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Shamlet

Posted: June 26th, 2007, 8:21 pm
by mousey1
Shamlet - Act four, mention five, over the limit, section live.

I am sham
forsook I took a look at yon inner workings
bereft fallen asunder face lodged in books of wonder
I cannot read.
The words fall ashen upon the ground
smite simplicity's trends how trite
serendipity mends the fence of low detest
my self so self-engaging grinding gears
through years of penniless confusions
cents less clamber up the wall to gander round about
and see if all the useless days of trodden pacing rage
run semi circles in my brain
don't measure up. The sham who cares not for the higher things
now stands and looks about for one out in the crowd
the egoist who knows the value of his time.
I mention my deceit upon the page to wrap the fish and fries
that taste of foods disguise so peppery.
The sham disgrace who foils her own good luck in recompense
for wanting all slips silently away.
Her own demise
a waft of blue and gray
and flowers floating on the sea
awash in tears ebb out beyond the tide
unseen.
Watery grave cries out
though no one hears.
A silent spout
a winsome sound of whale song lethargy.

Posted: June 26th, 2007, 11:07 pm
by mtmynd
so many good lines in this, mousey-one... i can't stand it! :lol:

you maka me smile, good woman, and for that i thank you.

thank you!


like:

(("serendipity mends the fence of low detest"))

(("I mention my deceit upon the page to wrap the fish and fries
that taste of foods disguise(d?) so peppery."
))

(("A silent spout
a winsome sound of whale song lethargy."
))

...and the whole thing actually. rhebus, rhebus

Posted: June 28th, 2007, 7:07 am
by jimboloco
to pee or not to pee
that is the question
whether tis nobler not to piss
and to suffer the pangs of fate
or to flee and pee
in the midst of a dinner date
with a sultry poetiss
who counts the seconds apart
and calculates the void
times twenty
measured micturation in millimeters
sphincters and peters
not in inches
like a worm
and ruefully awaits my return
and asks hath i filled the urn
and washeth my hands
as tho she yearned for my return
and yet i know
she feeleth scorned
for i hath fled
to give my bladder decompression.