The Official Infinite-Story Poetry Thread!

[thoric]

High-time we had one. Let me start things off with...

Old Wooden Swing

A whoop and a cry of delight
Forward and backward she swayed
Perched upon that wooden swing
Revelling in the beating wind
Revelling in that sensation
Of flying high among
Cooing doves and cawing ravens
Her laughter rang out like
The eternal song of Joy
Echoing across the sunkissed vale
Ancient Banyan tree
Old as time and wise
Woody limbs spread wide
Holding the valley in temperate shadow
Swaying around a gnarled old branch
The creaking wooden swing
Up it went and paused
To come crashing down again
Up and down it goes
Like the dance of Life itself

[Usoki]

Sonnet Pi

A sonnet, I feel, is very stupid.
Most have no title but a number.

They speak of love, and of fair cupid,
But I wonder if it is not a waste of lumber.

The author is forced within certain rules,
From which they must never stray.

And so, they trod on, like weary mules,
Much too weak to utter a bray.

Would you smear a canvas in paint,
And make an artist paint around the line?

It gives the whole thing a horrid taint,
Which will wear away at the shine.

Yet, as I go through all of this pain,
I cannot help but feel a certain gain.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Thoric, I really like your style, man. You have a way with words that draws the reader in.

The 2nd half of the poem especially. I just can't believe it. Beautiful. You are a word smith, my friend. I would really encourage you to keep it up.

I like trees.

[Vesnic]

To appease your dendrophilia, Chubby, here is a link Thoric sent me earlier. And the number of the day is...trees!

http://frostfirepulse.com/10-most-magnificent-trees-in-the-world

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Actually, thanks for the link, Ves.

When I look at Earth and life I put humans on the bottom of the list - and I mean very bottom - and trees on the top.

That being said, I still hate hippies.

But Thoric meant this thread to contain poetry. Sorry, dude. You know how it is around here.

Again, thanks for the link, Ves.

[thoric]

Thanks for the compliment Chubby.

I have a softspot for trees too, especially the banyan tree which often figures in my writing. I just find it fascinating. The reasons, I am unable to put to words.

[thoric]

The earth shakes as the wardrums beat
Steely boots truding along
Crushing in tandem, flower and leaf
And it echoes, that warsong
Looted and plundered, this army has
Villages razed to the ground
I too have raped and killed
And I regret it not at all
For that is the way of the soldier
That is the price we must pay
The conscience - A figment of our imagination
That is the warrior's way

A poem about a soldier trying to justify his excesses. I still don't have a name for it.

[End Master]

I liked that one.

[Leblanc4prez]

A fifth of Leblanc

Darkness. This is all I see when I look around. Why are all things dark?
My mind is no more than a seething, bubbling cauldron of thoughts, most to elusive to ever grasp.

All my life I've been lonley, never finding another person I could talk to, who would understand the evil demon known as Aspergers. So in their great and infinate wisdom, the Gods of my mind crafted me a friend. It's name was Shippo and I finaly had a companion.

Years have passed and still I can find no solace in humanity, all there is are my ego, alter ego's and you.....

-dedicated to the nice people at infinate story who let me type what I feel-

[Vesnic]

*snaps fingers* That was very moving, Leblanc. Thank you!

And, uh, you're welcome!

Viva Shippo! (and all the others) But especially you!

[ChubbyTeletubby]

*raises his glass of vodka*

Cheers!

[Leblanc4prez]

Shippo's poem

Simple simon met a pieman going to the fair.
Said simple simon to the pieman "Can I have an icecream please."

A Haiku by Psy

Take me, Germany!
I want to drink good strong beer
and wear funny pants.

