sman Posted August 24, 2011 Report Share Posted August 24, 2011 They read-a Derrida's red merri-go-round -For poetry, prose, plain speech or just sound -Derive deconstructed advice, were it sound,To arrive where they started and put the book down. Turtle and JMJones0424 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted September 15, 2011 Author Report Share Posted September 15, 2011 textcontextcontext text contexttexttextcontext:Glasses::Glasses: JMJones0424 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted December 23, 2011 Author Report Share Posted December 23, 2011 the spammers and dullards and haters abound,they crowd out the sun from the sky and the ground,no brightness is seen from horizon around,while the warm and the smug say on this we have frowned.:Glasses: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted January 16, 2012 Author Report Share Posted January 16, 2012 whon windy woth way,sond singy soth say,elns eidgy teth hay,fhon fendy foth fay. :Glasses: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 10, 2012 Report Share Posted April 10, 2012 Done cloud clout brings badgering backlashthine eyes venture upwards towards true blueturned to black when the allusions have passedoh **** I just got hit by a car. Turtle 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 10, 2012 Report Share Posted April 10, 2012 the metallurgist waitsstooped like a falling shrub on his artist's chaira man sold me a gunand said this town just a'int the same no more Turtle 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 10, 2012 Report Share Posted April 10, 2012 this staircase is breathing!maybe I can become myself an aerialistto tip-top alone this waiving linebut I certainly will never look at stairs the same way again. Turtle 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted April 10, 2012 Author Report Share Posted April 10, 2012 azure jewler's magazine,muzzled bore too bent to clean,auric prospects set to glean,poets' musings gladly seen.:Glasses: Tarantism 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 10, 2012 Report Share Posted April 10, 2012 curio grasped me from a sigand now doors open not previously seencreativity is such a touchy thingperhaps I will smash my head on these halls Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted April 10, 2012 Author Report Share Posted April 10, 2012 should have grokked the curio pome,a'for i wrote a note from home.d'oh is all i can now plead,but in the ground is now the seed.:Glasses: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 13, 2012 Report Share Posted April 13, 2012 rampent negativity in the streetsand camels burping on bended kneesrunning honeycomb water in the streamsand a burp of proper nouns to ease the tension Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted April 13, 2012 Author Report Share Posted April 13, 2012 a storm upon the dusk arose,its thunder not yet heard,but lightning lit the warning nigh,and silenced every bird.:Glasses: sman 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 13, 2012 Report Share Posted April 13, 2012 we are the unending reverberations of "is"everything has become an acoustic instrumentand now we play in life/time at 120/70 bpmnorth points the guitar as it rises from frozen ground Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 13, 2012 Report Share Posted April 13, 2012 was looking through the old poems of any length threadman I used to be a terrible speller, it's rather embarrassing to look back on it actuallylucky for me I have the presence of mind of glean what I can over time and store it all in my travel log that I call a mind. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 15, 2012 Report Share Posted April 15, 2012 blinded by maiming eyesthoughts shoot daggers as I take a stroll to the convenance storequite frankly I get very tired of constantly needing to send transmissionsso screw it, I am walking downhill anyways, so you should be able to see it in my stride Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Turtle Posted April 15, 2012 Author Report Share Posted April 15, 2012 (edited) a quatrain a daykeeps boredom a'bay,and who flangedthat damn dagger in mye i!? Edited April 15, 2012 by Turtle Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarantism Posted April 16, 2012 Report Share Posted April 16, 2012 quibble magnetic strips from the gorgetinker with river floor stones of emeraldclay made from the mouthpearls made from the sea. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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