Title: Instant Poetry Post by: Oliver on October 21, 2012, 01:22:11 pm Zark! Lambada! Esimtba! Jark!
Let's go dancing in the park! Yoose, moose, toose, roose, Let's go out and cook a goose! 'u' Title: The Youngst Maiden of Kent Post by: Oliver on October 22, 2012, 11:20:23 pm The Young Maiden of Kent.
Doth vistas gerfookle kindenstones? Hark, I hear knot the carbonzias of normuth, Prey thee, the Hurble-de-loon of montecaly. How darth the gawps of lornedness, Traverse the catacomb of WOO-WOO?! Then, fluabo ze foyroar! Tis' done and I shan't Turrgeress no 'mo. Burma Shave a Title: For Gerned Post by: Oliver on October 24, 2012, 01:30:49 am In a remarkable thrust of
Grime and passion, beyond The portable stalls of Gerbawnk Lies a vast and airy castle of Leichen, so mourmered and squizzly And Flawnk Thus comes the north glimpse of Many old wimps, who traverse the Silly old Slocks While away in the tarpels, they play with Their carples, without chaining grease To their locks. g Title: "The Fowl of Fowler IN" Post by: Oliver on October 24, 2012, 01:37:08 pm The bird The bird flew Are you A bird, too? I can knot climb the mountains of birds' nests Until I clean my attic. Are you an attic? Let us traipse to the wink of the Owl's stare, as the hare zips along with nary a care, mon fraire. d Title: Ode To Jershu Post by: Oliver on October 25, 2012, 05:42:08 pm Ta re, ta ra. I'm larky.
Ar at, er at. You're barky. Goo boo, zu lu. The goose honks. Lu uz, oob oog. The bad bouncer bonks. Sofa queen, sofa king. That's the *thing* to do. Gink afos, neeuq afos. May your ghost go "boo". ja Title: 2: "Delusion"/"Excuses" Post by: Oliver on October 26, 2012, 02:04:30 pm "Excuses"
After the gentle rain, the sun shown warmly On the lilacs in the Valley of Saller. When the snows came, however gently, the sun shown ever so Briskly, to chastise the tenaments of drendil. Such sadness, to hold the sun accountable for such contempt. Let us raise our voices to the sky and ask ol' sol, 'why, oh why?' IS this, CAN this, oh, SHOULD this be the plea from the sun? That the injustice thus cast was the result of a faulty thermostat? "Delusion" I think there lies beyond the sky, a hat, a coat and a polka-dot tie. And if you find this place, (a lie) I ask you knot to tell me why. ji Title: "Id" B.W. Oliver Post by: Oliver on October 27, 2012, 02:22:16 pm "Id"-B.W. Oliver
I say, dance the taciturn drew walk, Hoist the yardarm to the feet of Stalone! We never quiver from the wrath of Tally-hoes, For shalt not thou shiver the slings of pointed sticks!? Hark? Does thy battery of thou's Zest cleanse the Rankles of Ruther? Nay, it shall never be quoted that the head of silver Zealots do resonate beyond the abstracts of Ba-doan. jf Title: "The Shoe"-- B.W. Oliver Post by: Oliver on October 28, 2012, 03:52:43 pm The Shoe the Shoe the Shoe the Shoe!
A fly, a fly, a fly, a fly, No zone, no zone, no zone, no zone. Twilight, oh twilight, oh twilight, oh twilight. Time, time, time, time, On My Hands, On My Hand, On My Hands, On My metatarsal, I Didn't like. Have you metatarsal you didn't like? je Title: Re: Instant Poetry Post by: Oliver on November 06, 2012, 11:39:39 am "Deep, Like, Man" by Muffet Mayheim
Tis foolish to wander Past the Holly Hocks Without stopping to Peer out over the docks Where clocks and locks and dirty socks All have contracted Chicken pox. IJ Title: The Hill In the Valley (of despair) Post by: Oliver on November 10, 2012, 12:51:54 am The Hill in the Valley
Oh, have you ever walked to the Hill in the Valley, Not of Rudy, Not of Hooty, And not of Rock? But the Hill in the Valley Whose maiden was Hally and her twin, buxom Sally along with their lover Doc. As I ponder the Hill in the Valley, With eyelids heavy as weights, I dream of the Valley in the Hill and of and various and sundry tectonic plates. 'y' ic Title: Re: Instant Poetry Post by: Oliver on November 14, 2012, 10:05:58 am "Ah, the Sweet Mystery of Rugby" by Olef Oggleman Tell me where to journey to see the lovely holly hocks on the moors, where the young girl shares her love only with the beauty and solitude of nature. For in the more mundane parts of life, there is a postcard, a pretty picture postcard, that has been sent to her, but it has 20-cents due. gj |