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Death eternal
Life short waste
Death so sweet the bitter taste
Life the only curse until
Death the only wish fulfilled

Death the lover
Grave the bed
Death the only bride I wed
Lay me down my soul to keep
Death my lover in the deep

Grim the harvest
Grim the end
Grim the reaper’s scything rend
Grim the thoughts that living tend
Grim the hopeless tide I fend

Words so fruitless the endeavor
Words of truth my mind to weather
Life the only truth alluding
Death the truth of life intruding

[donteatpoop]

Cooties really do exist
I got some from your mom
I woke up and I found some bumps
Where bumps do not belong

[ChubbyTeletubby]

I don't want to hear it, dude. I WARNED you. Poetic justice is what I call it.

[End Master]

Oh fuck it.

Welcome back.

(Hah! I bet that surprised everyone)

[Vesnic]

An impressive start
To mending old ways and grudge
Welcome back, Michael

[Locke]

I'm not one of the old guard, and I didn't know you before, though I've seen some of your work - so welcome back, without reservation.

[donteatpoop]

Welcome back MRH.

Here, I took a picture of what you were upto on your off time.

8=oO:


remember when they hit you in the eye? i got a picture of that too:

8=oO;

[Usoki]

I cannot lie, for with Usoki,
Naught else rhymes but Hokey-Pokey

XD I approve.

Any fool can write
Haiku. You just simply cut
off the last sylla-

[Leblanc4prez]

Leblanc: Yay MRH.... I LOVE YOU MAN!!!

Psy: I like Haiku.....

Orderlies' breakroom
Is the place to meet a nurse
And then stretcher out

They don't answer phone
At the S & M hotline
I guess they're tied up

Constipation is
Situation of person
Who can't be de-turd

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Who drinks fruity smirnoffs and pees in the sink
Who dutifully masters the English we speak
Who thinks that his asshole is never to stink
Yet fouls up the forums with what he may 'think'

Who holds to the notion the earth is not old
And all of life's secrets are already told
In book that by man was written and sold
The book so absurd and notions so bold
The evil the book, the reader the gull

But Michaelrayholt has a heart made of gold.


Welcome back, dude! :D

[apotheosis]

Who drinks fruity smirnoffs and pees in the sink
Who dutifully masters the English we speak
Who thinks that his asshole is never to stink
Yet fouls up the forums with what he may 'think'

Who holds to the notion the earth is not old
And all of life's secrets are already told
In book that by man was written and sold
The book so absurd and notions so bold
The evil the book, the reader the gull

But Michaelrayholt has a heart made of gold.


Welcome back, dude! :D

Archived in the museum of Chubby.

[thoric]

Welcome back Michael.

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

Welcomes are tossed ‘round,
But this is the most heart felt,
I un-welcome you.

Humbly you crawl back
Are your hands and knees sore yet?
Groveling might help.

When I think of you,
I know unbridled hatred,
You: a waste of air.

And just so you know,
I think you are an ass hole.
I didn’t forget.

All the things you said
You waste space on this forum
Your additions: trite.

You are offending
To my delicate nature
A hideous toad.

Slinking from the swamp?
Or do you just smell that bad?
Sorry, but you stink.

Not a gaseous smell,
You smell like bitter dried up,
Vile, misplaced talent.

Your stories are fine,
You know where to put commas,
But recently suck.

Your concepts are droll,
We still mock you in secret.
Please, write quality.

At least if you do
Decide to stay, please,
Write something worth reading here.

Your whiny emo,
Assholery is bullshit,
You can do better.

You are not that great,
Blogging your infinite crap
Come on dude, grow up.

Women don’t like you,
Maybe if you had some class…
Or some social skills.

You attacked me first,
And have failed to say sorry,
But don’t bother now.

How long will it be,
Before the bastard gets out?
A week? Maybe two?

Hide and be humble
Try to be gracious for now,
You’ll fool the newbies.

Basically, you suck.
As a person you just suck.
And not the good way.

No need to be sad,
Suicide is the answer.
Yes, I do mean that.

I hate you, Michael,
I wish you had stayed away
Sadly, here you are.

