Some of my darker and chaotic poetry from a site I always end up forgetting about and not updating for months on end...
http://allpoetry.com/white%20wolf
some of it is rather dark and, I now realise, fairly discordian....
bad comments will make me cry..... :lulz:
EDIT...Ravenscrew and The Raven are the most chaos inspired and came to me in dreams...honest *whistle*
nice
cheers :bacon:
Tenebrous, aphotic, gloomy.
whoah, whoah dude, slow down!!
The weight of compliments is too much for me to bear!
:oops:
hehe
DEEP
EMOTIONAL
SMELLS OF CHEESE
ooh the cheese...I like cheese.....
it's so..so...oh gosh and blunderbusses...bother and fiddimentation...soo cheesy, that's it!
Cheese is good, brother :wink:
i LAUGHED.
i CRIED.
i DEFENESTRATED.
I don't read poetry, but I'm sure it probably sucks.
Don't take it personally though. IMO, any poetry not written by Robert Frost or Shel Silverstein is not worth my time.
Have you ever seen Shel Silverstein? Dude does NOT look like he writes kids' poetry.
Yeah, Mother Goose wasn't much to take a gander at either.
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Quote from: Jenne on August 29, 2008, 05:36:00 PM
Have you ever seen Shel Silverstein? Dude does NOT look like he writes kids' poetry.
Well that was only some of what he wrote:
QuoteThere's gonna be a Freaker's Ball yes yes tonight at the Freaker's Hall
Ha ha yeah and you know that you're invited one and all
C'mon babies grease your lips grab your hats swing your hips
And don't forget to bring your whips I'll take you to the Freaker's Ball
Blow your whistle bang your gong roll up somethin' to take along
It feels so good but it must be wrong a freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
All the fags and the dikes they boogyin' together
Leather freaks're dressed in all kinds of leather
The greatest of the sadists and the masochists too
Screamin' please hit me and I'll hit you
The FBI a dancin' with the junkies all the straights a swingin' with the funkies
Cross the floor and up the wall a freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all a freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
[ horns ]
No hairs and long hairs kissin' each other mother with daughter son with mother
Smear my body up with butter and take me to the Freaker's Ball
Pass that roach and pour the wine I'll kiss yours and you'll kiss mine
I'm a gonna boogie till I go blind a freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Oh the white freaks black freaks yellow and red ones
Necropheliacs a lookin' for dead ones
Tickers the sickers they're gettin' their kicks
With the womans libbers and the sexist pigs
The plastercasters castin' their plasters the masturbators baitin' their masters
Cross the floor and up the wall a freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
Y'all a freakin' at the Freaker's Ball y'all a freakin' at the Freaker's Ball
QuoteNow in the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well
She was stoned 15 of her 18 years, and her story was widely told
that she could smoke them faster than anyone can roll
Well, her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat
where dwelt the Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
He's been rolling dope since time began, now he took a cultured toke
and said "Jim, I can roll them faster than any CHICK can smoke"
So a note gets sent to San Rafael for the championship of the world
the Kid demands a smoke-off; "Well bring him on!" says Pearl
"I'll grind his fingers off his hands! He'll roll until he drops!"
says Calistog, "I'll smoke that chick till she blows up and pops".
So they rent out Yankee Stadium, and the word is quickly spread
come one, come all, who walk or crawl, tickets just two lids a head
and from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed
the world's greatest dopers, with the world's greatest weed.
Hashishins from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru
and the Shashniks from Bagun (who smoke the deadly Pu-ga-ru)
and those who call it "light of life"
and those that call it "boo".
See the dealers and their ladies, wearing turquoise lace and leather
See the narcos and the closet smokers, puffing all together
from the teenies who smoke legal, to the ones who've done some time
to the old man who smoked "reefer", back before it was a crime.
And the grand old House That Ruth Built is filled with the smoke and cries
of fifty thousand screaming heads, all stoned out of their minds
and they play the national anthem, and the crowd lets out a roar
as the spotlight hits the Kid and Pearl, ready for their smoking war.
At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak
just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem branch or seed
I mean, Maui Wowie, Panama Red, Acapulco Gold
Kif from East Afghanistan, and that rare Alaska Cold
and there's sticks from Thailand, ganja from the island, and Bangkok's
blooming best
(and some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West).
There's Oaxacan tops and Kenya bhang, and Riviera fleurs
and that rare Manhattan Silver, that grows down in the New York sewers.
And there's bubbling ice cold lemonade, and sweet grapes by the bunches
and there's Hershey bars and Oreos (in case anybody gets the munches)
And the Calistoga Kid he smiles, and Pearly she just grins
and the drums roll low, and the crowd yells "GO!!"
and the world's first smoke-off begins.
