or at least some poetry.
as always - if you feel like commenting - please do.
really, please do.
bobblings
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bobblings
i am making an effort to post here on the watch this year.
or at least some poetry.
as always - if you feel like commenting - please do.
really, please do.
or at least some poetry.
as always - if you feel like commenting - please do.
really, please do.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Re: bobblings
Was that a poem? I like how you used emoticons in the actual poetry. Perhaps, good sir, we could combine our poetic powers. You could send me some lines, then I send you the lines back done my style, then you chop them up more, until we have a beautiful conceptual dish?sgt.null wrote:i am making an effort to post here on the watch this year.
or at least some poetry.
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really, please do.
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i am liking your idea. but alas (and alack) that was not a poem.
the following is. and it is about s-e-x.
the following is. and it is about s-e-x.
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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slave
/a metal catharsis to
my current paralysis/
my mouth is full of
teeth – broken, caustic.
a kitten, a real pole-
axe. (bless me) sedge
the river-banks, dredge
my bones – tank the fire.
(fake your souvenirs…)
the flowers of our
founding fathers; flew
over flag-draped coffin
nails. (smoke ‘em) radio
singing sweet, low mantras;
humming static free-form.
jazz transparencies. But oh,
that black dress. fun-house
mirrors (a better phrase.)
dog-eared summer (a perfect
phase.) stacking wooden
blocks, causes and distant
past glories. plastic spirals
(spin counter-intuitive.)
useless indirection and her
modesty left unattended.
count to three – minus – one.
But oh, that black dress.
- oh, that black dress…
/a metal catharsis to
my current paralysis/
my mouth is full of
teeth – broken, caustic.
a kitten, a real pole-
axe. (bless me) sedge
the river-banks, dredge
my bones – tank the fire.
(fake your souvenirs…)
the flowers of our
founding fathers; flew
over flag-draped coffin
nails. (smoke ‘em) radio
singing sweet, low mantras;
humming static free-form.
jazz transparencies. But oh,
that black dress. fun-house
mirrors (a better phrase.)
dog-eared summer (a perfect
phase.) stacking wooden
blocks, causes and distant
past glories. plastic spirals
(spin counter-intuitive.)
useless indirection and her
modesty left unattended.
count to three – minus – one.
But oh, that black dress.
- oh, that black dress…
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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I love that ideaPerhaps, good sir, we could combine our poetic powers. You could send me some lines, then I send you the lines back done my style, then you chop them up more, until we have a beautiful conceptual dish?
- if Sgt.Null is keen, perhaps you can add your flavour to the 1st poem as an experiment?Hugs and sh!t ~ lucimay
I think you're right ~ TheFallen
I think you're right ~ TheFallen
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Lungs (Little Anne)
blue, green, aquamarine…
I am the king of
lowered expectations –
in aggressive pursuit of
mediocrity, oddity, obscurity.
watching quietly while at
the ready to average…
destitute Amish mimes are
set to explode. /found fury/
camping out on weed
entangled lots. sounding
off in a sudden frenzy
of white noise. (black
light) – a fine grey day.
with two checkered gloves;
you scrape, burrow and
borrow new trigger points.
new math prodigies now
counting to three for the
journeymen and henchmen.
conspired wireless machines
are now all set aglow…
charcoal filter and gun
bluing. rendered ammonia.
the wide patrol keep
fill with ice. so go and dust
your under-carriage now.
they are for leaving and
have yet quit themselves.
but she has lost her
definition…. this is my
get ugly. not bad of you.
shall we bury your old
rust mattress under the
front porch? goggles, face
masks, plastic aprons,
one pair – rubber boots.
a cul-de-sac awaits you and
your next heart attack.
join our pixie stick binges
and candy cigarette burns…
how many weeks until
next? Harold of the
bells comes-a- calling.
we clabber along in
close pursuit and in
closed custody. we are
escorting garbage bins.
the caribou horns are
sharp and they slash
you and they cut you
to sticks and stones.
so steel your mortar
base-boards and all
cellar dwellers. spend
drift at thrift stores…
Jack and Jill moved out
to Beverly Hills just
for the money orders.
