Post a Poem... (yeah really)

[BlackMagicBabeXx]

Mendacity in the Chat Room

"I am only fifty years old"
Is what the aged geezer told

"You know, I am quite rich"
Claimed a man living in a ditch

"Two hundred is all I weigh"
Said one the size of a bale of hay

"I starred in a movie, you know"
Didn't tell it was a horror show

"Of course I never smoked"
As he coughed and choked

"Whiskey is the worst of all"
As he gulped his highball

"Illegal drugs take my breath"
While he was then using meth

"I have been single for a year"
Making sure wife didn't hear

These are some reasons why
To assume what's said is a lie

 

[Blankgeneration]

Great piece!

You reminded me of a girl named Jenny,
She was a beauty, but had no future,
she was blown against the wind,
her time belonged in Abergavenny,
died a death in Derbyshire,
looking like Zelda from terrahawks,
sadly nobody but Stevie,
left to,
mourn

 

[Lil_White_Fox]

Loving the poems, keep them coming here's an observational one I found blank and bmb

 

[Blankgeneration]

A belated Halloween one

Patiently wait

Watch the Van Der Graaf generator,
with awe and static shock,
huddle round the disseminators,
for their daily dose of toxic gossip clods

Watch their minds slither down the Anaglypta,
like a fish oil painting in the sun,
orchestra of wood saw instruments,
spree killing shooters, mentally undone

Watch the bullets dance in the carnival of fear,
whooshing, weaving, entering, disappearing,
metal magic tricks that turn all to red,
Thanatos, Morta and Anubis applaud, waiting to collect

Watch their blame game rhetoric,
projected live to the willing brain stem,
a tragedy, a disease, too many guns willing to please,
too much money is made, to be spoiled by the odd grim parade.
So we just patiently wait for it to happen again

 

[TemptingEnigma]

"Later" becomes "too late."

- Talk to you later.
- I'll call you later.
- See you later.
- We'll walk later.
- I'll tell you later.

We leave everything for later, but forget that "later" does not belong to us.

Later, our loved ones are no longer with us.
Later, we don't hear them and we don't see them.
Later, they are just memories.
Later, the day becomes night, the force becomes helpless,
the smile becomes a grimace, and life becomes death.

"Later" becomes "too late."

: Unknown

 

[BlackMagicBabeXx]

CHAT-ROOM BLUES​

Sauntered into the chat-room looking for conversational delight;
But what I found, depressingly,was no one much interested me;
first room in, what happened there?
It quickly emptied into silent air;
second one was not much different,
it turned into time not well spent;
several tries and none was better,
made me wonder, then to fretter;
decided to give it a rest for while,
next time won’t post my pic on profile.

 

[Blankgeneration]

Sticky back plastic

Both the good and the evil.
they say it can't be real,
the clothes are too clean,
it looks too polished and cinematic,
when the sludge and carnage shine,
eyes become mostly indifferent, to the sticky back plastic

Cradle filled with gimcrack

Adieu aux canards,
the oranges unpicked on the branch,
prospering left for the scavengers of ash,
running to the edge via the hydrocrack,
strapped in for the turbulence of warm permanence,
unsalvageable cradle filled with parasites labelled gimcrack

A perfect art work defaced

Toxic paint flung, like a billion monkeys one cup sh** fling funeral,
slapped it on fast, caked it on thick,
let it layer up, suffocating the canvas till it became unrecognisabile,
some frantically tried to fix it, no saving, it can't be replaced,
the Artist thinks "Give them something of impossible beauty and wonder!"
"They give you back a perfect art work defaced."

 

[Moriarty]

A perfect art work defaced

Toxic paint flung, like a billion monkeys one cup sh** fling funeral,
slapped it on fast, caked it on thick,
let it layer up, suffocating the canvas till it became unrecognisabile,
some frantically tried to fix it, no saving, it can't be replaced,
the Artist thinks "Give them something of impossible beauty and wonder!"
"They give you back a perfect art work defaced."

I do love that.

Reminds me of the current battle of the, so called, virtuous and or moralistic idealogy vs the freedom to think verbally.
Idealogical speech is what has brought about most of the conflicts in human history.
Freedom of thought, i.e. logic, has opposed them at every turn.

Only by having the beauty and wonder to be free with thought and expression can we avoid the toxic slapping on of moralism.

Ah a poem, well a limerick for now, tired.

An SJW once had an idea.
Sounds like something you'd pull from your rear.
It got millions of views.
Twitter blew up with news.
Now it's law, didn't you hear.

I almost put original idea in the first line, but corrected my mistake.

 

[Blankgeneration]

Laughs at the Limerick brilliant! Too many have traded passion for glory, number of hits and likes. Thank you for reading and your kind and thoughtful words. Sadly logic and reason too often gets passed over, freedom around the World is sold as mere illusion. You are free as long as you do what we say and don't rattle the cage. People should be free to choose to follow the bs, but those who don't shouldn't be punished for it. Live and let live, too much we will live you will die behaviour going on especially at the moment. For the few, not the many, as suffering and bullshit feed their windmills of power. Thank you again for reading!

