Bluff
Astral Star
Posts: 129
9-02-07
I cast a net into the clouds
Geo formations
Rapid configurations
Became belligerent calligraphy
With a sumo stroke
All was broke
The wind came pouring down
Shifting the might
Of dear Aphrodite
The swan song
Hid behind the crowd
Stirrups of green
Coalitions unseen
Magenta orange rockets blared
The sky fell into the sea
We drank and we danced
With total hypocrisy
Then this nymph gave a look
To the strong young crook
With dead eyes
Yet the hardest thighs
A statue was he
With no memory
His body chiseled so strong
Far too rigid for the song
Gazing crocodiles
Ran a fifth of the mile
To bow at the feat
Of the pigtails so neat
And the hole in the back of my dress
Showed off way too much flesh
While the old swooned and kissed
The young moped in their midst
Confused and unfound
The crows flew aground
A little pale red head babe
Chewed the teeth that she craved
Asked the polite sky
Why
Oh
Why
I cast a net into the clouds
Geo formations
Rapid configurations
Became belligerent calligraphy
With a sumo stroke
All was broke
The wind came pouring down
Shifting the might
Of dear Aphrodite
The swan song
Hid behind the crowd
Stirrups of green
Coalitions unseen
Magenta orange rockets blared
The sky fell into the sea
We drank and we danced
With total hypocrisy
Then this nymph gave a look
To the strong young crook
With dead eyes
Yet the hardest thighs
A statue was he
With no memory
His body chiseled so strong
Far too rigid for the song
Gazing crocodiles
Ran a fifth of the mile
To bow at the feat
Of the pigtails so neat
And the hole in the back of my dress
Showed off way too much flesh
While the old swooned and kissed
The young moped in their midst
Confused and unfound
The crows flew aground
A little pale red head babe
Chewed the teeth that she craved
Asked the polite sky
Why
Oh
Why
"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to eachother." Mother Theresa
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It twisted me into a pretzel.
I like many lines here in your poem.
I'll have to re-read this a few more times.
Thank you.
"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
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
yes...very enjoyable
And I won't make the same mistakes
(Because I know)
Because I know how much time that wastes
(And function)
Function is the key