Poems by PastaNazi

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  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    for those of you who don't know...

    I am Yellow
    and I am TenaciousA, too



    goodness!!!

    i'm making a list now and checking it twice. ;)

    don't stay away too long, please.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    You relax and have fun, my friend. Be the one who ran away from the circus. Enjoy the break.

    :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    coleen, a shoe fetish gets expensive, no??? ;) YOU must promise to send me your stuff, k? :D


    and i will, dear cheesebury... you know I wont be "far" :)
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    Yes, but I suppose I'll be seeing all three of you very shortly... oh she of the multitasked poet personalities.

    indeed indeed.

    I think you could do with a break from my work in particular. LOL

    HOW many pages was it?

    Sigh...

    but even i of the infrequent visits shall miss you dearly.

    setamarc
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    (deal with it)

    Viscosity

    It only takes a couple of hundred years for glass to get hips.
    Reset the hook and flip the frame.
    In the same vein, time might return
    its terms in thickness,
    but still, everything will change.
    Flame tempered and blown.
    Our own reflections question
    what other people always see.
    So much the shame and blessing.
    We wrap our own arms
    around our own selves
    enough but
    can’t feel a passing through
    an existence of love
    within and between
    the valves.
    Metaphysically
    we can imagine it.
    But there is nothing
    like being held.
    We are too used.
    Too our own smell.





    :D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    When you've got a beard, it doesn't matter how many times you shampoo it...It always smells as if there's a dog about the place...

    :D:D:D
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    hmmmm


    i believe the pasta nazi should abstain from comment as she'd only get props for the assist


    being??? get yer ass in here! :D
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    hmmmm


    i believe the pasta nazi should abstain from comment as she'd only get props for the assist


    being??? get yer ass in here!

    ( l ) - It's in here!!!!! (Butt only briefly. Lotsa worky, worky :( )

    There is "nothing like being held"--mmm, mmm, feels soooo good, my little pasta loathing friend!!!!

    Fins man!!!! WTF are you doing to your poor mutt????? :D

    OR

    Have you finally learned a new position???? :p;):D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    SCORE!



    :D
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    it's all up in the house like paint
    wheelchair light
    assisted sheets
    paint
    trip
    fall
    understanding all
    floats silently
    away
    away and toward
    while we sleep on
    smells atop sheets that we wont wash
    because scent comforts primitive
    scent proves someone loves me
    and i might add that
    while i hide
    sometimes in closets
    sometimes uncertain kingdom comes
    kingdom comes anyway

    and we arrive at slightly different moments under microscopes built by Forever
    still
    at exactly
    and precisely
    the same place
    the same space on a checker board where we are kinged or
    we are conquered
    black or red
    understanding all floats away and toward

    we come
    kinged
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    light
    floats
    toward
    primitive
    loves
    uncertain
    under Forever
    we come

    Melikey! King me, baby! ;):D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • setaside2
    setaside2 Posts: 1,084
    and there it is.

    wow.

    for real.

    sky blue indeed.

    powder blue perhaps.

    royal blue kinged.

    mmhmm.
    I'm stepping in front of the gushing hydrant in a hurricane. I'd like to see the traction I keep.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    (so... i'm doing competetive performace poetry in 13 days... i have to memorize three 3-minute pieces and get the whole visual expression together.... it's really exciting for me... really... very... your input, anything... would be most helpful, I think... so please, tell me if you have any ideas or criticisms.... thanks.... Here's the first, i wrote it maybe two weeks ago: )

    EUREKA!!!!

    I am a mountain climber.

    I mean,
    I know I’m short and double wide
    like a truck needing escort

    But it’s true!

    ***I***

    am a mountain climber.

    I climb Giants…
    the kind that used to plague my dreams?
    the kind that used to scare me shitless until I grew double wide
    like a truck needing escort?

    You see?
    I start at the base
    A gentle low slope
    my feet unsteady on the moving pit of a boastful throat
    test my ropes
    AND
    check the beeners

    Peel the Tee and Heavy Cotton Jeans and toss ‘em in the back of my S.U.V. so it’s just me and my two thick skins…
    Chalk my hands and set my eye on the breathing horizon of his lips and begin…

    It starts out such the easiest trail, well worn
    by those who’d been here before
    And it’s WARM down here???
    The sun all ablaze on the sand of this
    his soft cinnamon skin.


    And well? After a bit? I stop and eat an apple.

    Oh, It feels so Wholesome,
    wholesome and whole,
    some
    of
    it in my mouth...

