Bored? put your poetry here...

[Yoshi 0]

Here is one of mine... its got a really solid tempo...kinda like slam poetry.. lemme know what you think!

Driving… with the dotted line, passing by
That ticks away, unnoticed and unseen
To everyone and anyone, but you and me.
Will it burn and churn inside your stomach
Like a meal that sits awkwardly?
Will you walk with me, talk with me
Learn with me, burn with me
As the fire that scorns my finger tips, that miss your lips
When thrown out with a carless reach into the deep abyss
That we have accepted as a hit or miss relationship?
Or has it just been said, with fear in our hearts and our heads
Exploding from side to side, in my mind
With no care for kind
That the concept is understood, whether wanting to follow it
Or break it if I could
Ill just lay myself back to bed.
Ill hope to dream, for what it seems
Could possibly grace me, my life, my time
On this earth
In search
Of what so many have found
That lifts them up, yet keeps them earth bound.
Grounded.
With a positive and negative
Co-existing in a working pair
A circle perspective, or directive
That gives balance and order
To what insists to take over.
A force to be reckoned with-
Are you a fighter, a biter, a kicker, a scratcher
Will you claw your way to make ends meet?
Or will you subside inside yourself-beside yourself
To ease the discomfort of a thousand nails
Piercing and depressing, messing and compressing
The best thing
Your flesh that covers you and me
Do you see the ties that bind a forbidden lie
Yet bond the kindest of minds
In a unity
That definitely
Could lead you and me
To see and be
Everything?
Or will my drive, in good time
Return my mind
To where it started… a stop sign?
The only answer to wait upon
Has been so long
Overdue
For me and you
In only a second or two
And always falls back to the light in my head, or a chime..
…yes… time.

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[Thanatos340 1]

There was a little yellow Bird
with a Little Yellow Bill
That came and sat on my Window sill
So Smashed its fucking head.

[Yoshi 0]

awe... I love poetry about nature

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[jimmytavino 16]

didn't write it. but it's a favorite


a Flea and a Fly in a Flue
were imprisoned, so what could they do???
said the fly "let's Flee"
said the flea, "Let's Fly"
so they flew through a flaw in the flue...


later,, i'll post one, about skydiving, which I did write...

jimmy

[cocheese 0]

The Bon Fire

Here we come
to talk to friends
and pass the time
til we jump again

Where's the next boogie
and who will be there
Hell, we'll post anything
We just don't care

It's not our bandwidth
It's for a good cause
Let me get this post in
Can i get some applause

New gear, broken bones
friends that have passed
Vibes from all over
signing your cast

From songs to sex
and things you don't know
when you sign on to the "com"
We know where you go

The Bonfire first
it's where it's all at
just open a thread
and start a good chat..

About whatever it is
just do it today
and post your 2 cents
come out and play

Quit wasting your time
reading this stuff
post something funny
While i take a puff

Of course i'm stoned
why do you think i hit send
this dumb poem is over
But it's not the end

Is it ?

[RB_Hammer 0]

Don't take the path of least resistance
That's what rivers do
And that's what make them crooked
It will do the same to you

"I'm not lost. I don't know where I'm going, but there's no sense in being late."
Mathew Quigley

[cocheese 0]

Skybabe I love you


Excuse me whuffo
I have to go
There's a brand new skybabe
I must get to know

Check out the way
Her suit fits so well
With thoughts like mine
I'm going to hell

Or maybe heaven
If she smiles back
Oh my God
Now that's a rack

But it's not the outside
That makes me drool
It's her lovely heart
That i think is so cool

She's so kind to everyone
I want to take her home
And treat her like a Queen
Not talk on the phone

Her hair , her smile
And damn those thighs
When we kissed in freefall
We closed our eyes

Good thing for audibles
Because i was going in
My heart skipped a few beats
Like a lottery win

A match made in heaven
and this song has no Chorus
Look at those angels
They're so happy for us

Glad i'm a jumper
And glad she is too
For we would never have met
In the skies that were blue

I Love you Skybabe
Like a Sunset load
The light in your eyes
Never gets old.
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[cocheese 0]

