[Rawn_MT]

roses are red, violets are blue
buy my book or i'll shoot you

[Rawn_MT]

Double sorry

[str8loco1]

I always liked this one by Walt Whitman

O Captain My Captain!

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

[MyCatIsFat]

wrote this in about 1 minute

Sherdog: you waste so much of my time
How I wish you would die
why won't you just die
because I can't kill you, yet
but waiting beyond this post is another and another
until the end and final jot is stroked and marked
but 'till that day I shall hate you like the ravenous killer that you are
so suck it, suck my life dry
bleh, another post

[KILL KILL]

Shoot em up........by NAS

One 44, two 45's
3 loaded clips, 4 *****s roll, one ***** drives
500 Benz, 6 reasons why
This kid should die
We shootin every motherfucker outside
Pulled on his block, jumped out the car, guns in our hand
At the same time everybody ran
There that ***** go, hiding in the crowd
Let the trigger blow, 7 shots now he lying on the ground
Blood on the floor
Then we shot some more
*****s he was with
2 *****s hit, one ***** fell
One tryed to run, go get him son
Make sure he's done before we bail, i aint trying to goto jail
Must handle beef, code of the street
Load up the heat, if these ***** think they could fuck around
Real *****s do real things
By all means, *****s knowin how we get down.. It goes......

[Chorus (3X)]
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what..
(whispering)
Kill kill kill, murder murder murder

[Nas]
Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet
6 tinted windows, and I'm on my way
To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house
Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out
Ringin the bell, where in the hell
Could they be at, I'm about to leave
Steppin' slow, where my truck was at
Who the fuck is that?
Could it be a jack?
Now pull my strap, it's my man
And we have the same plan
There them bitches go
Civic '94, looking funny though
Open up the car door, funny smile
Fuck 2 already, 3rd ass was heavy
"Nas this is Sherri, Sherri this is Nas, and his man. Ready?"
Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes
Ran through them hoes
Plenty ice, that they all seemed to like
Can't find my man, heard a blam blam
Now I'm wonderin, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?"
He killed the hoes, took all they doe
Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky
Comin down the stairs
Now he wantin mine, reachin for my nine
Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time
my nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering
"Put your gun down, we can skip town"
Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat
Lift off his chain
Took his shit, emptied out close range...

[Chorus (4X)]
[3rd time there is no whispering of: "kill kill kill, murder murder muder".]

[str8loco1]

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

[dylanransom]

Okay the sherdog poem was friggin hilarious. I'll take a chance and add the first 'serious' original (work in progress).


The Cathartic Lap Dance


Virgina street curls winter
around gaudy light sources
The only things open this late
as I crank the heater against a Reno cold front

I drive
always driving
to erase memory with rubber, torque, and miles

I still love her
My heart doesn't recgnize state lines


Blue neon promises
classy voyeurism
beneath its bold orchid

She's remarried now
and alimony dollars are lonely in my pocket
Ten dollar cover charge
should be worth it

I sit awhile at the bar
playing it cool
Want to appear wealthy
but can't hide working class body language

Ease into a comfortable chair
Wonder about the cleaning policy
The second beer is always the best

Limber objects writhe in hard-slow rhythym
Mirror-practiced faces
Even the eyebrows are sexy

Floor-thumping strip rock
only amplifies, remixes love songs stuck in my head
the second cigarette is always the best

Turn down the first lap girl with a sorry smile
I hate fake tits

Then the familiar shock of of blue eyes
skin painted pale
dressed in school girl plaid

Wonder how many men are looking for love
and how many are running from it

Twenty dollars a dance
yes I'd love one
should be worth it

Soft peeling white cotton from ivory breasts
Silent magnet eyes drown the bass
Tell her she's beeautiful
Earns me soft graze of damp silk
Sweet taste of hard red

SHE never danced like this
not for me
Love is free
or very expensive

Then the song is over
Another twenty?
Of course I'd like another

This time rubs me roughly
insulting, mechanical
just keeps it hard

When it's over
she offers herself
for a reasonable price

I decline
Climb back in the car
and rubber once again
turns memory into miles

[Will Jacobs]

Warning: original work.

The drug of rest

The chemicals on my sheets meet the chemicals in my brain
and the reception makes comfort
My lungs and the ache become stiller and still
I imagine floating on my back through a flooded field
with flakes of ash pillowing the surface
Half-naked and proud against the depths
I submerge myself, only for the thrill
of being buried under my own weight
I count the air released through my teeth
I grind them and notice how soft they feel in water
But the sky shifts and brings me home
Eyes open slowly from the white melting through glass
I inherit a smile, knowing and becoming truth
that the sun on my face
would never dare crack my skin
because the lights swelling beneath it
would collapse all mistaken for truth
under the jurisdiction of "God"
Why?
Because the mold was broken when I rose
but I had only ever wished it was dented instead
for a heart like mine will never be again
Dirt will parch knowing marrow this sweet
won’t be swallowed more than once
I tighten from the thought
Until my thoughts kiss my forehead, and whisper
“I will never stop loving you”

[dylanransom]

Originally Posted by Will Jacobs

Warning: original work.

very nice, intense

[wildcard_seven]

Originally Posted by Youthanized

lol, i'll add

Sometimes I pee all over the seat

on the floor, and all over my feet

it's hard to control, with a wee wee so small

and by the way, that's piss on your wall

I think we're onto an award-winning collaboration. But I started it, so we'll split the jackpot 60/40 my way.

Well, some gents showing up with good serious poetry, so I should stop stinking up their discussion.