    My stomach starts grumbling
    and...
    I’m off again.

    The trail gets steeper, deeper still but I set my feet and keep on keeping
    up
    this
    hill

    I reach the last flat. I uncurl my ropes
    Tug on the knots that bind it to my hope,
    it’s a four-pronged steel keeper and…
    I’m...
    sure it’ll hold.

    The circles spin so tight at first until momentum takes gain and this thick rope slips feet through my hand

    a heave
    a ho
    and I let go

    My four-pronged steel hook humps
    up and over his cliffed chin of stone

    pulls purchase on the lower left
    incisor.

    Another couple of tugs, a crack, a crumble, and I am showered in rope and failing granite…

    but I ain’t scared….

    Switch right and circles tight and opening again
    it’s the same old thing

    a heave
    a ho
    and I let go
    and catch the right edge tight and…
    I’m pretty sure It’ll hold.


    Alright, yeah, so… okay
    I’ve done this before
    some 3, 4, 5, 6 months ago?
    After which I swore I’d NEVER climb alone.

    Once I start climbing this vertiginous slide
    I laugh to myself because I realize
    That I mightn’t’ve needed these ropes now at all
    A machete’ perhaps, such a brush covered wall
    and find myself up
    and over
    in no time
    so much preparation for such a short climb.

    Within moments, mere moments
    My hand on my hip
    and my feet on his lips
    and my eyes toward the pit
    of a HUGE (muttha fukkin) volcano
    a deep breath…. HELLLLLL-OHHHH

    and another…. HELLLLL-OHHHH?

    By golly,
    he ain’t answering…
    no
    wait
    what was that?
    What Was THAT???

    A grin split my face
    and I set to make haste
    to unfiddle the latches my harness abate
    strip the last layer off of my two foot thick skin
    and I call out EUREKA!!
    And

    I

    jump

    in.



    ~thanks for reading~
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    no? well that's okay
    i wasn't talking anyway

    i wasn't talking anyway
    except to say

    except to say that i did love you

    i know i did, i remember baking cookies and noting which shoes looked good on you

    i remember walking through isles upon isles of men's shirts and telling saleswomen what fantastic legs you had...

    so give me the shorter shorts

    i remember holding your head to my chest and making my heart beat louder so you would feel me feeling your pain

    i remember trying

    i remember trying to hoist one hundred and ninety pounds and carry you to bed so you wouldn't feel left out
    and hooking my hand into the bend of your elbow as we walked through town...






    dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt dhnt.... so.... is this thing on?
    no? well that's okay.
    i wasn't talking anyway.

    i wasn't talking anyway
    except to say

    except to say that i did love you.

    i remember crying under crosses for you to save me
    and for you to let me save you (kcufer)

    i remember when all words flew like wine from our lips, our fingertips sore with all the click, click, click, click.

    i remember the face i thought you were making
    and the way i thought you sat on your couch
    and the way we'd always speak in metaphors
    taking special note of all the cosmic bindings between the you and i





    yeah... so...

    dhnt dhnt dhnt....is this thing on?
    no? well, that's okay...
    i wasn't talking anyway
    i wasn't talking anyway
    except to say

    except to say

    i don't believe love goes away,
    for me it doesn't anyway
    and maybe,
    maybe soon someday
    i'll take my mirror to Bombay
    and love it in an alleyway
    our malaise held fast in sway
    and maybe She wont float away
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Kitty stretched out crescently
    Claws distent
    In his intent
    To lay down next to me
    We dream of Mice and Men.

    The slice
    The sun
    The blind lets in
    All too aware
    It shines on them, we
    Twenty-five hits on an echo
    Twenty-five hits touched-toned-pulsed, we
    Twenty-five
    The twenty-third
    The Ides we see complete The Lamb
    And other well bound works he knows
    He knows with slight experience
    Precisely who I am.
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    it's up three pieces...

    and called Eureka :)
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Originally posted by PastaNazi
    (so... i'm doing competetive performace poetry in 13 days... i have to memorize three 3-minute pieces and get the whole visual expression together.... it's really exciting for me... really... very... your input, anything... would be most helpful, I think... so please, tell me if you have any ideas or criticisms.... thanks.... Here's the first, i wrote it maybe two weeks ago: )

    EUREKA!!!!

    I am a mountain climber.

    I mean,
    I know I’m short and double wide
    like a truck needing escort

    But it’s true!

    ***I***

    am a mountain climber.

