our grass is dead thanks

chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,157
clang clang clang
clang

soundings backyard small metal chimes
shit for brains everyday
cancerous crisp
all gone this one from emeralds
none tribal drums
it aint fucking right
our rainforest's napalm breath got you some
bastard fucker

living in fear
dead whales floating
a crying child
where fading birds can't fly
nothing to catch

clang clang clang
clang

dead hits night unlit
just the same undone bullshit
guess it ends today
off it soon goes missing

even with each blade being buddha
our little prairie that had swayed
it all echoed on wind's ride
now seems even lotus flowers are trying to quit
everything drying up

wildflowers not annihilation
a meditative skybeam no longer golden chanting
it is a fading tiger's nest
poisoned high over cliff
where dangling monasteries push back best they can

clang clang clang
clang






for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."

Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

Comments

  • tishtish I come from downtownPosts: 2,198
    Jesus, Chadwick. Worst poem I ever read. Well done.
  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,157
    jesus, tish. you're welcome
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • brianluxbrianlux Moving through All Kinds of Terrain.Posts: 29,632
    chadwick said:

    clang clang clang
    clang

    soundings backyard small metal chimes
    shit for brains everyday
    cancerous crisp
    all gone this one from emeralds
    none tribal drums
    it aint fucking right
    our rainforest's napalm breath got you some
    bastard fucker

    living in fear
    dead whales floating
    a crying child
    where fading birds can't fly
    nothing to catch

    clang clang clang
    clang

    dead hits night unlit
    just the same undone bullshit
    guess it ends today
    off it soon goes missing

    even with each blade being buddha
    our little prairie that had swayed
    it all echoed on wind's ride
    now seems even lotus flowers are trying to quit
    everything drying up

    wildflowers not annihilation
    a meditative skybeam no longer golden chanting
    it is a fading tiger's nest
    poisoned high over cliff
    where dangling monasteries push back best they can

    clang clang clang
    clang






    A keeper and well done, Chadwick! Wow and Damn! Pound the table! Look at the ruin. Finding a light light in all those prairie blades even as the lotus wilts. The clanging monastery, all of it. Fantastic!
    “After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”
    -Aldous Huxley
    ***********
    M.I.T.S.









  • F Me In The BrainF Me In The Brain this knows everybody from other commetsPosts: 18,233
    Any poem that works 'bastard fucker' into it gets my thumbs up!
    The love he receives is the love that is saved
  • chadwickchadwick up my assPosts: 21,157
    hey thanks. i do what i can around here
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 7,063
    SPY GOAT

    it isn't into a spyglass it is written this form
    but on the waves of conscientiousness
    a book parallels like a thought drop

    formative the belief the written path
    a planet forms overnight
    for a god

    for us a plant
    the smaller creations

    we are so very small

    black sometimes is the wall
    a definitive separation from white
    but black argumentably the more affixed line of division
    as if if space is black beyond must be too

    I'd like to write about you
    I'd like to write about my imagination
    of wonderful
    imagination being the stronger thing than you or I could even possibly imagine

    or even the wonderful memories of unforcedness
    childhood made up trees, woods and verses
    the following of spirit dwellings into autumn leave danced
    the I can't keep up of what I want to

    because sometimes at night it rains bugs
    and we cannot, or should not, help this






  • rollingsrollings unknownPosts: 7,063
    I went forward on the poetry pages about 14 pages , then stopped,...read this poem and down through the responses and discovered I had THAT in my post comment box..


    Wtf 

    So I posted it 
  • F Me In The BrainF Me In The Brain this knows everybody from other commetsPosts: 18,233
    !!
    The love he receives is the love that is saved
  • Yes that's the one and two!!
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