim

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    I think you're wrong . . . he was from Richmond. His family was a gang of lawyers . . . the Alan boys. There still in business too. One of them conned his way into being gov. a few years ago.

    I think he was buried in Balt. ???

    I'm too lazy to googlelize it all . . . . why don't you do it for me?

    All the above comes from reading years ago so I could be wrong.
     
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    There once was a man from Nantuckt

    Whose dick was so long, he could suck it.

    He said with a grin, as he wiped off kis chin...

    "If my ear was a pussy, I'd fuk it.
     
  11. BlackSG91

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    Oh, ok...I know for sure that he spent his working life in Baltimore?:scratch: I mean it's obvious that the Baltimore Ravens was based on Edgar Allan Poe...that's the very first thing that came to my mind when that franchise came into existence. I think the Baltimore Ravens are a sports tribute to the almighty Edgar himself.;) I'm also a fan of the COLTS of the CFL.:hbang:

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    I'm pretty big on poetry.

    Samuel Maneshe, Emily Dickinson, Longfellow, Ernest Dowson, e.e. cummings and Blake and Poe feature as some of my favourites.

    I also write poetry as a hobby.
     
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    We should be clear about this:
    Poetry is heavy-duty work.
    Before engaging with it, it is probably best if you have an encyclopedic knowledge of the history of philosophy, politics, art, religion and literature.

    Well, that's one way to go. I understand that there are other ways.

    realjimjim, what you posted looks to me like possible lyrics for rock music, not poetry.

    Not meaning to be too critical here:
    I have to produce lyrics for rock or blues music sometimes. I'm never satisfied with the results.

    As poetry, my efforts lack the striking depth and insight that I think poetry should have.
    As lyrics - my efforts seem to me artless and not well fitted to the genre.

    Tricky business!
     
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    Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
    Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
    I have lived o'er my lives without number,
    I have sounded all things with my sight;
    And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.

    I have whirled with the earth at the dawning,
    When the sky was a vaporous flame;
    I have seen the dark universe yawning
    Where the black planets roll without aim,
    Where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge or lustre or name.

    I had drifted o'er seas without ending,
    Under sinister grey-clouded skies,
    That the many-forked lightning is rending,
    That resound with hysterical cries;
    With the moans of invisible daemons, that out of the green waters rise.

    I have plunged like a deer through the arches
    Of the hoary primoridal grove,
    Where the oaks feel the presence that marches,
    And stalks on where no spirit dares rove,
    And I flee from a thing that surrounds me, and leers through dead branches above.

    I have stumbled by cave-ridden mountains
    That rise barren and bleak from the plain,
    I have drunk of the fog-foetid fountains
    That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
    And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things, I care not to gaze on again.

    I have scanned the vast ivy-clad palace,
    I have trod its untenanted hall,
    Where the moon rising up from the valleys
    Shows the tapestried things on the wall;
    Strange figures discordantly woven, that I cannot endure to recall.

    I have peered from the casements in wonder
    At the mouldering meadows around,
    At the many-roofed village laid under
    The curse of a grave-girdled ground;
    And from rows of white urn-carven marble, I listen intently for sound.

    I have haunted the tombs of the ages,
    I have flown on the pinions of fear,
    Where the smoke-belching Erebus rages;
    Where the jokulls loom snow-clad and drear:
    And in realms where the sun of the desert consumes what it never can cheer.

    I was old when the pharaohs first mounted
    The jewel-decked throne by the Nile;
    I was old in those epochs uncounted
    When I, and I only, was vile;
    And Man, yet untainted and happy, dwelt in bliss on the far Arctic isle.

    Oh, great was the sin of my spirit,
    And great is the reach of its doom;
    Not the pity of Heaven can cheer it,
    Nor can respite be found in the tomb:
    Down the infinite aeons come beating the wings of unmerciful gloom.

    Through the ghoul-guarded gateways of slumber,
    Past the wan-mooned abysses of night,
    I have lived o'er my lives without number,
    I have sounded all things with my sight;
    And I struggle and shriek ere the daybreak, being driven to madness with fright.
     
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    There was once a man from Boleen , who made a cock sucking maching
    At 32 strokes the machine broke , and turned his balls to cream .
     
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    [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTKZRire8Wg]Andrew Dice Clay "Poems" - YouTube[/ame]
     
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    he was living in Virginia & on the train to Philly for business when he stopped off in Baltimore. he checked his bags into a hotel & was found AFU 5 days later outside a bar in an alley.
    they took him to University hospital & he died after 4 days. his death was ruled "consumption of the brain",which could have been anything from alcohol poisoning to menengitis,yadda yadda.

    he's buried there & there's a statue.
    that's his whole connection to Baltimore
     
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    :D A do-it-yourselfer named Alice,
    Used a dynamite stick for a Phallus.
    They found her vagina, in North Carolina,
    and part of her anus in Dallas.


    Thank you very much.

    TWIN HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.


    :lol::lol: TWIN
     
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    from the arms of my parents
    onto the cock of the priest.
    my anger and shame festered
    now is the time for my release

    Blood will flow
    heads will roll
    the holy see will fall

    sacrifice on the cross ,
    lies in vain

    millions slain in the name of him
    him who shall not be named

    from the arms of my parents
    onto the cock of the priest
    my Anger festered
    now is the time for my release !!!
     
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