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Strings of kings and things with wings as beings with springs wear rings
Contributed by
Jellybellyprincess
on
Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:02:49 PM in AEST
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I wish I was one of those cat clocks
with the pendulum tails
and the shifty eyes.
I could just see all the seeds of nightmares
I'll plant. A regular Johnny Appleseed.
The cat-clock-girl.
Sometime I'd like to eat my fist,
just to see what it tastes like.
I was driving down the parkway
When I parked within a driveway
Combustion engine fires pistons
I speak these phrases no one listens
A mouse made plural addressed as mice
Yet house times two cannot be hice
Double squared is multiplied twice
Trouble scared will flee in a trice
Depravity a treasured vice
Concavity a measured slice
Impetuous, refusesd advice
I am out of Dutch Chocolate Torte Cake.
Thus my existence is deadened with one fatal
blow.
I've found that
White is not the presence of white
But the absence of black
Dot Dot Dot
North is south and west is east
Walking dead are living deceased
Up is down and red is blue
For they are them and me is you
Many things I just don't get
Two, similarly opposite?
A spirit that's wildly tame
With one differently the same
Why can't the sky be bright green
Why aren't transparent objects seen
Why can't lush meadows be blue
Why can't facts be proven untrue
During our Easter sunday dinner
at my grandparents house,
my mother pulled me aside
to share a quite fascinating discovery.
Now, just to note, my grandmother
has only a couple marbles left
to her name. If you catch that drift.
And she directs me towards the
refridgerator, whose door is sitting open.
What?
Inside my grandmother's frigidare are:
3 jars of mayonnaise
2 spray cans of Cool Whip
8 different, opened bottles of Parmesean
Cheese
7 bottles of Ranch dressing
and 2 of regular French
And you wonder,
How is this a true story?
Don't wonder--- It's true, I assure.
A sleepless soul, try to survive
I'm still awake, it's ten past five
The birds, they sing; my nerves they drive
The night is gone, watch day arrive
Repose eludes, I lie in bed
Now what else can I do instead
A mantra true runs through my head
"There's time to sleep when I am dead"
Sometimes if you say a word
enough times...
it isn't a word anymore.
Just grunting and moving your lips.
Then I think to myself,
"Self, you should get some sleep
before walking isn't walking anymore
and life isn't life."
We have such skill with our pens
Makes us a hot commodity
With our warped and twisted minds
Our words are used for oddity
A jumbled work chaotic
A scrawling completely random
Take in all these thoughts bizarre
Ramblings of eccentric tandem
Copyright ©
Jellybellyprincess
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2004-06-08 14:02:49]
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Re: Strings of kings and things with wings as beings with springs wear rings
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by kailadragon on
Tuesday, 8th June 2004 @ 02:52:21 PM AEST
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| it makes absolutley no sense, but I understand it perfectly. I love it!!!!!!!!!!! great write and I love the rhyme scheme Keep it up!!!!!!! |
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Re: Strings of kings and things with wings as beings with springs wear rings
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by Jenni_K on
Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 07:58:53 PM AEST
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lol...thanks for the smile this brought..
Jenni |
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Re: Strings of kings and things with wings as beings with springs wear rings
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by frohemiasweetie on
Friday, 9th July 2004 @ 02:28:47 PM AEST
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| I love jumping the gun on stuff, so I am going to say that this is my new favorite poem of all time. I don't know what to type, I love the way that it is written and the words used, everything. I write in a similar fashion, I catch up with order when I feel like it. I hate form, limmericks. Please check out some of my poetry, frohemiasweetie. Much much props from a fellow jellybellyprincess. Queen when you incorporate offspring. Beautiful!!!!!!! |
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