I wonder if soldiers use metaphor.
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Comparing war to a divorce?
Armament to psychic boundaries?
Schrapnel to insults, flung in heat?
Do fishes know it's night time in the deep?
Does Calliope really ever sing?
Do plums wish they were kisses?
Does smoke think it's a girl?
Walking home and fading out
slowly, in a happy dream?
Armament to psychic boundaries?
Schrapnel to insults, flung in heat?
Do fishes know it's night time in the deep?
Does Calliope really ever sing?
Do plums wish they were kisses?
Does smoke think it's a girl?
Walking home and fading out
slowly, in a happy dream?
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This is my favorite part!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
war to their first divorce. Their armor to restraining orders.
Schrapnel to the insults, (he used to fling in heat, you know, that fucking tramp is such a ho.)
Does a cold steel blade through skin, muscle, and organ ~
a broken chest plate, triple bypass feel
like the first time you couldn't keep it real?
And that he's leaving you for someone else... healthier?
Do fishes know it's night time in the deep?
Does Calliope really ever sing or sleep?
Is the cat in the sunny window stretching
and purring just like me beneath his round smile?
Do plums wish they were kisses?
Does smoke think it's a girl?
Walking home and fading out
slowly, in a happy dream?
there's more, evil... and thanks, j. i think i'll need to read more poetry to make it any longer, lol... ack! cheers to each
dream induced collage of the sea,
in fruition a whispered dream
nice work rp from nm
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
loveit!
Passing edicts to those whose lives were less than numbers,
just a cold mass, a lifeless dough
they called their domain.
How much time does a man-god have for love,
designing a coffin so elaborate as to consume
an entire life.
spirits clayed the earthen world,
stunned by lasers,
shed as snakes skins thin.
holding fast the scream
lassos ring the necks
some bastard cow..
she is not allowed.
felled as one deplored,
the true ain't bored,
as a distance sigh sounds,
circles, yes surrounds,
like bats in caves up down,
is this more like me?
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
duude... very nice
a truant finds home
very nice, also, sir love the short and abrupt english end...
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Here's my contribution:
Do shoes smile in the afternoon?
Has the tree kissed the fence, today?
When the sun sets does it erase all lines?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
When blood flows does it say goodbye to the bullet?
Why is freedom laced in ill fitting boots?
Why is John the dearest one?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Does a whisper make a sound if it falls on deaf ears?
When I close my eyes, do my surroundings become invisible or disappear?
Does a nocternal creature call day, night and night, day?
Hmmm, and war....:(
If I kill in a time of war, am I still not a murderer?
Countries are lines that divide. If we fight for our country, are we fighting for further divisions?
Fighting for peace? or Fighting for piece?
Holy war?
If pieces of us lay hidden in foreign soil, are we expatriots?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
My poem above means to poke fun of mushy poets, myself included... kind of bringing horror into a perspective based in "reality". These questions on war keep in that spirit. Can we do the same in love and happiness? lol... should we?
is true love backwords or forwards?
is truth loved backwords or forwards?
when the soul mates what is produced?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
What if only one soul believes it's found its mate?
Can a soul stalk? Is it creepy or endearing?
How does true love become false?
If love is blind, does that mean it has a better sense of smell?
If you give give all your love away, is there any left for you?
If money doesn't buy happiness, then why the hell does going to the amusement park cost so gawd damned much?
If money doesn't buy happiness, then wtf am I still working for?
If I was happy living in a cardboard box, would you look and see the smile in my eyes or would you pity me?
Is sex divided?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
why do street corners introduce?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Does love bleed?
Does a broken heart bleed?
Does broken love bleed?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Why does snow smile?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Do lips understand the consequence of a kiss?
Small piles of flesh, rubbing together
like continents, grinding mountains of love,
the erosion of salt sent spiraling
into a tongue, and all that's left,
a brief sigh, rumbling like aftershock through the chest.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
~Neruda
Your resolution is to not post PJI Poetry? What the tarnation fer?
Does Vedder's voice know its own genious?
Do basslines beg questions?
is an eagle bound by title?
where rides the sioux
in search of a soul?
hell bent soaring to no end,
so sassed the child,
the real is the trooth -
my girl has reached a goal
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green