I do not understand
your philosophy. the
bell is rarely sounded.
henchmen vs. journeymen
- you be the judge! at
last we are all held fast.
blue, green, aquamarine.
blue, green, aquamarine…
I am the king of
lowered expectations –
in aggressive pursuit of
mediocrity, oddity, obscurity.
watching quietly while at
the ready to average…
destitute Amish mimes are
set to explode. /found fury/
camping out on weed
entangled lots. sounding
off in a sudden frenzy
of white noise. (black
light) – a fine grey day.
with two checkered gloves;
you scrape, burrow and
borrow new trigger points.
new math prodigies now
counting to three for the
journeymen and henchmen.
conspired wireless machines
are now all set aglow…
charcoal filter and gun
bluing. rendered ammonia.
the wide patrol keep
fill with ice. so go and dust
your under-carriage now.
they are for leaving and
have yet quit themselves.
but she has lost her
definition…. this is my
get ugly. not bad of you.
shall we bury your old
rust mattress under the
front porch? goggles, face
masks, plastic aprons,
one pair – rubber boots.
a cul-de-sac awaits you and
your next heart attack.
join our pixie stick binges
and candy cigarette burns…
how many weeks until
next? Harold of the
bells comes-a- calling.
we clabber along in
close pursuit and in
closed custody. we are
escorting garbage bins.
the caribou horns are
sharp and they slash
you and they cut you
to sticks and stones.
so steel your mortar
base-boards and all
cellar dwellers. spend
drift at thrift stores…
Jack and Jill moved out
to Beverly Hills just
for the money orders.
I do not understand
your philosophy. the
bell is rarely sounded.
henchmen vs. journeymen
- you be the judge! at
last we are all held fast.
blue, green, aquamarine.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Hoofbeats
Seward's Folly
and the Fosbury Flop
in the act of gone
Lazy Susan spinning
infinite eights
Black Eyed Susan
at the Haymarket Bombing
all blame me
buzzsaw in my head
it's a piss-poor
slop jar at
my door, the
tanks are overfilled
the mule is dead
so says the hitman,
Judas Gloves and
his Wilco Suit
take a walk in
nancy's Boots
sock puppet holds
a socket wrench
Colonel Mustard
in a lead pipe cinch
/don't think zebras
- think horses/
Seward's Folly
and the Fosbury Flop
in the act of gone
Lazy Susan spinning
infinite eights
Black Eyed Susan
at the Haymarket Bombing
all blame me
buzzsaw in my head
it's a piss-poor
slop jar at
my door, the
tanks are overfilled
the mule is dead
so says the hitman,
Judas Gloves and
his Wilco Suit
take a walk in
nancy's Boots
sock puppet holds
a socket wrench
Colonel Mustard
in a lead pipe cinch
/don't think zebras
- think horses/
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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Indigo Bunting
12 Gauge Recoil
main has strike plate
to the office. (door)
they will bore it anew
and try to reset it at
some point... (thank you)
Post-It Note Symphony
it is an ugly thing
- this thing / empty
threat of a broken
promise... the grey
wash of early morning
rain. words fall
hollow. echo through
the empty distances.
No One Gets To Panama
wooden steps - half an hour
away. change that after
the war. wooden trees -
half a mile away. bankteller,
root cellar, corner store.
not sure what gaffers are
for - want to leave this world
before. Joe Strummer
strums, Humbuckers hum, long -
haired hippies drum-circles,
lines and segments. Indigo
Bunting, decapitation blues.
tenpin nickle plating, copper
plated shoes - two sizes too
small for cobblers at the
mall. (go for a walk)
Admist Magnetic Margins
in the meadows
a pat on the back
for your adjustment.
to height, sublimate
common needs anew.
12 Gauge Recoil
main has strike plate
to the office. (door)
they will bore it anew
and try to reset it at
some point... (thank you)
Post-It Note Symphony
it is an ugly thing
- this thing / empty
threat of a broken
promise... the grey
wash of early morning
rain. words fall
hollow. echo through
the empty distances.