~KatieWroteIt~
(and your offenses should you wonder included name-calling, rating abuse, baiting, photograph insults, and numerous other unacceptable behavior... in case you need your memory refreshed your rating is still on Lost in a Good Book.)





Just kidding about that whole poem thing. Welcome back. :p

[End Master]

And here’s a nice little way to cap all of it off.

Though we welcome back
Make no mistake about it
You're still a fucktard

http://www.websmileys.com/sm/happy/028.gif

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

Dude... it's fine your back and everything, but the double posts are really annoying. If you think of something to add you click the "Edit" button.

[Locke]

Last Call

Raise your glass, friend, before you go
To twilight at the Golden Horn
Our days are always like this
Endless hours merging seamlessly with one another like grains of sand
Filtered through cracked, yellowed glass and trailing dust
In the haze of afternoon sunlight, and in shadow
Vestiges drifting beneath the door to mingle like ghosts in the night
Comfort wears like weathered oak on my fingertips
Unvarnished by the passing of ages and careless transients
Spilling, carving, restless, always on their way
Or the regulars who’ve traded their tomorrows for today

Never look too closely at the faces in the crowd
Drink with us; be with us, live as we do before everything melts away again
And there are only desperate souls seeking answers to the questions that plague them
We are of a mind, those of us who drink together in this place
Together in laughter, in easy cameraderie
Together in destruction, each of us dying privately, quietly
United under smoke and solitude, the brotherhood of the bar
The distance in our eyes as cold and vast as the space around the stars

We are all just marking time
Searching, falling, remembering halcyon days we can never reach again
The lights wink out one by one at the Golden Horn
But the music plays on in my mind, trailing haunting chords like weeping angels
Such joy, such boundless sorrow
The endless, rapturous noise of all my murdered tomorrows

I'll wait till sunlight spills through those narrow, broken windows again
Counting the hours and days, tracing forever the fraying thread of conversation
The scarred and battered wood beneath my fingertips
And the song, the beautiful song that echoes always in my mind
The voices of angels, despairing of lost Eden, and the knowledge that I am never alone
So raise your glass, friend, and drink to eternity
Drink to you and me, to the times we’ve had and all those yet to come
To easy days, to long nights in the company of fellows

[ChubbyTeletubby]

Here, here!

Nice one.

[Leblanc4prez]

[QUOTE=MichaelRayHolt;3684]LeBlanc: Sorry I forgot to put you in the poem (and I love you too, man). But you seem to like Haikus more anyway, so...
LeBlanc is the man
If you like crazy and wild
He's Destiny's child!

LeBlanc: I like Haiku, But that's more Psy's interest... I like pie!

Shippo: Can I have some cake?

L: No, The cake is a lie!

S: Well, can I have some hobo Whiskey?

L: Only if homeless Hank dosn't mind.

S: Ok *Goes outside*

Psy: Where'd that fucktard go?

L: Oh I'm glad to see you, I almost had a remission of sanity!

P: That's awfull... I will imedietly go and retrive the sledge hammer and give you another opperation.

[Leblanc4prez]

Another Very special poem by Shippo.

I founded a coin upon the ground.
It tasted like potasium cloride.
I then took an apple and threw it around around.
It tasted like used formaldahyde.
I then ated a cake what I got from the pound.
It tasted like unreacted sodium oxide.
I then found a shrubbery that made a "Nack,nack,eckky,ekky,perchang,ni,wong" Sound.
And the nights of Ni tanned my hide.

[Leblanc4prez]

SHippo: The kiniggots of Ni stole my shrubbery :(

[Vesnic]

Are you sure you've got one?

Oh yes, it's very nice-uh!

(He says they've already got one!)

What are you doing in England?

