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  • Freshman - 1,127 Points Mike Acker (11/23/2014 2:54:00 AM) Post reply
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    Stripes

    Like a soldier's hard-earned stripes, his cuts
    run across his arms, their raised shine standing out.
    I am mesmerized by the number and depth
    of these now-healed scars. I can not fathom
    what would drive this young man
    to slash his own flesh.

    Then I think, like me, he must get
    some sweet relief from the self-inflicted pain.
    As I turn to walk away, I perceive
    myself as cowardly, and yet grateful
    that my self-inflicted wounds, are well-hidden,
    in the depths of my soul.

    Mike Acker

  • Rookie - 318 Points The Pundit (11/22/2014 2:22:00 PM) Post reply | Read 4 replies

    I chewed Ma’s fat while the
    gang checked widows for law

    and saw shrubs growing out of
    boulders.

    The melody frightened her as the
    cabin exploded in slow motion

    sounding like black mud sucking
    the galoshes off someone’s feet.

    Ma had a long hair growing out of
    a mole and I had a cigarette

    hanging out of the corner of
    my mouth.

    A close up of her eyes revealed
    our terror and

    the whole scene became warm
    plastic.

    Four November leaves fell from
    the very top; rusted, orange,
    and red.

    It felt like when Dorothy was still
    aroused in that crazy, spinning

    farm house.

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    • Rookie - 318 Points Gulsher John (11/23/2014 1:49:00 AM) Post reply

      Pundit, I love ur critiques (u made here) but not this one, agree with both PLUMS.

    • Rookie - 318 Points Havilah Dammette (11/22/2014 6:12:00 PM) Post reply

      Your poetry bring warm urine out of me. Wish to hold hand on you. Look into eye and inahle black lung of you. My farm house is you farm house. Shrub grow from my armpit yes Galoshes leave me and no ... more

    • Rookie - 318 Points Professor Plum (11/22/2014 6:09:00 PM) Post reply

      Hey, it's the fake Plum, aka 'Acker'. Acker, I see you still haven't gone to your local community college for poetry instruction. Maybe join a mother's morning out club for poetry readings. Yep, you s ... more

    • Rookie - 318 Points Professor Plum (11/22/2014 4:25:00 PM) Post reply

      It is a silly poem, written by a silly m ... more

  • Rookie - 310 Points delilah contrapunctal (11/22/2014 7:02:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    an inaner format one could not find
    even
    if
    using
    but a piece of one's mind...

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    • Rookie - 310 Points Havilah Dammette (11/22/2014 9:58:00 AM) Post reply

      format is foolish when no poetry on you make big word feel small like hernia on sea horse your soul kind, rhyme is good.

  • Rookie - 265 Points Frederick James Bradley Moore (11/21/2014 11:21:00 PM) Post reply

    pinned like a wall flower

    i often wondered
    how does it feel to be a wall flower
    then i became one

    and now i want nothing more
    than to go back to the way things were

    because that brought peace
    in estate

    now do not blame me
    for the way things are
    one day im standing strong and tall
    the next im looking up on my knees
    like i was never standing at all

    i am ignored
    and not listened to
    used but not seen

    a decoration on the wall
    to everyday say the most
    and its such a place to be

    im and run through
    by the fingers of all those
    who dont know i have thorns
    although they often
    never even scrape a finger

    after being defiled
    by hand or by voice
    i am left alone to believe the worst
    that i brought it on myself

    while i watch everyone stroll off
    thinking i dont understand what`s happened
    or eve what to do next

    but i do
    i think of it everyday
    im going to blossom
    Frederick J.B. Moore II

  • Rookie - 150 Points ... Dog God 8hate (11/21/2014 12:32:00 PM) Post reply | Read 5 replies

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    OkCupid: Response to ...
    no Response

    You're into ...
    Cognitive Science?

    Dear soul:
    they who pursue the infinitude
    therein, come to realize
    that fetching vibe
    piquant posts can spin

    i'm a man posing woman,
    but for a cause
    (seemingly) too wiggy
    to tell, yet ... honest.

    it's one of irony's
    opposing ways to fool
    it's for FUN, and ...
    salubrious

    Surely you've peeked beyond
    the veil o' assumption ...
    those impeded borders o'
    minion land? And ...
    into the endless beyond?

    Your 5 foot four frame ...
    it fits an expedient composite
    if you know how to
    measure

    ._.

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    • Rookie - 150 Points The Pundit (11/22/2014 10:29:00 PM) Post reply

      This guy likes to fool around with words, and he makes you think. That's what a real poet does. He doesn't talk about colorless leaves. If he talks about leaves he shows you, he doesn't tell you.

    • Rookie - 150 Points Professor Plum (11/22/2014 10:15:00 PM) Post reply

      This is terrific Dog. 'Fake Plum' is a doofus. You play with words like a champ. Write some more! We miss you!

    • Rookie - 150 Points Professor Plum (11/22/2014 4:26:00 PM) Post reply

      Retarded writing by a retarded mind! Oh sorry, it is " uniquely" retarded.

    • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (11/21/2014 1:27:00 PM) Post reply

      My lady friend was in the market and ch ... more

    • Rookie - 150 Points The Pundit (11/21/2014 12:43:00 PM) Post reply

      Most of them on here are jerk-jobs. You ... more

  • Freshman - 1,127 Points Mike Acker (11/20/2014 3:44:00 PM) Post reply | Read 3 replies

    Time Of Death

    The dead and dying are everywhere.
    If I didn't know better, I would have thought
    a massacre had taken place. There is
    neither blood nor gore, but death prevails, nevertheless.

    The carcasses are scattered wherever
    one looks. Higher above are the sickly,
    looking down at their brethren, clear about
    their own fate. The color of life has left them.

    Soon, they too, will fall to their death, leaving
    only skeletal remains behind.

    Mike Acker

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    • Freshman - 1,127 Points Mike Acker (11/21/2014 6:07:00 PM) Post reply

      It is about fall and fallen leaves, morons!

    • Freshman - 1,127 Points Poetry Hound (11/21/2014 1:09:00 PM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

      She barely had a pulse. Thrown clear and only a few eyedroppers of blood. We put an old sleeping bag across her As if it would help As if temperature had the ref's whistle. When the the paramed ... more

    • Freshman - 1,127 Points The Pundit (11/21/2014 12:52:00 PM) Post reply

      'The dead and dying are everywhere'....Jesus, you couldn't come up with a more poetic line than that?You write for the Washington Post?This is poetry, not a godd*mn newspaper article. Show us the dead ... more

  • Rookie - 696 Points Dan Reynolds (11/20/2014 5:33:00 AM) Post reply

    Do you ever find yourself, subconsciously speaking poetically, in general conversation?

  • Rookie - 343 Points Havilah Dammette (11/19/2014 3:58:00 PM) Post reply

    Hi, yes. Someone get asians off new list poems?Hogging all space with paw prints. No words.
    My mouth mad at chow mein.

  • Rookie - 803 Points Gulsher John (11/19/2014 1:20:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    in the absence of great minds
    only trolls sing around
    , , , , , , , , , ,
    hay guys, break the break now

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    • Rookie - 803 Points The Pundit (11/21/2014 1:04:00 PM) Post reply

      Write me a poem Gulsher, and shut up. Trolls are all we have left here. No one likes poetry including me. Get busy writing a good poem. No one else can.

  • Gold Star - 11,279 Points Mohammad Skati (11/17/2014 2:33:00 PM) Post reply

    Since our birth until our death / We write our life's pages / We write our good deeds and our bad deeds / When we pass away anytime / Then we will take this book with us / Either we pass our test or we fail /.

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