    I climb Giants…
    the kind that used to plague my dreams?
    the kind that used to scare me shitless until I grew double wide
    like a truck needing escort?

    You see?
    I start at the base
    A gentle low slope
    my feet unsteady on the moving pit of a boastful throat
    test my ropes
    AND
    check the beeners

    Peel the Tee and Heavy Cotton Jeans and toss ‘em in the back of my S.U.V. so it’s just me and my two thick skins…
    Chalk my hands and set my eye on the breathing horizon of his lips and begin…

    It starts out such the easiest trail, well worn
    by those who’d been here before
    And it’s WARM down here???
    The sun all ablaze on the sand of this
    his soft cinnamon skin.


    And well? After a bit? I stop and eat an apple.

    Oh, It feels so Wholesome,
    wholesome and whole,
    some
    of
    it in my mouth...

    My stomach starts grumbling
    and...
    I’m off again.

    The trail gets steeper, deeper still but I set my feet and keep on keeping
    up
    this
    hill

    I reach the last flat. I uncurl my ropes
    Tug on the knots that bind it to my hope,
    it’s a four-pronged steel keeper and…
    I’m...
    sure it’ll hold.

    The circles spin so tight at first until momentum takes gain and this thick rope slips feet through my hand

    a heave
    a ho
    and I let go

    My four-pronged steel hook humps
    up and over his cliffed chin of stone

    pulls purchase on the lower left
    incisor.

    Another couple of tugs, a crack, a crumble, and I am showered in rope and failing granite…

    but I ain’t scared….

    Switch right and circles tight and opening again
    it’s the same old thing

    a heave
    a ho
    and I let go
    and catch the right edge tight and…
    I’m pretty sure It’ll hold.


    Alright, yeah, so… okay
    I’ve done this before
    some 3, 4, 5, 6 months ago?
    After which I swore I’d NEVER climb alone.

    Once I start climbing this vertiginous slide
    I laugh to myself because I realize
    That I mightn’t’ve needed these ropes now at all
    A machete’ perhaps, such a brush covered wall
    and find myself up
    and over
    in no time
    so much preparation for such a short climb.

    Within moments, mere moments
    My hand on my hip
    and my feet on his lips
    and my eyes toward the pit
    of a HUGE (muttha fukkin) volcano
    a deep breath…. HELLLLLL-OHHHH

    and another…. HELLLLL-OHHHH?

    By golly,
    he ain’t answering…
    no
    wait
    what was that?
    What Was THAT???

    A grin split my face
    and I set to make haste
    to unfiddle the latches my harness abate
    strip the last layer off of my two foot thick skin
    and I call out EUREKA!!
    And

    I

    jump

    in.



    ~thanks for reading~

    I did read...I was whistling that incidental music from the part in For a Few Dollars More when Clint Eastwood and Lee Van Cleef are shooting each others' hats up and down the dirt road..great stuff! Great rhythm in the use of space! It'll get a lot interaction when you perform it. Are you going to wrestle this invisible giant onstage? Smuggle in a webcam for us all!

    :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    not quite sure how i'll wrastle 'im down on stage
    probably use the eyes
    some delicate hand motions
    ahhhhh... we'll give 'im a go, no?

    :D


    thanks a bunch, finsbury :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    All hail simplicity in error.
    All hail complexity in pain.
    All hail yourselves upon the mirror
    That you might not all spare the change

    Nothing e’er remains the same
    Except our sweet duplicities
    Our wanting all acceptance granted
    And judgment proud the paths we’ve fleed

    With us, our perfect-ness admonish
    Lay down upon the guillotine
    Now hung upon my true love’s reference
    Lay down the stake upon our claim

    Our claim of righteousness engraved
    On maple boxed in rain tree wood
    That all might gather, touch skin, say
    “Among the women, she was good.”

    ‘Tis good, ‘tis I, now but alas
    a past gone golden fleece, a score
    an Amadeaus eptiaph
    My own life now thee moment’s lore

    First now forgone, it yet consumed
    In passion’s blessing, red wine eye
    Could I remember to forget it
    And we but never need the lye

    The now so slippery touch-tone close
    and steamed and lifted from each pore
    T’was in an ancient moment I
    remembered love, the I, the your

    The I, the your, a cup held singly
    Twisted about in half-bred lock
    A wish upon, to sit upon
    The happy Dais I’ve now in stock
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    later y'all... thanks to all of you for keeping the day to day poetic feed open

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