[thoric]

A gentle wind blows
Fragrant eucalyptus swaying
to Nature's inaudible beats
The Sun sits upon it's cosmic throne
Casting a lazy golden glow over the world
A gentle soothing warmth
I can see it, not feel it
For I am separated
By dirty glass and rusting iron
I can imagine
The heady smell of freshness
Of freedom and the vast open
My heart yearns to break free
Escape these cold confines
Escape to the joy
Awaiting me outside
For therein lies freedom's
Warmth and euphoria
And herein lies the cold
the darkness and despair
setting roots in my soul
I fight to break through
Shatter the walls
And I succeed
Weary of heart and body
But gone is the fragrance
Of the dancing eucalyptus
Dying, diseased remains
Of a once mighty tree
Are all I can see
Gone is the smell
of liberation and joy
The wind is a demon
Cold and merciless
Cutting through me like
Hot steel through butter
I dodge a car here
I dodge a bus there
an infuriated trucker
bellowing curse for me to hear
Bitter is the taste of disappointment
Of expectations run to the ground
I reel at this mighty blow
My hope ripped to shreds
And I flee to the safety
Of those and old and familiar
Dark, cold confines
Yet I am glad
For the world is beautiful again
The imagination runs free
And that dirty glass and rusty iron grill
Shield it from the ravages
Of stark reality

[thoric]

*wearily*

LeBlanc, Michael... please stick to the topic. This thread was meant for posting poetry and the readers' comments on poems.

Ok Im off my high horse now.

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

Nice POETRY Thoric, it really fits the thread.


I like what you did with it, there's a fluid transgression of events corresponding with a deeper understanding of life. It is beautiful as always.

Staying on topic
Is a nice show of respect.
Let's all play nicely.

[Vesnic]

Thoric, your poem
Reminded me of early
loss, disappointment

Familiar things
Becoming suddenly strange
Lost to time and hope

Yet in the mind's core
Flames still glow, the trees still grow
Returning in Spring

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

You hate poetry?
Make a Monty Python Thread
Leave this one to us.

[Leblanc4prez]

Leblanc: You Are A God!

Psy Attempts Rap (To the tune of "The Roof is On Fire"

The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
We now need more Dune-Spice ‘cause mine just fuckin’ burned.
Motherfuckin’ wasteful. Burned.

Hello my name is Psy the worlds most powerful Psyduck,
I'm not old or new but middle school but who really gives a flying fuck,
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as MC. Psy-Guy,
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine,
Cause I'm kind of like MRH or Chubby, always stroking my own wookie,
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me cookie.

The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
We now need more Dune-Spice ‘cause mine just fuckin’ burned.
Motherfuckin’ wasteful. Burned.

Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I'm not black like Barry White was, no I’m white like Jack Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me eleven,
This Psyduck’s gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
cause I’m the motherfuckin’ the anti-christ.

The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
We now need more Dune-Spice ‘cause mine just fuckin’ burned.
Motherfuckin’ wasteful. Burned.

[Leblanc4prez]

All: *applause*

Psy: Damn, you are one, er, how do the primitive negroids say it? Fucked up Nigger? That's good right? I mean that MRH's rap was good.

Leblanc tries his hand at Rap (to tune of “every time”)

Everytime I clean my room, I make another mess
Everytime I post on these forums, I'm you all call me a pest
Everytime I'm re-incarnated, it's in the lowest form
I leave my window open every time there is a storm
Everytime I have a hangover, I have to go to work
Everytime I masturbate dry it tends to hurt
Everytime I pat a dog he bites me on the hand
Everytime I talk to aliens, they don't understand
Everytime I skate, I get another bruise
Everytime I get drunk, I vomit on my shoes
Everytime I scratch, the needle jumps
Everytime I drink milk, it comes out in lumps
Everytime I freestyle, I just talk shit
Everytime I catch the bus, there is nowhere to sit
Everytime I catch a train, I’m hassled for a ticket
Everytime I bat in cricket, first ball takes a wicket
Everytime I'm drunk at a party in a toga, I pull a damn hamstring to prove I do yoga
Everytime I eat, I get a pain in my chest
Everytime I thinks it's heartburn, it's cardiac arrest
Everytime I make a call, call waiting interrupts
Everytime I dump a load at someone's house, it won't flush
Everytime it won't flush, it stains the ceramic
If you ever see me happy it because I'm manic

