1,2,3,4, I declare a ... poetry contest

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Thallid Ice Cream Man

Guest
I began typing at 3:40 on my comp.

hello scramble get it out
smilies are fun
wings angular feathers
fall cluttered into the corner of an all too great evil room
pirates of the dusk slide knives in and out of obscurities
huddle in the break room
sipping the silky smooth brain stuff
slide under the table
confer with bandmates and moles
no luca tirilli

for now we plan the march
on to the frozen green
shimmering teal and cadet blue
volume assaults the gentle unprepared drums
 
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Thallid Ice Cream Man

Guest
Which hell torments your curiosity?
What hall holds the dark profundity of the poetic silence now encircling you?
Where is the hill that you seek?
And how did the hull of your sanity break?
Holler back, y'all.
 
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Thallid Ice Cream Man

Guest
I win.

Or I would but I can only make one of these stupidities per 60 seconds.

Found by googlism
ticm is a component of a government pilot/research program providing services to pregnant or parenting women with young children
 
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TheFunkyNose

Guest
Superimposed Hunger

If Gordon Cook would finish my dish,
I could enjoy my dinner.
But alas he cooked for our guests first,
And I starved to death.

I chickened out of challenging him to a duel,
So he laughed and laughed,
And I never went hungry again,
For fear of dying.
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
Echidna

Echidna, Echidna, how humble are ye
second only to platypus
towards the city ye flee
you win the great wager
no longer face poverty
plus you totally lay eggs.


Skip Skap Kabee

All I can see,
is Skip Skap Kabee.
It's in a tree,
without the glee,
of frolicking,
happily,
having a flea,
mentally.
I just say, "Gee."
 
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train

Guest
Sorry, no. This isn't classic, nor a question...
I think Spidey forgot to put it into "poem" form...

Sorry...
no...
This isn't classic...
nor a question...
 
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Thallid Ice Cream Man

Guest
Hum hum hum.
sprickety sprackety sprick spack.
Marlboro men dance a festive jig.
Kay-kio-kio cowboy.
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
Chevrolet runs bad
There is a noodle dancing here
Fair amount of ham
 
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Apollo

Guest
A Shakespearean-type poem composed in AIM about 5 minutes ago while talking to my girlfriend's friend and acting like a moron:

Oh beautiful damsel fair
With dulcet voice and auburn skin
Eyes deep as pools yet clear as day
Girl, you make my head spin
 
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Mazzak

Guest
Oh, how crappy the dial-up net
Accessed by device which is not mine
One day may the glorious cable replace
The retarded connection by telephone line.

Yet, that might be the only flaw
For where I live beats Maryland
And an undisturbed place all to myself
Old Home and Dorms pale in comparison!


Mwarr harr harr...
 
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Svenmonkey

Guest
Hahaha poop.

I would never trade a shared T3 for dial-up no matter what the circumstances.
 
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13NoVa

Guest
tis 13NoVa's Turn to post His poetry....


untitled...
She looks down at the scars
Her emotions hiding behind the bars
Of the fragmented cage
And whats worse is that shes afraid
The debts of her life will never be paid.
So now she thinks back to that fateful day
When her wrists met the sharp edge of the blade

She cant hide
The scars confide
She has to decide
If this life is for her

Shes a puppet in her own game
The mindframe just isn’t the same
As it was before
Now she cant pretend the tears dont exist
And she cant let these dark thoughts dismiss
So now she thinks back to that fateful day
When her wrists met the sharp edge of the blade

She cant find
Shes lost her mind
Shes in a bind
With the life she doesnt want

The blood begins to pour
She had reached the core
Of her spirit
And now she just lies alone on the ground
Wondering if she will hear her heart stop its sound
So now she forgets that one fateful day
‘Cuz today is the last time her wrists will meet the blade


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I wrote this about a friend of mine who tried to cut her wrists... its been posted on other websites (the LP Message board, under my handle INSERTCOOLNAME)... and others have liked it....

I hope you do too!
 
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