Well, the Kid he flicks his fingers once, and ZAP that first joint's rolled
Pearl takes one toke with her famous lungs, and WHOOSH that roach is cold
Then the Kid he rolls his super-bomb, that would paralyze a moose
and Pearl takes one mighty hit, and ...... that bomb's defused
and then he rolls three in just ten seconds, and she smokes them up in nine
and everybody sits back and says "Hey.... this just might take some time"
See the blur of flying fingers, see the red coal burning bright
as the night turns into morning, and the morning fades to night
and the autumn turns to summer, and a whole damn YEAR is gone
and the two still sit, on that roach-filled stage, smoking, and rolling
With trembling hands he rolls his Js, with fingers blue and stiff
She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips
And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold
the Kid, he gasps, "Damn it, bitch! There's nothing left to roll!"
"NOTHING LEFT TO ROLL!" screams Pearl. "IS THIS SOME TWISTED JOKE?"
"I DIDN'T COME HERE TO FUCK AROUND, MAN, I COME HERE TO SMOKE!"
And she reaches 'cross the table and grabs his bony sleeves
and crumbles his body between her hands, like dry and brittle leaves
flicking out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds
Then she rolls him in a Zig-zag, and lights him like a roach
and the fastest man, with the fastest hands, goes up in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael
Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake - you probably know her well
She been stoned 21 of her 24 years, and her story is still widely told
how she still can smoke them faster than any dude can roll
While, off in New York City, on a street that has no name
there's the hands of the Calistoga Kid, in the Viper Hall of Fame
and underneath his fingers, there's a little golden scroll
that says
"Beware of being the roller
When there's nothing left to roll".
Ah Shel :)
Heh. I never knew he wrote stuff like that, but somehow it doesn't surprise me.
Good stuff!
Ratatosk. Shel Silverstein is also Dr.Hook from Dr.Hook and the Medicine Show. That is so fucking awesome.
There's also:
QuoteRolls down the hall.
She bounces off the sofa,
And walks into the wall.
It's easy to see that she buckles and bends.
She's doin' quaaludes again.
Quaaludes again.
Quaaludes again.
If you've got aurora,
You know for shorra
She's your friend.
She's doin' quaaludes again.
[guitar music]
She fumbles and stumbles
And falls down the stairs,
Makes love to the leg of the diningroom chair.
She's ready for animals, women or men.
She's doin' quaaludes again.
Quaaludes again.
Again.
Again.
Quaaludes again.
If you've got a lemon, a dog and three women,
Then she's your friend.
She's doing quaaludes again.
Quaaludes again.
[Dialogue between man and woman with riff in the background:]
He: Baby, you've been doing quaaludes again. Well, then who?
She: No. Not me. I don't have any quaaludes.
He: You don't have 'em cuz you took em all already.
She: No.
He: You had six.
She: Nooo...
He: You had six yesterday, right? In your purse?
She: No...
He: How many you got now? Where'd they go?
She: No. I don't have ANY.
He: That's what I mean.
She: No...
He: Where'd they go? What'd you take?
She: I didn't take anything. I just had a small... a small headache.
He: So what did you take? What did you take for a headache?
She: No... Maybe an aspirin.
He: That's the biggest damned aspirin I've ever seen! You did... You keep... Don't keep pullin at me! Don't do that! Don't do that! C'mon... you're bumpin' into the furniture.
She: It hurts!
He: What?! I didn't mooove ANYTHING around!
She: [moaning]
He: You had FIVE quaaludes in your purse yesterday. You have none today!
She: I gave them away.
He: You gave away what? You gave EVERYTHING away!
She: I gave it to all my friends.
He: Yeah. How much time did you see your friends?
She: Wellll...
He: You were supposed to see them for five minutes?
She: Well... Don't you know how it is?
He: I DON'T know how it is.
She: Nooo...
He: I know you're doin 'ludes, and you said... you said that the next time you get them I should take them away and flush them down the toilet.
She: Noooo...
He: Didn't you say that?
She: NO....noooooo...
He: DON'T keep pullin' me to the damn bed! I don't want an old... I'm tellin you... You are turnin' me OFF!
[fading away]
He: Now let me tell you... Will you keep your eyes open! Get up!
Truly awesome stuff :lulz:
And for a weird, yet cute one:
QuoteGoodnight little houseplant asleep on the sill
I'll pull the shades so you don't catch a chill
And tomorrow in the morning don't be breaskfast for two
We'll have ham and eggs for me and nitrogen for you
Goodnight little houseplant tucked in your clay pot
Maske sure you don't catch Huntington's Rot
Remember little houseplant stay away from them bees
I've heard they may carry a social disease
Goodnight little houseplant goodnight
Here's your glass of water should I leave on the light
Tomorrow we'll talk of the things that we did
I love you little house plant who needs women and kids