Winter grey dark seed
ash smoke robin spring
summer heart pain tear
lighthouse sea need tree.
Under cover sky breath
autumn mother dirt sleeve
wept current moon ring
year noon star sing
fish fowl sister hook
safe father camera wise
desert omen funny sad
river dawn train lies
bridge dog fire sleep
cover food bird tooth
pole cat outer wear
thumb nail cage booth.
Solar rubber soul gas
flying butter heart burn
plumber crack taped mouth
listen to the world turn.
Author notes
Written January 2nd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- A CHALLENGE!!!!! by artisticxpoetry.
518 points, ended December 29, 2005, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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awwwwwwwwwww this was sadish...i liked it, thankz for following the rules and all..lotz of lovez and lotz of luckz to you
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Every picture of clementine hunter has a twisted suppressed smile... Like she was thinkin "I wonder when all these white folk gonna figure out ah caint paint?"
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It means don't hitchike on the outside of a phone booth if you haven't had a manicure in a while, dig it?
Edited on Dec 24, 2:55 p.m. because ''. -
Hehe, why do I have the song and tune to "we didn't start the fire" when I read this? This seems similar with a very similar topic only with a completely negative connotation. I like it a lot. I don't get all of the lines but I get most of them.
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The picture was touching, but to me the poem didnt make much sense after the first couple of lines, "thumb nail cage booth." what does that mean?
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Lol, dude, that was a mind numbing bespackling application
of jesus creased I must concede and take my son to karate practice. -
over all, our lord he sings
bobbing for fried chicken wings
our friend saddam has been released
further proof that jesus creased -
did you read it??? hehehe. i am certainly dqed.. but it is positive, to me at least. ummmm. why do i feel like vinny barbarino talking to mr kotter, while writing these comment/snippets?
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Ah timmy timma timma timmy
jimmy jimma jimma jimmy
sigourney weaver evil sleavy
Fucked her while we played parcheezy. -
Sir, I pray you kept to the RULES of this here engagement,
MEANING, positive poems only, about the Fatherland. Heil! -
saddle bags nipple clamp
flag waves hands cramp
septal deviation blows
pork it with a garden hose -
Fraggle red tunnel wart
pop porn weasle tort
jostle lumpy goin sturn
I wonder why my cock byrns? -
long train daddy gone
mommy tunnel salad cream
brown baby dump turtle
lunar eclipse, cousin myrtle -
hey!!!! this poem really confused me!!!! sorry its probally because i have a simple mind but it confuseded me alot!!! well good luck and thanks for entering my contest!!!!!!!!!
bobby
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I cried writing it, and when I read it with the picture? I cried harder. lol.
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feel like something the picture and the words.both little babies once. worlds apart. love the way you did this one.durty.it was like children bridge dog fire sleep...learning to talk...and then to grow up and be absolute bastards or victims somehow. anyway thats what i got from it.it reads like punching as well.
Edited on Jan 02, 7:41 p.m. because ''. -
Yeah intersting use of metaphor and quite the evocative piece- with the addition of the picture this was quite the grabber.
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Very metaphoric poem... PLUTONIUM is lethal to use... thanx for sharing...
mina
Edited on Jan 02, 4:59 p.m. because 'spell'.
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