Beagle’s Bagel-house: A Place For Poetry and Other Things

Doubles as a new and improved ama and a place to talk literature/write poetry if you’re into that sort of thing…

My most requested piece.
This is for all the ones that have a love for bacon out there, and all the ones that lead lives of monotony, and it’s really for the ones that are both. Microwaved Bacon:

Let’s see what I’ll be eatin’.
I grab some food to get nuked.
Some Hiroshima bacon,
And some Nagasaki soup

They say it comes from pigs.
Some grade A-pparent pork.
Lobster, puréed figs,
At the finest diner in New York

I turn it on and pop it in.
I set the timer and sit down.
I hear the hum begin,
As I take a look around

Clockwise goes the radio knob.
Grab the paper from outside.
I get a call from my job.
I say I’m sick. (I lied).

Somethin’ chirps and beeps,
as I walk to the machine.
Pull out the radioactive heap,
As the air is filled with toxic steam.

A plastic spoon from the cupboard.
A strange smelling styrofoam bowl.
The artificial umbilical cord,
That sustains me in this hole.

It doesn’t taste like bacon.
It’s just my thrice daily pill.
All that my microwave’s makin’,
And I eat till I get my fill.

I’ll take my meager rations.
It’s all that I can get.
There’s not much that I’m askin’.
Just that my needs are gettin’ met.

Someday I’ll climb outta this.
Cut my life providing line.
There’s not a thing that I will miss.
Where can I get some genuine swine?

First thing I’ll do is buy some pig.
I won’t let a second go to waste.
Cook it quick and in I dig.
And I won’t need to dream how bacon tastes.

i write poetry but its all angst

hold up lemme cook

faded stars stain my face

it's cold out tonight.

i cant seem to recall

when you last held me

and said I was pretty.

and made me feel like

i was the the shiniest thing

you'd ever seen.

now?

i dont quite remember

what i am.

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#5
Wow, that’s good

Under Dreams

Tonight, the artist walks under dreams,
Floating in puddles of starlight,
And between the twinkling thought
That he can do nothing but float

Tonight, he
Walks again under another’s dreams
With
A fistful of wonder.
The landscape,
Eats the darkness and,
Paints the artist’s sorrow:

He did not
See his dream
Tonight

And he walks further
Still
Until,
He surrenders will
And crawls to the dreams
To
Become one with
The Night

🎶Bagels for sale
Better post on this thread
Before they go stale🎶

#1 New and improved bump

Nice

Something Is Ticking
By BestsellingBeagle

Something is ticking
In the corner of my room
And I watch my days
Circle the drain
During my morning shave

Borrowed moments
Lay somewhere inside here;
I spend my moments
Indebted to days

I look at my heart and it’s covered in smiles
They all see success and I whither behind closed doors
I wander through this plane,
Wallow in the meanwhile

And I hear something ticking
In the back of my brain

Refrain
Contain
Some savage beast that screams from
Unseen wounds and
Unknown hurt
Who knew souls could bruise?
No ever told me thoughts could cut

Something is ticking
Behind many smiles
And something cascades over
The figurative drain

Maybe it’s time
Maybe it’s pain

Either way I find shelter
In the cusp of a smile
When I feel the coming of something like rain:
A frown across heavens,
Contempt from the stars—you could call it
Disdain

Oh stars accept me
I’ve lied still and far too long

At life's core: "I was wondering today Through a path of thorns and roses, Slowly pick one up an say: "Oh how I wish I was in May." But time passes It's now June, Feeling how the wind washes away All my boredom and my swoon. June is gone And so's the fun, And so's the rust, And so's August. Through the stormy weather I see November, And it's getting closer To December. Time, oh wait for me I said from the bloomed tree From the middle of the year When it was still April. But it never did And nor did I. And I write this in my bed, Waiting for my days to shed. And in my pain and sorrow I've got no more time to borrow." At death's door.

Stop this sounds so goofy ahh (⁠´⁠；⁠ω⁠；⁠｀⁠)

Also go for some unknown reason it didn't put the errr.. space between it so it's just sounds bad

Whatever, whenever there's a word that is usually written 🔤 but in the poem it's written 🔠 then it's basically a new row??? Idk bro I don't write poems generally

#12
Nice. I like how the first and last lines rhyme… is that on purpose? It bookends the poem in a way I haven’t seen before

Yeah it's not purpose I felt like it would be cooler like that idk as I said I don't generally write poems so idk

#15
Yep! A big part of poetry is using line breaks to add emphasis (or take away emphasis) to or from certain words. It also contributed to rhyme and rhythm, as well as your poem’s overall “shape”, which in some cases can facilitate the expression of certain ideas through varying paces

#17
Well you should more often! I liked your poem :)
Can I ask for a detailed explanation on its meaning?

Yeah well the original poem that I wrote did have like uhh... Whatever you call them line breaks or stuff but like idk when I sent it it just looks like this

I thumbs-upped your poem, but figured I'd tell you it was really good. Keep up the great work.