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A little bit of Poetry...
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These are some dank poems.
Haha! Nice. XD
There was a terrible mess,
when I played chess.
She ate my rook,
I was hanging on a hook.
Rook is tower,
the situation was hover.
The war was soon over.
But I gonna come back,
maybe next time I have better luck.
Oct 30, 2015
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#46
17rileyc a écrit :
These are some dank poems.
yes interesting, some are not
Les sanglots longs des violons de l'automne
Bercent mon coeur d'une langueur monotone ...
Paul Verlaine
Poem used for announcing D-DAY to my country
Dank? or not ??
Nov 4, 2015
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#47
What are the topics in "off topic" you would tolerate as a MOD ???????????
interesting paradox, isn't it, ZEN KUNG FU David Carradine appreciates this KUAN, existential paradox.
BTW a "poetry" thread is among the best "off topics" for mankind, a little poesie in a cold terrible war.
A man who loves poetry cannot totally be bad.
A Mod who don't like poetry in "off topics is absolutely not ...........? hmmm ???
Ty for the best paradox of our life : be "off topics" politically correct,on "off topics thread". Mc Carthy ??
Ty, OP !
Nov 4, 2015
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#48
When i thought
I knew everything
I forgot
Censored things !!!!! Haiku HAKA dedicated to Blurrvelo the last poet who could take partin the best poets circle!
ty OP
Nov 6, 2015
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#51
I strongly recommend that you listen to the track linked at the end, it's electrifying.
Street 66 (Linton Kwesi Johnson)
The room was dark, dusk howling softly 6 o'clock
Charcoal light, the fine sight was moving black
The sound was music mellow steady flow
And man son mind just mystic red
Green, red, green, your scene
No man would dance but leap and shake
That sharp through feeling right
Shape that sound, tumbling down
Making movement, ruff enuff
'Cause when the music met I-tops
I felt the sting, I knew the shock, yeah,
Had to do and ride the rock
Outta dis rock shall come a greener riddim
Even more dread than what the breeze of glory bred
Vibrating violence is 'ow we move
Rocking with green rhythm
The drought and dry root out
The mighty poet I Roy was on the wire
Weston did a skank and each man laugh and feeling irie
Dread I
Street 66, the said man said
Any policeman come 'ere will get some righteous,
Raasclak licks, yeah mon, whole heapa kicks
Hours beat, the scene moving right, when all on a sudden
Bam, bam, bam, a knocking 'pon the door
"Who is dat?", asked Weston, feeling right
"Open up, it's the police, come on, open up"
"What address do you want?"
"Number 66, come on, open up"
Weston, feeling high, reply
"Yes, this is Street 66, step right in and tek some licks."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uH1BblEnK38
Nov 6, 2015
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#54
Word is that this is a swipe at Morrissey, but Smith being the tease that he is has always refused to confirm this one way or the other.
C.R.E.E.P. (The Fall)
He reads books; of the list book club
And after two months - his stance a familiar hunch
And it's the same slouch he had the last time he was around
His oppression abounds, his type is doing the rounds
He is a scum-egg; a horrid trendy wretch
C.R.E.E.P.
Black saucers at the back of your neck
Interruptions, from the side when you talk
In the presence of this ugly gawk
Is offending, make sure you're not absorbed
(with hideous luck - he'll absorb all your talk)
C.R.E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P.
From the bright sun, he came one fine morn
"Populist" - oh well in his class at least
But then came real age, and for that we all must pay
(and for that we all do pay)
C.R.E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P. ...
And he wants world peace! (and for that we all must pay)
And he likes ABC!
C.R.E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P.
C.R.E.E.P. C.R.E.E.P.
Creep! Creep! Creep! Creep!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGfjnVIduWE
ma chivy up an died thee uther day
an that ol heeler beried ma chest peeces away
but its jus a drop in the buckit come paired to losin you
an im down to seeds an stems agin too.