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For the poets, blood

gue_bariumgue_barium Posts: 5,515
edited November 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I just had a thought, an inspiration. What beats blood? Not that it is thicker than water so much, yet, it carries the DNA, it involves the adrenaline...some can't see past the disease, or the race that it carries.... Passions and oxygen, sneezes or, perhaps, blushes. Dying. Living. This component that mosquitoes and sharks thirst for.

Somebody needs to write some words about this.
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  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    gue_barium wrote:
    What beats blood?

    Polonium-210.
    Get dosed with that: what then?
  • Jeremy1012Jeremy1012 Posts: 7,170
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Polonium-210.
    Get dosed with that: what then?
    oh, good ol' current affairs jokes. I'm sure he's laughing wherever he is :)
    "I remember one night at Muzdalifa with nothing but the sky overhead, I lay awake amid sleeping Muslim brothers and I learned that pilgrims from every land — every colour, and class, and rank; high officials and the beggar alike — all snored in the same language"
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    paint Ed big
    soaks the pages



    Blood

    The old roast rotted
    inside the RV's fridge,
    in the dark. For months...
    Corky opened the door
    and every dog on the block barked.


    Blood

    We begin immersed,
    not swimming, not breathing
    but rolling and being
    and listening to life's beat echo
    louder than anything else.
    If our senses worked better
    we'd see red.


    Blood

    Pushed out of the square
    with incredible force
    It zips up Main Street
    Left turn at Fourth
    Right now onto Broadway
    then up Second's alley
    Slowing and knocking
    on Love's cargo doorway
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    that's meant to be three separate poems.
    sorry :/
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    moreandmore wrote:
    that's meant to be three separate poems.
    sorry :/


    I kind of like the way it turned out. :)
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    she dreams in colour, she dreams in red
    thinks of all the blood she's shed
    boiling thick, she drowns in tears
    for life and death
    upon her bed
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    I kind of like the way it turned out. :)


    hmm... thanks!

    I could write a hundred little blood poems.


    Jamal, you jacked my senses putting that Betterman reference up. Wow...
    (miscarriages? eep!)
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    moreandmore wrote:
    hmm... thanks!

    I could write a hundred little blood poems.

    Jamal, you jacked my senses putting that Betterman reference up. Wow...
    (miscarriages? eep!)
    1) plz do write a hundred
    2) is that a good thing? :)
    seemed like an appropriate line from betterman to continue into something way off topic :p
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
  • KovoKovo Posts: 255
    A heart beats blood. No? Too corny?
    I shouldn't have to fight a battle I'll never win, just to lose those I've never had.
  • gue_bariumgue_barium Posts: 5,515
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    I kind of like the way it turned out. :)

    Me, too.
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  • california girlcalifornia girl Posts: 70
    kotex longs
    playtex tampons
    shaped for thongs
    light days
    obo
    with wings
    more absorbent
    thick or thins
    cramps
    chills
    headaches
    midol pills
    28 days
    roller coaster ride
    you'll get your red wings
    as you bravely preside
    over that tender mound
    to help her feel better
    and bring a towel
    so she don't get wetter
    might need tea
    a hot water bottle
    blankets and sympathy
    just a cuddle
    a kiss for your lady
    lucky again
    not expecting a baby
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    Kovo wrote:
    A heart beats blood. No? Too corny?

    No! Write it, Kovo!
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    Jamal wrote:

    2) is that a good thing? :)


    I like poetry that jacks with my body. Visceral.
    It's good. Like watching action films... yeah.

