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TooCute

08-13-2006, 12:00 PM

I tried to find that old poetry thread, but the search function keeps
returning an error. I figured I'd share since this sonnet since I thought it
was kind of fun...

No shallow stream are you, whose favors bend 
For every stone that cleaves your wanton path. 
When lightning dares the heads above to rend, 
No change in course despite storm's aftermath. 
Still green when autumn gilts dry trembling leaves; 
Still warm when winter's shudd'ring breath does blow; 
Still dry when showers pelt spring's woodland eaves; 
Still temp'rate under summer's hazy glow. 
Though rose to rose a butterfly may flit, 
To kiss burgeoning stalks and taste no guilt. 
If of one's nectar it may want surfeit, 
Too soon the stems do bow with fatal wilt. 
But if, old friend, your touch might cease to please, 
but a moment will change your batteries. 

This message was edited by TooCute on 8-13-06 @ 4:12 PM

Bulldogcakes

08-13-2006, 01:51 PM

There once was a girl named Too CuteWho posted a poem that did not computeShe said it was nice, but I read the thing twiceI guess I'm just a dumb old coot.

furie

08-13-2006, 02:19 PM

poetry is hard

TooCute wrote a short sonnet

this is the new thread.

FUNKMAN

08-13-2006, 02:29 PM

To kiss burgeoning stalks and taste no guilt. If of one’s nectar it may want surfeit, Too soon the stems do bow with fatal wilt. But if, old friend, your touch might cease to please, but a moment will change your batteries. Very Hot!   Are the last two lines talking about using a vibrator?      <img src="http://www.ronfez.net/messageboard/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smile.gif" border="0" />and that 3rd line, is that referring to impotence? just kiddin'... i can tell it runs alot deeper than that, to the depths of the soul and life in general and i'm just an idiot

DarkHippie

08-13-2006, 02:52 PM

FUNKMAN wrote:  <blockquote /> Very Hot!   Are the last two lines talking about using a vibrator?      <img src="http://www.ronfez.net/messageboard/tiny_mce/plugins/emotions/images/smile.gif" border="0" />and that 3rd line, is that referring to impotence? just kiddin'... i can tell it runs alot deeper than that, to the depths of the soul and life in general and i'm just an idiot  Actually, I was thinking vibrator too.  The whole poem to me is speaking of a steadfast lover.  She uses natural images to describe this lover, and then the tech reference at the end creates a clever mixing of imagery and solves the riddle of the sonnet's source.I should also add that I hate poetry.  Surry too cute

TooCute

08-13-2006, 02:56 PM

I detest a lot of poetry.
It's like, too much effort. Or too ambiguous. Or too unsatisfying. Or
whatever.
Actually I think I'm just illiterate.

mendyweiss

08-13-2006, 03:02 PM

<img height="212" src="http://www.artistdirect.com/Images/Sources/AMGCOVERS/movies/dvd/cover150/drt100/t132/t13234c3xhx.jpg" width="150" border="0" />Old Mother Hubbard went to the cubbard.to fetch her poor dog a bone,She bent over  OHHHHHHH!

FUNKMAN

08-13-2006, 03:15 PM

okay, not a sonnet but i wrote this one evening when i was feeling real down. i moreso wrote it to be a song and i was gonna add a chorus but never got around to it... be gentle with meReelingHow does it feel to be left from the dealDoes it hurt to be sad when the going gets badIf the time comes when there is no more funTurn off the light and deal to the right There comes a day or a night in some casesWhere all of the truth lies deep in the facesBut what can be seen is not always the sameA finger to point, the innocent to blame You continue your quest for a hold of the peaceThat you feel could be had and your problems would ceaseFor a moment or so til your thoughts could come clearYou don't ask for much just the easing of fear

Sleeves

08-13-2006, 03:30 PM

"Turn off the light and deal to the right"i like this line a lot...i'd like to hear the song now...just use "reeling" as the chorus maybe?

SatCam

08-13-2006, 03:31 PM

jerry from mars ghostwrote all these poems

FUNKMAN

08-13-2006, 03:38 PM

Sleeves wrote: "Turn off the light and deal to the right"i like this line a lot...i'd like to hear the song now...just use "reeling" as the chorus maybe?  i kind've liked the line alot too just because the verse begins with "left from the deal"you just reminded me about what i had thought for the chorus(i wrote this approx 13 years ago) "Reeling"... (a measure) and then "Got that bad feeling"

spoon

08-13-2006, 07:40 PM

Left staring at the ceiling.  God damn I need some healing!

FUNKMAN

08-13-2006, 07:58 PM

spoon wrote: Left staring at the ceiling.  God damn I need some healing!  not bad not bad...  "god damn" may be a little strong

spoon

08-13-2006, 08:14 PM

How about we turn it around then and go with:"God please I need some healing."

spoon

08-13-2006, 08:18 PM

FUNKMAN wrote: Sleeves wrote: "Turn off the light and deal to the right""Reeling"... (a measure) and then "Got that bad feeling"Here's the Justice4All version by following up the above with: "This chick's cunt is a peeling....""Now it'll burn when peeing!"