Doomed to fail
*It's not easy being me
Doomed to fail
*It's not easy being me

Everytime I give advice, it comes out wrong
Everytime I get raided, my prints are on the bong
Everytime I score, I get shitty leaf
I was living with the Navajo until they heard me dis their chief.
Cause everytime we'd smoke a joint, I’d end up with the roach
Everytime I skip sport, I get drilled by the coach
But every time I play footy, I get tackled in the dirt
I crack another rib and it really f**kin hurts
Everytime I brush my teeth, I find another cavity
Everytime I try to fly, I discover gravity
Everytime I have a craving, I run out of food
Everytime we spin the bottle, I'm the one who ends up nude
Everytime I give a girl an orgasm, she fakes
Everytime I jam it in, the condom breaks
Everytime I gamble, I lose all my chips
Everytime I eat all bran (American translation: Total), I get the shits
But everytime I shit, it takes about an hour
And there's never any paper so I have to have a shower

But everytime I shower the towel is already wet
And it's not wet with water but wet with cum and sweat

Everytime I write a song, radio stations ban it
Cause when you play my records in reverse they're satanic
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,

Everytime I make a joke, people take me serious
Everytime I go down on a girl, she's on her period
Everytime I drive a car, a cop will pull me over
But I'll say I'm someone else and that I'm sober
Every blind date turns out to be blind
My looks are all I have and that is why I mind
Everytime I have a dream, I'm at the school dance
Everyone is looking at me cause I don't have any pants
Everytime I lick toad, I get warts on my tongue
Everytime I see a killer bee, It's when I’m getting stung
Everytime I play scrabble, I make the word "AT"
Every wet fart, leaves a stain where I sat
Everytime I catch a wave, I hit a coral reef
And everytime I order vegetarian, I get beef

*Doomed to fail
I Get Beef
*Doomed to fail
Chicken's not a vegetable
*Doomed to fail
I Get Beef
*Doomed to fail
Chicken's not a vegetable

[Leblanc4prez]

What would That Goddam Psyduck do? (To the tune of What would Brian Boitano do?)

What would that fucking Psyduck do If he was here right now?
He'd make a plan and he'd follow through!
That's what Psy the Psyduck'd Do!

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

When Psy was in the Oylimpics shooting for the gold,
He shot two ducks and the Swiss team's nuts, while wearing a blindfold!

When Psy was in the alps, fighting Omega,
He used his psychic powers and saved the maiden's fair!

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

So what would Psy do, If he was here today?
I'm sure he'd kick an arse or two!
That's what Psy the Psyduck'd do!

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

When Psytraveled through time, to the year 3010,
He fought the Evil Robot King and saved us all again!

And when he build the pyramids, he beat up Kubla Kuhn,
Cuz Psy doesn't take shit from....

Any...

Body...!

No Psy! Those Chicken Wings are really spicy! Don't eat those!

I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

Psy the Psyduck was born on the planet of Krynuk (cry-nuck),
He came to Earth to save us all from Boring things that suck!

Aydi-oh! Aydi-Ay! Psy the Psyduck's here!
So round up all your lasses, and tell them to have no fear!

I Said, "Come over here my honey, And I'm going to take off my pants,"
"And I'm going to make dirty love to you!"
Cuz that's what Psy the Psyduck'd do!

Cuz that's what that Fucking Psyduck'd do!

[Leblanc4prez]

Soul Requiem
By Violet

The realm of darkness calls me; my bidding is required of the unholy daemons that inhibit this realm. Why do they taunt me? Is my life not futile enough?
Why is the Soul such a dark place? Always empty. Like a cauldron, an empty cast iron cauldron.