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

Thought i'd pop in and post a new poem what i dided a few bits ago - hope all are well... here it is - its called Head Gravy



Head Gravy by Dell P MacTaighain

There’s a drug – a free drug
It’s been around since time didn’t begin
It always was and always is and always will be
It doesn’t contain alcohol
It can’t be smoked or sniffed
And children can use it
What if, what if…
It can be taken liberally
But never with certainty
It’s not in a spliff
Or a strawlike tenner
Or injected with needles
But could be by a tenor
It’s a simple thing
Avoided by most
They’re generally stupid
And they don’t even vote
It will change your life
What if, what if
It’s free as I said
And always conducive
Never elusive
It takes miniscule effort
And doesn’t cost a penny
This drug has effects
Unlike any
It’s the head gravy
We all avoid
It’s called learning
​

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

I do love that.

Reminds me of the current battle of the, so called, virtuous and or moralistic idealogy vs the freedom to think verbally.
Idealogical speech is what has brought about most of the conflicts in human history.
Freedom of thought, i.e. logic, has opposed them at every turn.

Only by having the beauty and wonder to be free with thought and expression can we avoid the toxic slapping on of moralism.

Ah a poem, well a limerick for now, tired.

An SJW once had an idea.
Sounds like something you'd pull from your rear.
It got millions of views.
Twitter blew up with news.
Now it's law, didn't you hear.

I almost put original idea in the first line, but corrected my mistake.

he heh

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

he heh

mistakes are always original - especially the ones you repeat

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

Opthamology by Dell MacTaighain​

I don’t mind being me

The mirror cracked years ago

Because I smashed it

Broke asunder under foot

Tore each crackle and fibre to dust

Pounded and powdered

Under angry heels

Then gathered the debris

And used it to clean a new lens

Now I can see for miles and miles

And when I close my eyes

I can see where im going

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

CHAT-ROOM BLUES​

Sauntered into the chat-room looking for conversational delight;
But what I found, depressingly,was no one much interested me;
first room in, what happened there?
It quickly emptied into silent air;
second one was not much different,
it turned into time not well spent;
several tries and none was better,
made me wonder, then to fretter;
decided to give it a rest for while,
next time won’t post my pic on profile.

the rhyme fretter and better made me chuckle - kudos

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

The Philosopher by Dell MacTaighain



I love Life and Death

I thrive on thinking about it

Whilst you order pizza

On your monkey phones

Sat on your monkey sofas

Thinking your monkey stuff

With your monkey strut



I watch and postulate

Not inside the box

Nor outside

I

LIVE

Outside the boxes

Unticked

and peek in

and think about your problems– not problems really

Have you even noticed this poem is shaped like a wine glass?



Here’s a coaster to place your life on and blame for everything

It’s as thick as you are, and allows you to follow your delusions​

 

[bellofthedesert]

Opthamology by Dell MacTaighain​

I don’t mind being me

The mirror cracked years ago

Because I smashed it

Broke asunder under foot

Tore each crackle and fibre to dust

Pounded and powdered

Under angry heels

Then gathered the debris

And used it to clean a new lens

Now I can see for miles and miles

And when I close my eyes

I can see where im"Because I smashed it" doesn't fit in with the flow and verbiage of the poem.

Opthamology by Dell MacTaighain​

I don’t mind being me

The mirror cracked years ago

Because I smashed it

Broke asunder under foot

Tore each crackle and fibre to dust

Pounded and powdered

Under angry heels

Then gathered the debris

And used it to clean a new lens

Now I can see for miles and miles

And when I close my eyes

I can see where im going

Because I smashed it doesn't flow with the verbiage.

 

[bellofthedesert]

Because I smashed it doesn't flow with the verbiage.

Because your a Brit -
US
the way in which something is expressed; wording or diction.
"we need to look at how the rule should be applied, based on the verbiage"

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

Because your a Brit -
US
the way in which something is expressed; wording or diction.
"we need to look at how the rule should be applied, based on the verbiage"

actually i'm irish - and it's you're not your (speak to your own verbal diarrhoea)

 

[Paul1003]

Life is said to be a challenge
a challenge we must accept
To lose is to die or to wish for so
To win impossible or so it seems to one so low
look forward not back for tomorrow is a new day
or so they say
but tomorrow comes to often
when the last rays light to darkness have given way
life should be cherished, each day a gift
alas the dark veil I can no longer lift

Happy new year

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

HIM by Dell MacTaighain



As a child I watched Him be inciteful

Way beyond his custard years

He handled each triumph and loss

With such… integrity and kindness

He grew into a place where angels and demons

love to tread with boots on ground

He was always there

No matter who or why

I watched him do that

Faultless with women

As I watched as a wallflower

It was a splendour to my eyes

He faltered of course

But he had a strength

With a smile like he didn’t mind



He had a heart, but mine is small and selfish

He had a wisdom, I have an ignorance

He had independence, I have need

He had a childlike mind and I have parental guidance

I miss him and all he was



I lost touch with him a few years ago

I don’t remember what happened

Or when - Don’t ask

But I remember him

Scared and scarred

But always smiling

As he disappeared



His words to me

And he vanished from sight

over the horizon, echoed for years:

“It’s just Life, child, come and find me”



I’m talking of me

The Him in my memories

Of yesterday and yesteryear

I am driver of a dishevelled shell

The equalled equanimity

Of a broken car

To what is less than more road

In a situation that requires race

more than passing scenery

I love you

Whomever you are

And HIM and me both agree on?

“This place will kill you”​