FUNKMAN

08-13-2006, 08:19 PM

spoon wrote: How about we turn it around then and go with:"God please I need some healing."I need some healing...          is how i would go

BoondockSaint

08-13-2006, 09:01 PM

Free Rum I walked through the automatic doorsand she saidyou look like a rum guy.me ?i thoughti had arrived at the liquor store a little drunkand this seemed surreal.But there she stoodmaybe 22or 3offering me a sample of free rumi smiled at her and saidnot only am i a man of rum but of most spirits.she gave me what amounted to a shot on ice.the rum wasn't good or badit just tasted like free rumwhich i guess was good.as i stood there drinking the free boozeanother fellow walked in the storeand she saidyou look like a rum guy.i finished my drink and felt a little less special.

spoon

08-13-2006, 10:32 PM

FUNKMAN wrote: spoon wrote: How about we turn it around then and go with:"God please I need some healing."I need some healing...          is how i would go Leave it to the pro is what I say!  Nice job Fman.

This message was edited by spoon on 8-14-06 @ 2:33 AM

Furtherman

08-14-2006, 08:25 AM

I got one....  er...   nevermore.

Tall_James

08-14-2006, 08:55 AM

There was a young man from Saint Paul Who went to a masquerade ball. Just for a stunt He went dressed as a cunt, And was fucked by a dog in the hall.

FUNKMAN

08-14-2006, 09:11 AM

i long for your warmthnessand thirst for your moistnessyou are my princess

FUNKMAN

08-14-2006, 09:23 AM

i want to taste the salt of your skinand the sweetness that lies withinto touch you is to know all the pleasures of this earththere is no tempest for you are the port of my berth

A.J.

08-14-2006, 09:25 AM

Still green when autumn gilts dry trembling leaves; Still warm when winter’s shudd’ring breath does blow; Still dry when showers pelt spring’s woodland eaves; Still temp’rate under summer’s hazy glow. Thanks to...<img height="200" src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/81172/200.jpg" width="200" border="0" />

TooCute

08-14-2006, 09:27 AM

Oh man that's awesome. I want to write a sonnet about douching now!

terry1979

08-14-2006, 10:16 AM

My friend and me Looking through her red box of memories Faded I'm sure But love seems to stick in her veins you know Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord My lord Why can't you see That nature has its way of warning me Eyes open wide Looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord Yes, there's love if you want it Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord My lord Sinking fast within a boat without a hull My lord Dreaming about the day when I can see you there My side By my side Here we go again and my head is gone, my lord I stop to say hello 'Cause I think you should know by now By now By now By now By now By now Oh, by now Oh, by now Oh, by now Oh, by now

DarkHippie

08-14-2006, 02:06 PM

I liked Boondock's the best so far.  Billy Collins would be proud.

King Imp

08-15-2006, 12:38 PM

This is my favorite Sonnet.  <img height="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/1003/tmimp67/other/ewasonnet1.jpg" width="600" border="0" />

BoondockSaint

08-15-2006, 04:22 PM

DarkHippie wrote: I liked Boondock's the best so far.  Billy Collins would be proud. Hey thanks.  That's really nice of you.

FUNKMAN

08-15-2006, 05:09 PM

BoondockSaint wrote: DarkHippie wrote: I liked Boondock's the best so far.  Billy Collins would be proud. Hey thanks.  That's really nice of you.King Imp is a close second for that sweetass hottub...

BoondockSaint

08-15-2006, 05:18 PM

FUNKMAN wrote: BoondockSaint wrote: DarkHippie wrote: I liked Boondock's the best so far.  Billy Collins would be proud. Hey thanks.  That's really nice of you.King Imp is a close second for that sweetass hottub...She can play the chick from my poem in the movie.

keithy_19

08-15-2006, 07:08 PM

"Eight Month Itch" Cause who doesn’t want to be alone sometimesI started it mid sentence cause that’s where we areNot at beginnings not at those terrible good byesStuck somewhere in the middle under the blue summer skyYou seem like you’re doing fine and I don’t know howThe "I love yous" roll off your tongue like sweat down your browAfter another late night sex act this one we’ll both regretCan’t calm this heart from beating out of my chestEight month stretch and I’m getting antsyI guess it’s human after all that’s what I amSee those other girls and no they’re not youBut I wonder what ifs and maybesRemember those nights back stageGetting butterflies cause nothing felt that wayTrue I still get them when I look in your eyesBut am I forcing it cause I’m afraid to say good byeMaybe this is for all my loneliness that I feltMaybe this is all there is for me and girlsI don’t know cause sometimes I miss crying myself to sleepAs I try to figure out what’s wrong with me

BoondockSaint

08-15-2006, 08:12 PM

I figure I'm drunk enough to post another one."I met this girl who dumped coal in my soul. She got the furnace working. She got the old ticker pumping. This girl, this woman, shook me. Her words sang and her silence stung."