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    Paleo poet?

    Are you a poet? Share yours here!!

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    Powdered-egg wigs,
    we pirouetted round the Baptist church floors,
    passed the gilded food stamps:
    sacrificed penny-sweets for Jesus.
    Forest-bound, we ran,
    sucker-sticks pointed in case of rapists,
    squealed on the merry-go-round,
    we were only eight, in leather, painted-up-jackets.
    Our Wonder Bread-fed uncle
    taught us the art of catching fireflys in jars,
    our slow cousin, Mary, cussing their burning bodies backwards,
    FLYERFIES,
    dimming.

    Mythological Great-Nana tied a string round a wart,
    rubbed that bump with a sharp stick,
    buried it under the weeping tree.
    String, buried, deep, deep, deep,
    only to pop on the toes,
    of our uncle,
    as he swung, finally free,
    on the prison floor.
    We processed, mournfully black,
    food-stamps in hand,
    to the corner-store.
    Some of us, sweets in hand, didn't look back.

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    Sitting, Grok see squirrel.
    Grok chase squirrel.
    Grok eat squirrel.
    Not enough food in squirrel.
    Hunger.
    Steak, eggs, potatoes - fruits, nuts, berries and forage. Coconut milk and potent herbs and spices. Tea instead of coffee now and teeny amounts of kelp daily. Let's see how this does! Not really had dairy much, and gut seems better for it.

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    Rhyme something. Gosh.
    You lousy kids! Get off my savannah!

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    Quote Originally Posted by Grumpycakes View Post
    Rhyme something. Gosh.
    your stick is thick,
    yer teeth is long,
    please don't tear
    my mammoth-fur thong.

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    Quote Originally Posted by The Return of Dado View Post
    My balls sit, sweat
    swell with good things
    I squat and they touch
    ground is cold
    but nothing much
    more than the old
    balls hanging
    This is the best thing I've ever read. Seriously. Thank you!

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    There once was a man named Grok
    Who rubbed iodine into his cock
    he thought it would swell
    and they ladies he'd fell
    but he just stained the sheep in his flock

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    Once I walked into the room
    and saw
    their fall
    and all the grace of their wrapped wings
    nothing
    -nothing-
    could ever mean
    I wouldn't eat their bones and skin.


    I miss turkey a lot but my supplier died and her nephews feed the beasts corn and soy. This will be a sad thanksgiving.


    Luce
    No limits, only my will and the worlds I build.

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    Not a poet, but I do write novels. My first story was published when I was 12.
    --Trish (Bork)
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    So, this poem sucks. It's trite. But at least it's a poem written in "blank verse" (unrhymed iambic pentameter). Don't do free verse until you're competent with some kind of structure. That's why I prefer the ones in this thread that at least rhyme. Anyways, shut up and read this.

    All through the morning bright we roamed the fields,
    In afternoon we tamed and reaped them bare.
    Come evening in our towers made of glass
    We bathe alone in chilly cobalt glow.
    How savage was the spear, how pure the gun,
    That which was good all day seems now, at night,
    Bathed in that cobalt glow, a thing to scorn.
    With midnight but an hour hence seem we
    So wise and hopeful for the brightest dawn.
    The crickets chirp, the birds will sing their joy,
    Just as before and for all time to come,
    But we, failing to wake, will rot away.



    Quote Originally Posted by Dr. Bork Bork View Post
    Not a poet, but I do write novels. My first story was published when I was 12.
    Orly, I will look on Amazon. What are some titles?
    Last edited by Grumpycakes; 08-25-2012 at 03:52 PM.
    You lousy kids! Get off my savannah!

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