Poems by PastaNazi

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  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    shoot, i'm wondering, and maybe fins/cass/dyao/phish could help me out on this...

    but WHAT the heck is with LOVE that sends poetry to the orchard???

    apples AND oranges???


    please... I think the topic warrants some discussion :)
  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    OR BANANAS!!!

    ie.

    Swallowed

    Look so perfect
    I remove your covering
    Naked for all to see
    Hold you in my hand
    Even more enticing
    Lick my lips with anticipation
    Open my mouth
    Take you in
    So smooth on my tongue
    A mouth full of sweet, sticky goodness
    I swallow you down
    Bit by bit
    Inch by inch
    Until you are completely consumed




    And then throw away the peel

    :p

    Shameless, I am, just shameless! :D

    And yes, fins/cass/dyao/phish do need to expose their brilliant and lovely minds for discussion on this topic, I SO agree! :)
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    i like how when you squish a banana in the peel really hard, it oozes out all mashed from the splits in the seams...feels nice in the hand


    :D:D:D:D:D
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    It ain't the fruit. It's the colour. Oh. Unless you're writing about apples. Then it's the fruit.

    ;)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    hmmm.... the color, yes... love I think is most definitely within the orange spectrum of things... apples, though... maybe it's just the sound of the word?
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    forever rolling re-absorbed
    in spongy iris flower beds
    salt logged, non-osmotic, bent
    the phase change constant
    creaking washed
    showered
    clean
    and stand alone

    in what mote
    may I now swim
    (perhaps i should but dig my own?)
    nowhere in my trite repose
    a literal and gaping whole
    a dried up late spring waterhole

    i smite my Siamese dream
    as hard and as fast as it smites me
    because today
    it’s all it is
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    don't you shiver
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    external ganglia splayed and sprayed about the universe in every fucking direction except home (WHERE I LIVE!). quite sad, really, when i think about how many exposures it takes to catch a man picking his nose, checking it out, then deciding it'd be better between his teeth than wiped on his pantleg. mmmmm, salty. like tiny escargot that don't cost a mother-fucking dime.

    but, i digress...
    forgive?

    external ganglia frayed, praying for a quelude, anything, some thing to start the reel reeling in the right direction (where I live)....
    ever notice how much a fish brain remembers? quite sad, really, when i think about how many exposures to fake presentations they endure... the scents designed to elicit a strike so some jerkwad with clean pants can feel like a man.

    but, i digress...
    again
    interesting?

    externally ganglial umbili-cords ignored, cautered,
    fall off and rot in the noon-day sun

    a kiss goodbye to my deprived
    a kiss goodbye to my deprived
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    makes for a good day
    counting the ways
    this quiet love shines
    while my dinner-bell judgment
    sulks in a corner somewhere
    with nothing to do
    nothing to react to

    i can sit
    in peace
    and smile


    "so... this is what it's like to be an adult?"

    i wont throw myself from a cliff, declaring
    I LOVE!!! YA-HOOOOOOOOOOOU!!!

    when i can snuggle up
    in your ethereal lap
    my ethereal nose
    scents your down-nestled calm


    be at peace
    this day my love
    continued grace
    rise above
  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    "be at peace
    this day my love
    continued grace
    rise above"



    i am humming this softly as a prayer
    *a flower for you*
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    :D

    if i keep kissing on you, coleen, the boys are going start lookin' :)


    so what?


    kisses to you :)
    in spite of
    and in front of
    all of 'em :D
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    May, 2003

    We Think Not

    Suppose Heaven is Void.
    A black, swirling anti-matter.
    Synapses loose, souls not even bouncing.

    Suppose Heaven is space,
    and that space is too great,
    too wide, no, too roomy to encounter God.

    Would we, in all our thought-processed souls, embrace that existence entirely whole?
    Would sometimes we scream for the flesh-gravity that held us so tightly to our little lives?
    Where in between humming a John Denver song, elbow deep in dish soap clouds,
    we watched salt-free tears hit the streets of our dreams.

    We think not.

    Now suppose that Heaven’s the Promise.
    The Promise beat down on the Rock of the Ages,
    thumped down upon the Good Book's thin pages
    and filling the minds of mild wild-eyed Christians?
    Suppose, if you must, that Heaven’s been told, in total.
    That Man’s greed-colored glasses left out no bold detail.
    The streets of gold, the gossamer wings,
    the manna to each little black sinner’s dreams.

    In all of these quaint suppositions, now I
    should hope that my entry to Heaven’s more like
    a quick digital pulse of the passion to head
    my arms splayed,
    with little bright stars in each hand
    my eyes opened now,
    and absorbing the glory
    of everything God’s ever given to Man.

    And then, hush now, in the following calm,
    a blush and a breeze on my left ear soft whispers

    every tear
    you never cried
    saved someone's life.
  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    is there anything you can't write about? i think your soul is too roomy to see all there is to you. you are an inspiration.

    btw, i'm not saying that just for the hugs and kisses - though they are always appreciated. :D

    hugs to you.
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    Pasta is our reigning poet in chief at the moment, closely followed by Yellow.

    ;)
  • coleen
    coleen Posts: 938
    fins don't ask me to choose favorites, i think my tiny brain would explode. :D
  • Yellow
    Yellow Posts: 699
    ummmm....




    pasta sucks compared to me!

    :D
    It's all yellow.


  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    goddamned goof ball....






    k


    no, seriously - gracias mi amigos, muchas gracias :)
  • DopeBeastie
    DopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    Originally posted by coleen
    is there anything you can't write about? i think your soul is too roomy to see all there is to you. you are an inspiration.

    btw, i'm not saying that just for the hugs and kisses - though they are always appreciated. :D

    hugs to you.


    there are, in fact, SOME things I can't write about, LOL...

    i wrote a poem about it, wanna see? :D:D:D:D

    gawd, i'm a dork, yeah? x number of votes from me say "hell yeah you are!!!" , or... I am... or


    aaahhhhh fuggit...


    HUGS
  • FinsburyParkCarrots
    FinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    You the bestest, PastaNazi,
    bestest bestest bestest.

    :D:D:D
  • bambi girl
    bambi girl Posts: 406
    damn you pastanazi....i have alot of reading to catch up with you! hehe....



    *reads for hours apon hours....*

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