No One Gets To Panama
wooden steps - half an hour
away. change that after
the war. wooden trees -
half a mile away. bankteller,
root cellar, corner store.
not sure what gaffers are
for - want to leave this world
before. Joe Strummer
strums, Humbuckers hum, long -
haired hippies drum-circles,
lines and segments. Indigo
Bunting, decapitation blues.
tenpin nickle plating, copper
plated shoes - two sizes too
small for cobblers at the
mall. (go for a walk)
Admist Magnetic Margins
in the meadows
a pat on the back
for your adjustment.
to height, sublimate
common needs anew.
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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uneven lines - a denial of
purpose, content, situation.
clues amongst the petty
bogs. AM/PM hallway monitors
amongst a deafening roar...
check all the unchecked stories
restore the natural order of
kings, psychopomps and river
guides, condensed cans of
soured milk - stacked, restacked.
(attack off-duty salarymen)
/free karaoke lessons!/
met our quota fo rthe quarter.
distortion, extortion, venomous
sweets - so pretty, your lean.
purpose, content, situation.
clues amongst the petty
bogs. AM/PM hallway monitors
amongst a deafening roar...
check all the unchecked stories
restore the natural order of
kings, psychopomps and river
guides, condensed cans of
soured milk - stacked, restacked.
(attack off-duty salarymen)
/free karaoke lessons!/
met our quota fo rthe quarter.
distortion, extortion, venomous
sweets - so pretty, your lean.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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this is an ending...
a page - yellow dog rage
let your figures do the
walking, stalking in
free four phases (five
negative digits) or six
degrees of desperation.
emoticons and automatons.
this Pilgrim's Regress...
tower mobile, unguarded
stallion. (full bird is the
word) a wild blue ponder.
salt the wounds of
ambulence chasers mired
outside shotgun shacks.
uneven lines - a denial of
purpose, content, situation.
clues amongst the petty
bogs/ am/pm fm/am - hall
way monitors amongst a
deafening roar... check all
unchecked stories - restore
the natural order of kings,
psychopomps and river guides.
(guarding rivers) condensed
cans of soured cherrystones.
stacked, restacked (attack
off-duty slarymen) met our
quota for this quarter... or half?
/free karaoke lessons are free/
distortion or extortion? either-
pull the plug. add the added
time (time out) to an already idle
take of rumor, so an unproven
concept. weed-eaters and flower
pots, an axe will mark the spot.
(you can always try remover...)
venomous sweets - so pretty, your
lean. a matter of the freeze...
a page - yellow dog rage
let your figures do the
walking, stalking in
free four phases (five
negative digits) or six
degrees of desperation.
emoticons and automatons.
this Pilgrim's Regress...
tower mobile, unguarded
stallion. (full bird is the
word) a wild blue ponder.
salt the wounds of
ambulence chasers mired
outside shotgun shacks.
uneven lines - a denial of
purpose, content, situation.
clues amongst the petty
bogs/ am/pm fm/am - hall
way monitors amongst a
deafening roar... check all
unchecked stories - restore
the natural order of kings,
psychopomps and river guides.
(guarding rivers) condensed
cans of soured cherrystones.
stacked, restacked (attack
off-duty slarymen) met our
quota for this quarter... or half?
/free karaoke lessons are free/
distortion or extortion? either-
pull the plug. add the added
time (time out) to an already idle
take of rumor, so an unproven
concept. weed-eaters and flower
pots, an axe will mark the spot.
(you can always try remover...)
venomous sweets - so pretty, your
lean. a matter of the freeze...