Sung to the tune of "Shooting Star" by Bad Company
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Johnny was an office boy when he first heard of DZ.com
Talk Back forum I think it was and from there it didn't take him long
Got himself a computer, used to postwhore every night
Now he's in a skydive outfit and everything is all right

Johnny told Skymama, Hey Skymama I'm going away
Gonna hit the swoop tour, gonna be a skygod someday, yea
Skymama tried to ban him with a tear drop in her eye
Johnny said don't cry Skymama, Smile and throw the pie

Don't you know... that you are a post whore star..... and all the world will love you just as long as you are

Johnny set a record, swooped the longest ever yet
Suddenly everyone loved to see him swoop and not get wet
Watching the world go by, his posts were adding up fast
Johnny looked around him and said, "well I'm a post whore star at last.

Don't you know you are a post whore star...... and all the world will love you ..as long as you are.

Johnny died one night, died in his bed, cases of red Bull, keyboard by his head. Johnny's life passed him by like a warm sunset dive, If you listen to the wind you can hear him hit "post reply"

Don't you know that you are a post whore star.. and all the world will love you , as long as you are.

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Great vocalist.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VoTW7E5Afp8&feature=related

[porpoishead 5]

damn cheese...what did you eat for breakfast



did you eat green eggs and ham
did you eat them cocheese I am

if you want a friend feed any animal
Perry Farrell

[cocheese 0]

The other half of last night's pizza sub.

[LisaH 0]

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damn cheese...what did you eat for breakfast



did you eat green eggs and ham
did you eat them cocheese I am

Be yourself!
MooOOooOoo

[shropshire 0]

Oh to be a caterpillar,
Life would be a farce,
Sliding down a cabbage leave,
and landing on your arse

'Spike Milliagan'


There are holes in the sky,
where the rain gets in,
the holes are small,
that's why rain is thin.




Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?


Things that go 'bump' in the night
Should not really give one a fright.
It's the hole in each ear
That lets in the fear,
That, and the absence of light!

(.)Y(.)
Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome

[jimmytavino 16]

as promised earlier.....
it's called JUST ONE


there was a voice inside me
i'd hear it now and then
when days were warm or skies were blue
or i was with a friend

it started soft with gentle urges
but grew and grew , in leaps and surges.
til from my mouth, as if a SHOUT !!
one day i said, or blurted out....

"for sure, why not?" "it might be fun"
"a parachute jump!! from a plane ! just One!"

i'd heard about it once or twice,
and always thought it would be nice,
to look way down, and float around
check out the ground, not make a sound.

well the chance arose, one free Fall day.
and some friends and i , we made our way
through what it was, one had to do,
to safely make a jump, or two..

I can tell you now, it was pretty hairy
the time was near, my mind unclear, and things were looking scarey...

"what are you doing," "Is it safe?" "are you sure"?
said that little voice inside me..
but i reassured myself, and said,
" I have my head, to guide me"

"for just this once , I'll do this thing,
and leave a plane in flight....
and make some friends and have some laughs,
and it'll be Over , by tonight".

So UP i went, and out the door
and to my surprise, came back for more...
well it's been a while since that Autumn Day
and many jumps have gone their way..

The days of fear and aprehension,
are GONE my friends, there IS no tension..
NOW, jumping's MORE than Lots of Fun !!!
and think, it started with , Just One..

jt circa 1978

[prodiver913 0]

ewwie gooie was a worm
and what a worm was he!
he sat upon a railroad track,
a train he did not see!

EWWIE GOOIE!

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Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

I'm completely in favor of the separation of Church and State. My idea is that these two institutions screw us up enough on their own, so both of them together is certain death.

[gonzalesna 0]

I liked it...

Mine was written at the start of the Thanksgiving weekend. It's a bit bitter, but reflected my mood at the time.

Here's mine:

Screw your holiday... Gimme a beer

The lights are all out, the music is on,
Not holiday music, just regular songs,

Jack Daniels whiskey, Budweiser beer,
That's all the familiy that I have here,

Pour me a brew, pour me a shot,
It helps me sleep on this piece of crap cot,

Null out the holidays, that is my goal,
Screw all your carols, get away from my hole,

That which I've dug is to bury the cheer,
Surrounding this season you all hold so dear,

Douse it with gas, light it afire,
I'd rather be in Iraq outside the wire,

So don't send your hope and don't send your cheer,
Its all just bah humbug for the rest of this year,

Don't cheer me up, just leave me alone,
Don't send me cards, don't call my phone,

Don't send me e-mail, don't try to chat,
All this holiday crap? Yeah, I'm done with that.

Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

[gonzalesna 0]

I wrote this one about 4 and a half years ago when I was stationed in Florida for the first time.

Time Slowly Speeds By

The sands of the hourglass

Fall at varying speeds

Sometimes, as slow as the growth

As the new sprouting seeds

Time creeps on by

Like the patient snail

Or a boat in the ocean

With a windless sail

And yet at times, it blows on by

You blink and an hour's passed

It's as though someone put a hole

In the side of the hourglass

But either way, slow or fast

Enjoy it while you can

Because you never know when your time has come

And you've run out of sand

Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

[SuFantasma 0]

"I post thewhore I am"

Y yo, pa' vivir con miedo, prefiero morir sonriendo, con el recuerdo vivo".
- Ruben Blades, "Adan Garcia"

[bclark 0]

Although I live inside this trailer
I know inside I am no failure,

Although my house doth really suck
out of an Otter I may huck.

And when not hucking, if I can,
I'll learn to fly the Caravan.

Next week I am anticipating
I'll get my multiengine rating.

If you think my poetry sucks
I don't really give a FUCK!

(Yeah, I know it sucks!)

Thanks for making me wax all poetic n stuff Yoshi.

BTW Yoshi, what are you doing on this "gay website"?
You don't even jump anymore!

[Yoshi 0]

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Although I live inside this trailer
I know inside I am no failure,

Although my house doth really suck
out of an Otter I may huck.

And when not hucking, if I can,
I'll learn to fly the Caravan.

Next week I am anticipating
I'll get my multiengine rating.

If you think my poetry sucks
I don't really give a FUCK!

(Yeah, I know it sucks!)

Thanks for making me wax all poetic n stuff Yoshi.

BTW Yoshi, what are you doing on this "gay website"?
You don't even jump anymore!

yeah.. just bored at work. so..what else to do than remeniss in the glory days of skydiving and dz.com...

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[shropshire 0]

If I was a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.
And if I was a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves...

If you were a river in the mountains tall,
The rumble of your water would be my call.
If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.
If you were a castle, I'd be your moat,
And if you were an ocean, I'd learn to float.

If you were a wink, I'd be a nod
If you were a seed, well I'd be a pod.
If you were the floor, I'd wanna be the rug
And if you were a kiss, I know I'd be a hug.

(.)Y(.)
Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome

[gonzalesna 0]

This one is about 29 Palms, CA. I wrote it about 3 years ago. If you don't know what 29 Palms looks like, read it and see if you can get a mental picture, then google a picture of it. You might be surprised...




I sit atop my manmade perch
Built of brick and stone
The vastness of this barren view
Will make one feel alone

This endless view of nothingness
Is nothing more than bland
Consisting of a random bush
And a beach's worth of sand

A snowcapped peak is far and faint
It taunts me day to day
Knowing, though I want to leave,
For years, here I will stay

The summer heat relentlessly
Beats down without remorse
A heat lamp blatently left on
By some unknown force

Winter's cold takes you by surprise
Chilling to the bone
It's hard to see how anyone
Could claim this land as home

And yet, this all is overshadowed
By what remains unsaid
Because this manmade perch of mine
Puts a roof over my head

Three meals a day, He never fails
To provide my daily bread
And a rack and stiffened mattress
For me to lay my head

If I wished, I could spend all day
Complaining of my ills
And wishing that my view was made
of beaches, not rocky hills

But happy thoughts have always been
A lifter of the spirits
So take all that He's given you
Inhale, and you will feel it.

Some people refrain from beating a dead horse. Personally, I find a myriad of entertainment value when beating it until it becomes a horse-smoothie.

[Bolas 5]

Impressive...
All I got:
http://www.hulu.com/watch/4168/saturday-night-live-prose-and-cons

Stupidity if left untreated is self-correcting
If ya can't be good, look good, if that fails, make 'em laugh.