poetry

[LordNoob]

I am at the end of the earth, looking down,
Where the sky bends down to meet me
And the earth stands to kiss the heavens.

 

[krunchykrome]

Some haikus:

Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.

The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao-until
You bring fresh toner.

Program aborting:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.

 

[kranky]

I'm recycling this with minor edits from a couple years ago from the rap challenge thread.

Yo, I'm cruising on the eight
Running late, tempting fate... that's great.
Ol' biddy giving me a migraine in the fast lane
Hey lady, better slide
I'm coming up on your side
Move that Corolla ova before I roll ya

Wal-Mart only two more clicks
Check the list: diapers, milk and a Schick
The b**** gotta shave her pits
It's making me sick

That's right, I'm white
I walk with my buttocks extremely tight
My buttondown collar is quite a sight
Doing my shopping at night.

Checkout line dragging, cashier ragging
Stamina flagging, I hate shopping stag and
I'm missing the playoffs
Wish them biddies would stay off
The eight when I want to watch golf. (Swing it!)

That's right, I'm white
I walk with my buttocks extremely tight
My neatly combed hair don't cause no fright
Doing my shopping at night.

Hit the garage, big barrage of
"What'd you bring me?", kids yelling.
"NOTHING!" (oh, Dad...)
Butt on the couch, in mah home dwelling
All is well and gas expelling
My rap is best-selling
An' whitey friends ain't rebelling

That's life in the burbs, yo.

 

[Vegitto]

It's not really poetry, but I'd like some comments on it, anyway:

There he lay, beaten, but not broken. Unbroken, unbreakable. His spirit could not be crushed, and they knew it. He looked up, heaving, gasping for air, every gulp expanding his lungs and his will to live exponentially: ?I won't stand down," he said. "I won't. Not while vile men still draw breath. Not while children are born into war, famine, disease. No longer."

And he rose up, and spoke onto them: ?You who wish to be exalted, you shall look upon to me, for I am the exalted. And I, in return, shall look down on you, for you are unenlightened, and not worthy." The whole place seemed to light up, and they felt lightness in their hearts. At first. Fabricated memories of fabricated realities, where such vile acts did not exist, weren't necessary, weren't needed. Then the darkness came, slowly seeped in, filling every single gap their souls had. And they suffered. And burned. And cried. And after he saw that they had truly repented, he set them free unto this world, to exalt other men from the horrible ideas they once had.

"But before you go," he said, "I will give you names, first." And he descended and laid his hand upon the first, and spoke: ?You shall be known as Conquest, and you shall divide men, drive them apart in times where they should stick together, so that later they will see what they should have done." The figure slowly rose, accepted his new name and task and left after conjuring his horse, to fill his requirements to the world.

And the exalted spoke again, this time addressing the second. "You shall be known as War, and you will set up men against each other, and play them, so that they will fight. So that later, they will see the foolishness of their ways and will not repeat their mistakes." The second figure bowed ever so slightly, got on the horse he came on and set out to the setting sun to fulfill his task given to him by his new master.

The enlightened didn't speak for a longer time, but finally addressed the third: ?You shall be named Famine, and you shall divide men where they have not been divided yet. You shall play out friends and family against each other, and make them mistrust even themselves. Make them shed their humanity, as you have done, make them feast on their own flesh and blood in a desperate attempt at survival. Make them shed their humanity and show their true selves, so that they too can stand before me like you have." The third spoke no word, turned around and walked away, slowly rising up to a sitting position with a horse underneath him, sickly and pale, as if he had always been there.

And the lone rider saw the sun rise, and hurried to where the second had gone before. A day passed. Two. The fourth still did not speak, but patiently waited until his new master gave him orders. Lastly, he who proved that he could not be broken spoke to the last Horseman, and said: ?I will name you Death, and you will finish this task. You will tend to those who have been cruel, tough or smart enough to still live, and end them as well, so that they too can stand before me and reach enlightenment. Kill quickly, swiftly, but thoroughly, as if they were never there."

And the last Horseman looked up with blissful tears in his eyes, rose and climbed on his horse, only to ride towards the last sunset.

 

[Vegitto]

Damn, I seem to kill every thread I post in..