Cantousent Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 Sounds like you've been listening to Pink Floyd. Fionavar's Holliday Wishes to all members of our online community: Happy Holidays Join the revelry at the Obsidian Plays channel:Obsidian Plays Remembering tarna, Phosphor, Metadigital, and Visceris. Drink mead heartily in the halls of Valhalla, my friends! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 (edited) That's a rare phenomenon. What am I missing? Lyrics? To what was that poem so similar? Mood? * Mother Mary sang her song like all mothers do And she was happy doing it Until she was no more And Father came to Mother Mary Dressed in White All white And he said I don't know God, Jesus, I don't know That's what he said I don't know I think Father was a little bruised As he kept missing the hole The spot where all them bastards came You could see him searching And I dunno what came over me But I took this frying pan, eggs still cooking, I too this frying pan and I hit him over the head, Smiling. * Uh. Does this sound a little too pushy? Sorry for that. Didn't mean to. Just curious. Edited July 9, 2006 by Baley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaftan Barlast Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 My parrot wrote this poem A series of confused rhymes Hand around the twinkly pear, the grizzly bear and prepare. Theres somekind of ratbastard mutant scum in this diary of rum. Dogs ate the pope, and his cohorts aswell, he bid his adieu and gave his farewell. Another of them, after he was fed, he ended up dead. Chicken and watermelon and fresh baked bread, and they brought out the hatchet and cut off his head. DISCLAIMER: Do not take what I write seriously unless it is clearly and in no uncertain terms, declared by me to be meant in a serious and non-humoristic manner. If there is no clear indication, asume the post is written in jest. This notification is meant very seriously and its purpouse is to avoid misunderstandings and the consequences thereof. Furthermore; I can not be held accountable for anything I write on these forums since the idea of taking serious responsability for my unserious actions, is an oxymoron in itself. Important: as the following sentence contains many naughty words I warn you not to read it under any circumstances; botty, knickers, wee, erogenous zone, psychiatrist, clitoris, stockings, bosom, poetry reading, dentist, fellatio and the department of agriculture. "I suppose outright stupidity and complete lack of taste could also be considered points of view. " Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosbjerg Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 how about starting one huge super poem? where each "player" adds three or four lines .. then we allow the poem to evovle from there! needless to say you would have to at least keep in some kind of contact with the previous lines.. for instance I could start with - Mary had a little lamb which drowned in seas of blood so Mary cried for nights on end for a second flood Fortune favors the bald. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 (edited) Little Girls named Mary don't really matter in the great scheme of things So she decided on buying cheap second hand implants Produced in Brazil by starving 8 year olds For 5 bucks a week. As for the thread, The great beat Is the great passion There's this passion For writing, know what I mean? I dunno Don't ask stupid questions You do that a lot, dream Yeah, you've got weird dreams And I'm not even my own narrator these days Beatboxing fantasy is the mind's third eye This poem is basically meaningless Because I like it that way I could quote myself ad nauseam Smiling Because self love is the way to heaven Smiling Paved with good intentions Smiling And things that come into my mind Are worthless Not even worthy of the paper They occupy Yet I love them as I love myself And am forced to write this pointless dreg For heaven's close to my heart. One wasted minute Smiling. Five minutes to write a decent poem That's how long it usually takes Thing is I don't have 5 minutes Which forces me to improvise And tell the story of a boy that searched for meaning In a world void of love And found it at the bottom of an absinthe bottle Shame is absinthe's a mangy drink For mangy goths. Edited July 9, 2006 by Baley Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kaftan Barlast Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 (edited) Mary had a little lambwhich drowned in seas of blood so Mary cried for nights on end for a second flood <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Little Girls named Mary don't really matter in the great scheme of thingsSo she decided on buying cheap second hand implants Produced in Brazil by starving 8 year olds For 5 bucks a week. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Mary broke the heavens once by sneezing too loudly, Tom got his ribs broken by walking too proudly They're both okay now, lift their feet high at the promenade Tom's actually gay, but the two make a fine masquerade ( poetry sucks ) Edited July 9, 2006 by Kaftan Barlast DISCLAIMER: Do not take what I write seriously unless it is clearly and in no uncertain terms, declared by me to be meant in a serious and non-humoristic manner. If there is no clear indication, asume the post is written in jest. This notification is meant very seriously and its purpouse is to avoid misunderstandings and the consequences thereof. Furthermore; I can not be held accountable for anything I write on these forums since the idea of taking serious responsability for my unserious actions, is an oxymoron in itself. Important: as the following sentence contains many naughty words I warn you not to read it under any circumstances; botty, knickers, wee, erogenous zone, psychiatrist, clitoris, stockings, bosom, poetry reading, dentist, fellatio and the department of agriculture. "I suppose outright stupidity and complete lack of taste could also be considered points of view. " Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 Well, Tom was a decent chap deep down Of course, you wouldn't have guessed it at first He had a tendency to get drunk and shout obscenities Mouth wide open, dressed in drag. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosbjerg Posted July 9, 2006 Share Posted July 9, 2006 Well, Tom was a decent chap deep downOf course, you wouldn't have guessed it at first He had a tendency to get drunk and shout obscenities Mouth wide open, dressed in drag. <{POST_SNAPBACK}> but such it is, when feelings are supressed and gayish tendencies make you depressed you end up drinking if you are a simple "sheep" and ruin thus come, 'cause this is not cheap! Fortune favors the bald. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darque Posted July 10, 2006 Share Posted July 10, 2006 Spider man, Spider man!Does whatever a Spider can. Spins a web, Any size, Gets trodden on, and then dies! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Korr Posted July 10, 2006 Share Posted July 10, 2006 "My Gentle Oak" I love to sit and ponder Near my firm yet gentle Oak I like to watch and wonder By my tall and gentle Oak To count the birds in number Neath my kind and gentle Oak To eat my lunch in company With my good friend, Gentle Oak. "The dimmest light can shatter the darkest night, and the light I carry is in no way dim." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted July 10, 2006 Share Posted July 10, 2006 but such it is, when feelings are supressedand gayish tendencies make you depressed you end up drinking if you are a simple "sheep" and ruin thus come, 'cause this is not cheap! <{POST_SNAPBACK}> "I've lost my beat" I say to Tom as he enters the room "I've lost it, Tom!" I yell, though he's only 5 meters away He doesn't squirm, nor does he panic, he just comes closer And hugs me, brotherly, I think. A wholesome day in may. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Baley Posted August 4, 2006 Share Posted August 4, 2006 The elegy of the mind breaks the line separating realities Like many people before me, I am growing insane, Take notes. Please? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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