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    Needs a Life Punk to the bone Peter Joseph Swanson's Avatar
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    Everybody's poems

    THE TALE OF THE VINE

    The vine climbed the drain
    It wanted to hear the man play Bach
    The man finally died of old age
    The vine, it stayed, and the stone silence
    Turned it yellow and cold

    One day punk rockers moved in
    Squatting there to be Zen
    The loud punk warehouse
    Got on some of their nerves
    The vine revived to the vibe
    Of their vibrant vegetarian vibration
    Until the kids tore it down to hang from
    In a mass punk suicide

    PJS



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    Cyberpunk as Fuck Punk to the bone read fox's Avatar
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    thats a cool poem.
    i been waiting for a poem thread.

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    http://issuu.com/yantree1
    or
    http://yantree.blogspot.com/
    for some of my pretty bad poetry
    true, some of it is having loading issues, hah bloody issuu
    anyroad up i ain't wrote any poems in years
    we did have a haiku thing going back on the PE board a few years ago - that was fun!
    i'm almost tempted to conjure up more poetry but all i can think of is 'death' - which is what i used to think about as a 14 year old...funny still doing it now, but now with more experience of the mortality of it all, yeah i am a lover of joy division listened to on a dark lonely night in a dark room, even though there's life all around me.
    me, me , me what a fucking ego!
    dunno about your poem dude, just scanned it ain't read it properly, will try soon

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    TRUNCATED SONNET TO A CHOPPED OFF HEAD

    When your head is chopped off, how long do you live
    far from your lungs, there is still air in your brain
    for a few minutes, maybe, thoughts will detain
    far from your heart, can you feel emotive
    do you remember the time you got lost on the train
    do thoughts splash at you like real sips of champagne
    do you feel combustive combative compulsive
    do your eyes creak open to see the mob so destructive
    do you think hard with your cheek on the street
    or will there be such glory in your immense defeat
    will there be a final silent minute for complaint
    or do you just black out, abruptly, in a dead faint

    and that time that you were on a train and got lost
    you couldn't see, your windows thick with your frost
    you were running from feeling and reputation even then
    even then you lived feeling short of some pure oxygen
    falling down the hallway was enough to almost exhaust
    with fire on your head, pounding your own Pentecost
    but the fire didn't bring God, only a final amen
    losing your confused and bejeweled diadem

    PJS


    ha ha ha

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    i write songs because I'm scared of reciting poetry

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    I don't ever recite poetry - Not since I was in college and was in a theatre class and I had to recite a Shakespeare sonnet by heart ... with a British accent. I wasn't very good at it, I bet, but it was loads of fun!

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    FALLING ON CANDY

    Big earthquake in Disneyland
    lost under Magic Mountain
    smoke alarm, sirens, shut down
    squashed robot pirates in the dark
    you're falling over power cables
    you're choking in a flooded tunnel
    wiggling off your wires
    swaying wiggling falling dead

    cart tracks and lanes have dropped
    into deep warehouse holes
    Winnie the Pooh has lost his head
    Mickey's ears are no longer round
    the fire trucks are impotent at the gates
    while fire is blowing from the ruin of
    power centers and Space Mountain
    children stick fast to hot asphalt
    run from the heat cooking your legs
    to the Matterhorn, hollow and splitting
    full of daredevil daddies
    swaying wiggling falling dead

    the day is all over and tempers explode
    you scrounge through a concessions stand
    for a sum of money, you want a total refund
    even for souvenirs dropped while running
    and the bland pizza puked soon after
    the security guard shoots you two times
    "you damn looter!"
    you're falling on candy
    un-refunded and dead.

    PJS

    ha ha ha ha ha

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    THE POEM THAT SLIPPED AWAY

    The sad tuggings were there that go back
    as far as my home movies

    things - like the feel and smell of an
    "Alfie the Whale" blow-up swimming pool

    But I cautiously chewed on an acorn, instead
    and I thought about what I could
    pilfer from the grocery store
    up my army coat sleeve

    When I woke up and lay still
    a poem came to my head
    in this poem I was crashing my
    model train into the shallow pond
    screaming for all the flooded victims inside
    twig bridges tumble with a plop
    I was playing behind the barn
    that has long since burned down

    Before I untied my bedroll that night
    an image floated by
    I was small and in a vast dry field
    where the cow had bloated in July
    and rotted in fast motion
    flowing faster than the maggots
    flying faster than the flies
    and a poem came to my head

    but I had no way of putting it down
    so the dream just quietly passed away.

    PJS

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    PICK TO BONES, CASUAL

    a right wing poem is self-congratulatory
    a left wing poem is self-deprecatory
    if you meet in the middle you get
    something a little exotic, but not unfamiliar
    like fast food onion rings

    there aren't many right wing poems that are cool
    too many left wing poems don't work at all
    the right wing radio praises bullies
    the lefty paper sobs for victims
    two ideas divided by a common language,
    "woe freedom woe freedom woe freedom"
    your finger will never be on the button
    the next branch of government is hate
    we hate a lot, there really is a lot to hate
    if you hate long enough, it can really be rather fun
    give in and hate long and loud
    they give permission

    a right wing poem insists they're better than anybody else
    a left wing poem says those over there are just as good
    if you meet in the middle you're on an upscale bar stool
    a fifth beer helps you feel good about yourself
    an Anglo Saxon man will never compare himself
    with the Mexican or Asian, for looks
    you're safe until you go back to your own family
    and with all their familiarity they will instantly
    pick you to the bones with just a most casual observance
    of your hair and skin

    PJS

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    Cyberpunk as Fuck Punk to the bone yan tree's Avatar
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    i'm currently trying to upload some of my video poems to you tube...if they work then i may post them here
    so ignore this thread now! (its more poem than punk so i won't post it in the punk tube thread or maybe i will hey)

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