Life was once quite beautiful, I to enjoyed things like babies, dew and flowers. What a laugh when I realised life was an illusion and that the babies were daemons, the dew acid and the flowers naught but weeds. The inhabitants of this realm of darkness must be laughing at me even now.

Perhaps some day, my heart could be healed, but from all the things I’ve seen, why would I want this? The true essence of the heart is darkness, the darkness of human existence. We all run around, thinking we are making a difference, but little realising, even all of humanity is nothing more than a virus upon the true stillness of the universe, the chaos to its order.

Why do I even bother to write this? What good will it serve? Why must we all be so useless? Life is useless, death is useless, and time conceals all. The agony of bitter existence flows through my very soul. Why do I feel so bad, is this all life holds?

One day, when I finally loose the anger keeping my empty husk going, my knife shall find my heart, causing black darkness to spill into the universe. And at last I shall know peace.

[Leblanc4prez]

Shippo: I scratched my ass in ass scratching class!

[Vesnic]

"V-Day" means Ves Day
Lay flowers at her altar
Joyously sing praise

[Leblanc4prez]

The chosen one
A poem by Kurt the maniacal Meowth

I can't remember anything at all
I've been turning it all around
I'm sorry, oh so sorry
Is this what I have become?

Wish I may, wish I might
Be someone else tonight
Sometimes I wish I was never born at all
And I'll try to save the world
Cause in the end I know
I'm the chosen one
I'm the chosen one

I can't remember what I used to be
Something's turning me upside down
You made me
And I love you
But I can't change the things I've done
I'm the chosen one

Wish I may, wish I might
Be someone else tonight
Sometimes I wish I was never born at all
And I'll try to save the world
Cause in the end I know
I'm the chosen one
I'm the chosen one

The chosen one
I'm the chosen one

[Leblanc4prez]

All Hail The Gengar


All hail the Gengar
Heroes rise again
Obliterating everything that's not your friend
Nothing can stop you now
No Psyduck to bring you down
When there's nothing left to lose you win

All hail the Gengar
All hail the Gengar

Suffer long and it will set you free
Only through trial do we find the strength we need
It's never over, just another day
Of hope and tragedies and everything that comes our way

Determination of the strong
Found the meaning that you searched for so long

All hail the Gengar
Heroes rise again
Obliterating everything that's not your friend
Nothing can stop you now
No Bulbasuars to bring you down
When there's nothing left to lose you win

All hail the Gengar
All hail the Gengar

Somewhere in chaos we all find ourselves
This destruction is the only tale we tell
White is black and black is white
Right is wrong and wrong is right
Nothing ever fills this hole inside your heart

Determination of the strong
Found the meaning that you searched for so long

All hail the Gengar
Heroes rise again
Obliterating everything that's not your friend
Nothing can stop you now
No Fox-Deamons to bring you down
When there's nothing left to lose you win

All hail the Gengar
All hail the Gengar

All hail the Gengar
Heroes rise again
Obliterating everything that's not your friend
Nothing can stop you now
No creappy Alchemists to bring you down
When there's nothing left to lose you win

All hail the Gengar
All hail the Gengar

[Leblanc4prez]

Almost Dead

No more gods, no more graves
Are you friend or fiend?
No more life, no more death
Somewhere in between

No more gods, no more graves
Are you friend or fiend?
No more life, no more death
Somewhere in between

Well we're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world
We're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world

Heaven can't save us, hell is a joke
No place left to go
What you see you cannot believe
But when we'll rise you'll know

Well we're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world
We're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world

Well we're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world
We're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world

Well we're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world
We're almost dead, almost dead, almost dead in the world

Well we're almost dead! And Shippo is pretty crazy too.

[Leblanc4prez]

Shippo:
I had a green something
I once had a something, a somthing that was green.
I ated that green something, and now my tummy hurts and I don't wanna continue this poem.

[Leblanc4prez]

A Very special poem... By Shippo

Will you be my friend today? I will spit milk on your lunch-tray.
You will Scream and run away, and I will have no friends today!