Words Come And Go

[Ropey]

Lichen on the cracked quartz boulder,
that I lean on like a shoulder.
Fallen berry branch 'neath my feet,
So I bend and pick up the treat.

An unctuous smell of berries scenting,
bees at work and not fomenting.
Fragrant grasses in the clearing bend,
while bowing to this gentle friend.

With my hand astride this large white rock,
and the wind, the grass, my words in mock.
I find my way towards the shiny stream,
and wash my socks inside this scene.

I thought I'd post this in here as it might not get much laughter in the flame zone. A few edits, but that's the fun of writing.

 

[Snookie]

Tube socks?

 

[Ropey]

Snookie lives fast -- so he'll never get bored,
Running these forums with his computer floored.
Bringing the news and commands from there,
Since he's a messenger and a liberal square.

 

[Snookie]

Ropey's poems go clunk, clunk, clunk.
He's never sober,
He's always drunk.
He hangs out at Penny's at the shopping mall.
Looking for beaver,
From girls who are tall.

 

[Ropey]

Rabbit, squirrel, chicken, turkey and deer,
Greens from the garden and home cooked sneer.
A rough red nose living in crusty old bars,
A cred of dirt with bright bright stars.

 

[Snookie]

Rabbit, squirrel, chicken, turkey and deer,
Greens from the garden and home cooked sneer.
A rough red nose living in crusty old bars,
A cred of dirt with bright bright stars.

That's precious.

 

[Ropey]

I was saying that you're not.

 

[Snookie]

I was saying that you're not.

I don't care. You're precious.

 

[Ropey]

I was saying that you're not.

I don't care. You're precious.

Then that's all to the good.

I like win-wins.

 

[Ropey]

Kick it and get them mcnuggets yo!
Slap that cheese and score the ho!
McD's got the balls and all the sauce.
Get them now and slow your loss.
Ice pick that shit to my rap hole.
After a bit of rocking the pole.
I'm dippin' and trippin' all the way.
Don't argue boy, cause I'm an ofay.

 

[Moonglow]

I found out years ago that poetry sucks.

 

[Ropey]

I found out years ago that poetry sucks.

Verse sucks when everything else blows.

 

[Moonglow]

only from the 1970's does it vacuum.

 

[Ropey]

only from the 1970's does it vacuum.

So, that's when you started knowing blowing and it started sucking.

 

[Moonglow]

no that's when the vacuum took all interest.

 

[Ropey]

no that's when the vacuum took all interest.

And you lost all your interest to the vacuum. No wonder it sucks.

OK

 

[Snookie]

There has not been a true american poet since Jack Kerouac died.

 

[Ropey]

There has not been a true american poet since Allen Ginsberg died.

^fix

 

[Ropey]

Harry, you are a madman LOL
Get off the fence before you fall
Watch your case with the BPC
XXX gonna PM ya--wait and see

It's all good or so they say,
I don't care, I got my way.
Rat and Thumper, running a biz,
Looks shifty, whatever it is.

Dissing and datting in my mental trunk,
For to get my gat and shoot down this bunk.
So if you like a little more wordy action,
Someone is here to provide satisfaction.

I never got in it to be a shiny dude,
But it's funny and not oh so rude.
It's all in my funcked up attitude,
Passed along with this plattitude.

I don't buy it -- it don't sell,
Don't tell me that **** don't smell.
Not gonna rise to their occasion,
I'm wired to a different persuasion.

Watch yo a$$ and keep it real,
Don't get crushed under the wheel .
there I said it -- how I feel,
Shifty & Shadey making they deal.

 

[Ropey]

Riding the ocean...I can feel the motion. rocking,
drunken like a magic potion, sometimes mocking.
And in my mind docking & crashing while the waves,
are bashing on the stones as I sit on wooden staves.
A notion rolling back while foam retreating from the black,
to slam again against the rock in pain & salt the air with spray,
as I watch,
the coming of the day...
it
boggles
the
mind
.