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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antiquarian ironmongers
drop needle slight crackle,
hums. swamp rooted in
static - a swell montage,
grey monotone. a shimmer,
a jangle. delayed repeat...
runs deep echoes, relay -
reverb. plod and stumble.
pale monotone, mumbles
halfsteps, stutters. deeper
than shallow hollow rudiments.
empty words, phrases, clauses.
grey monotone - soap box
derbies. random poetry
generator. polliwogs, whirl-a-gigs.
salt cellars, pepper-boxes...
pale momotone. magnesium bursts -
slight wobble - curious rag and
bone men. golliwogs. sorrow fills
the dredge over by the sledge...
deep in the woods, hoax / joke.
squibs / bolts. chimney sweeps,
asleep but still not dreaming...
pale monotone - hushed response.
drop needle slight crackle,
hums. swamp rooted in
static - a swell montage,
grey monotone. a shimmer,
a jangle. delayed repeat...
runs deep echoes, relay -
reverb. plod and stumble.
pale monotone, mumbles
halfsteps, stutters. deeper
than shallow hollow rudiments.
empty words, phrases, clauses.
grey monotone - soap box
derbies. random poetry
generator. polliwogs, whirl-a-gigs.
salt cellars, pepper-boxes...
pale momotone. magnesium bursts -
slight wobble - curious rag and
bone men. golliwogs. sorrow fills
the dredge over by the sledge...
deep in the woods, hoax / joke.
squibs / bolts. chimney sweeps,
asleep but still not dreaming...
pale monotone - hushed response.
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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from Magnum Opus
414
sitting quietly in the
dim-light. in anticipation,
suspense of post-dusk
fading rapidly into
the evening, obscurred.
415
a lot of wirework and
spinning, I may not be
a stickman, but I am fierce.
409
mock-bitter conundrum. proof
that poems are made by fools
like me. baffle, riddle or puzzle.
403
at first light, the
stench of foul weather,
the backwards sky...
404
their silences grow
longer. their eyes are
bright - their tales
are helicoptor rotors.
how high can they fly?
414
sitting quietly in the
dim-light. in anticipation,
suspense of post-dusk
fading rapidly into
the evening, obscurred.
415
a lot of wirework and
spinning, I may not be
a stickman, but I am fierce.
409
mock-bitter conundrum. proof
that poems are made by fools
like me. baffle, riddle or puzzle.
403
at first light, the
stench of foul weather,
the backwards sky...
404
their silences grow
longer. their eyes are
bright - their tales
are helicoptor rotors.
how high can they fly?
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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from Magnum Opus
394
Silas and Doctor Pill dreaming
an awful dream. and Flip had
trouble keeping sermons in line.
383
six string drag and
time shift, Christmas
trees in a snowstorm.
cold, unmerciful knockout
- whiteout. true north.
384
ebb & flow, rhythm -
call & response. rhombus,
chainbus - lights out,
punch buggy, polaris -
coincidence is anonymous
375
i've got a monkey, two monkeys.
the other one is yarn and
fabric. i have three monkeys.
371
Grunter Stinkbottom is a
good boy, not a broke dog.
chases chickens and hogs.
tries to find time to sleep,
set your watches to him.[/b]
394
Silas and Doctor Pill dreaming
an awful dream. and Flip had
trouble keeping sermons in line.
383
six string drag and
time shift, Christmas
trees in a snowstorm.
cold, unmerciful knockout
- whiteout. true north.
384
ebb & flow, rhythm -
call & response. rhombus,
chainbus - lights out,
punch buggy, polaris -
coincidence is anonymous
375
i've got a monkey, two monkeys.
the other one is yarn and
fabric. i have three monkeys.
371
Grunter Stinkbottom is a
good boy, not a broke dog.
chases chickens and hogs.
tries to find time to sleep,
set your watches to him.[/b]
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Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
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monochrome
color me blue
color me a rainbow
to purify my heart
stir through the ashes
can't find it
can't find me
color me black
color me a past
look at my hands
they aren't mine
not the ones i knew
used to know me
color me grey
color me if you can
i've lost tomorrow
used to keep it near
to lose control
to admit it all
color me blue
color me a rainbow
to purify my heart
stir through the ashes
can't find it
can't find me
color me black
color me a past
look at my hands
they aren't mine
not the ones i knew
used to know me
color me grey
color me if you can
i've lost tomorrow
used to keep it near
to lose control
to admit it all
Lenin, Marx
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...
Marx, Lennon
Good Dog...