    I think it's so cool being on here and being able to throw a PJ reference into poetry. Those songs have colours and auras to them that we all know intimately. It's like instant-emotion. Good Stuff ;)


    :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    I eees dah rasta cyberman
    I worship Cyber Jah
    I smoke dee Cyber 'erb an' plan
    a cyber empire, far
    I write dah cyber poems for
    mah cybers in dah hood
    but mah poems ain't got nothin' raw:
    ah got no cyber blood

    Gimme cyber blood and stuff
    tah get dah cyber troops
    all hyped tah get all pumped and tough
    and teamed in cyber groups

    Tah conquer eart', dat mudder eart',
    dah land of weed and wimmins
    Give us blood, and we will spurt
    great verse, wid alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll dah trimmins!

    http://web.telia.com/~u87744220/cyberman.jpg
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    such a simple thing to see
    the evidence of injury
    unlike contusion to the heart
    the skin's a simple ruddy tart
    that cries thick red. "crimson". sticky
    opposed to tears. common. Icky.
    new poets bleed like skin, a sore
    old poets never come to shore
    for they prefer to swim in itch
    words in strings. suture. stitch
  • gue_bariumgue_barium Posts: 5,515
    moreandmore wrote:
    such a simple thing to see
    the evidence of injury
    unlike contusion to the heart
    the skin's a simple ruddy tart
    that cries thick red. "crimson". sticky
    opposed to tears. common. Icky.
    new poets bleed like skin, a sore
    old poets never come to shore
    for they prefer to swim in itch
    words in strings. suture. stitch

    Holy Blood Clot Batman, I think we have a winner!

    I like this one. Good rhythm and mood. Good turn of phrase there at the end.
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  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    she holds her hands out towards him. he takes them in his. turns them over, her palms exposed. he sees. she pulls away from him horrified. but he does not believe. she knew he wouldn't. why should he when she doesn't understand. she woke that morning with a clear head, something she hadn't done for so long she can't recall such clarity. he figured it was some perverse joke. the look on her face told him otherwise. how could this be, he wondered. all the time he had known her, she had been an atheist. why would she be the one chosen. why would He choose her to show his hand. the only time he heard her say His name was in anger or ectasy. she was the most irreligious person he had ever known. yet here she was standing in front of him, bleeding from the marks of christ.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • reeferchiefreeferchief Posts: 3,569
    Blood is shed
    tears are cried
    within my heart
    an angel has died
    my pride is pouring
    as my wings soar
    the blood now dripping
    from the open pore
    to be seen this naked
    to have it all on the line
    intimidations fleeting,
    I must stand high.
    Can not be arsed with life no more.
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    these are all wonderful... cate & reefer & fins

    thanks gue :) (the holy blot clot thing made me laugh!)
  • catefrancescatefrances Posts: 29,003
    blood is life
    blood is death
    she opens her veins
    lays down to rest
    everything she thought she knew
    has flown away because of you
    she can't think straight
    perhaps even, not at all
    she hears faint footsteps coming down the hall
    she closes her eyes and wills the darkness to come
    she longs for the end of a race she never could run
    so when you find her, please don't feel bitter
    she tried to relieve it other ways, but it just wasn't within her.
    hear my name
    take a good look
    this could be the day
    hold my hand
    lie beside me
    i just need to say
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    moreandmore wrote:
    these are all wonderful... cate & reefer & fins

    thanks gue :) (the holy blot clot thing made me laugh!)


    Oh, I wasn't being serious with mine. ;) I like yours, though.
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    Oh, I wasn't being serious with mine. ;) I like yours, though.

    danke!


    yours cracked me up! :D:D:D:D
  • moreandmoremoreandmore Posts: 164
    I used to run with a couple of real monsters.
    Oh, they looked like regular people, ate and
    shat, sneezed and spat, held up their books
    they read through their glasses. But in their
    souls lie an indescriminant want to crack
    open a skull or sternum, get right down there
    good inside 'em... wiggle into fibre, mesh
    to be made whole in pumping flesh. (When we
    sleep, their skins go red as if the skin itself had fled
    to some far off and fearful place where fleshless skin
    dances in place). They all faint at the sight of blood.
    Say the stuff's uncomfortable. Uncomfortable
    because it's real? And proof of one's mortality?
    Salt the sword and make it rust.
    Our lives combust!
    Our lives combust.
  • JamalJamal Posts: 2,115
    Tears of blood flow
    through love-cut wounds
    leaving a bitter taste
    in loved one's mouths
    as they stand around
    helpless, powerless, hopeless

    Red as wine, but not as sweet
    power for a beating heart
    spilled all over past regrets
    painting all who loved it black
    Surf little waves big... Charge big waves hard

    - Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
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