when....

ISN

I read efforts on here....
on the Poetry forum....
which aren't poetry,
or even poetic....
which bear no resemblaaaaaaaaance to poetry
from my dreams, from my knowledge
from music, or from life......
I get this weird tic in my face
and I announce to nobody
(there's nobody here)
in a LOUD BRITISH ACCENT!!!!!
'it's not poetry'......
and after that I feel a bit calmer....
not much, but a little bit

Ms. Haiku

ISN wrote:

I read efforts on here....
on the Poetry forum....
which aren't poetry,
or even poetic....
which bear no resemblence to poetry
from my dreams, from my knowledge
from music, or from life......
I get this weird tic in my face
and I announce to nobody
(there's nobody here)
in a LOUD BRITISH ACCENT!!!!!
'it's not poetry'......
and after that I feel a bit calmer....
not much, but a little bit

when I read efforts on here . . .
on the Poetry forum . . .
which aren't poetry,
I wonder if I'm on the wrong thread
and I get pulled back into
the minute hand turning towards 5pm
where I realize

I'm not doing my work if I'm reading this.

ISN

and I say to you Bibliobella (in a LOUD BRITISH ACCENT), don't waste yer time reading it....cos Bibliobella (in a LOUD BRITISH ACCENT).....you have more important things to do.....

Ms. Haiku

ISN wrote:

and I say to you Bibliobella (in a LOUD BRITISH ACCENT), don't waste yer time reading it....cos Bibliobella (in a LOUD BRITISH ACCENT).....you have more important things to do.....

ISN, what are you talking?(NJ accent) More important things to do than to read poetry-bah!

FinsburyParkCarrots

ISN wrote:

I read efforts on here....
on the Poetry forum....
which aren't poetry,
or even poetic....
which bear no resemblence to poetry
from my dreams, from my knowledge
from music, or from life......
I get this weird tic in my face
and I announce to nobody
(there's nobody here)
in a LOUD BRITISH ACCENT!!!!!
'it's not poetry'......
and after that I feel a bit calmer....
not much, but a little bit

When I read poetry on here
I get this little tap of my foot
and I say to my pet bird
in a soft British accent
'there's some good stuff'
and my bird tweets back
as he prunes his clearwing skyblue plumes
and chirrups iambics and spondaic
spontaneous trilling rills, filling with song
dream vistas of spectral glimmers
at the back of old bookcases
shining, lining the faces of approving sages
from the pages of poetry of old

Ms. Haiku

If my dead dog's spirit stood near my foot
he would wag
in English Springer Spaniel accent
"Ricky Wonderpup is the best part
of the Bibliobella superhero comics"

and I would say
while filling his leash with air,
"You're right!"

DopeBeastie

When I am desparate for proof
that God knows I am desparate (for proof)
I am caught paging
filmish paper, eyes closed
(knowing nowhere's better something
knowing nothing notwithstands)
Lo! Behold, it's Abraham...
his son's second wife, resplendent,
steeped. An angried penting
prayer unheard.
If God were man, regret the use.
If she were God, she'd like abuse.




(lol)

hearya