Nonsense Poems

[Doraemon]

The parade in flowing like the saliva in your brain.
The banners and bellwears like something you’ve seen before in heaven again.
Something that’s different from other things generally seen as sane.
There’s a man dressed as a lion and he’s juggling fire for fire for no reason,
And look there went your love and hate rolling past on liquid roller skates.
There’s the beat of the banshee because he’s a part-time DJ,
Hese playing pick-a-piccolo with the sockets of your eyes.

The hairs are yanked out by the tuna riding pearback,
And right then you regurgitate the living things you ate to
Apologise, your words fly like a thousand floating butterflies,
Who’s duty is to pin the news on the illuminated billboard blue.

[imjustaguy]

Doraemon, "your words fly like a thousand floating butterflies."



Rhyming

I can not rhyme
all of the time
but in my prime
I almost could

I do my best
and with some rest
Sometimes I'm blessed
with matching prose

If I should fail
do not assail
in great detail
my shortcomings

Instead just say
"Hey, dude, yeah. Nice try."

[imjustaguy]

What color went that smell?
How sensitive can it go?
Where it does does it?
It's calling me a liar.

[Doraemon]

What color went that smell?
How sensitive can it go?
Where it does does it?
It's calling me a liar.

Woah, thats heavy, man. Heavy but it floats like a feather. I pass on my honourary beatnik bongos to you.

[imjustaguy]

That's great, I just took bongo classes.

The Girl I Never Knew

I loved her, she was a shadow
I loved her and she became my smile
She was bright with beauty

I lost myself in my fictions
My heart divided
My mind lost

[Doraemon]

:cry:

[imjustaguy]

poem a la creepy lisp

evil shmevil
shhhoul upheaval
brave the foresshht through the tempesshhht beneath the mountainssshh
in yoooooooour mind
and you will find
that there'sh nothing to fear
but the evil shmevilssshhh

they are DE-vilish, honey rump, yeesssssssshhhh....

[Benj]

poem a la creepy lisp

evil shmevil
shhhoul upheaval
brave the foresshht through the tempesshhht beneath the mountainssshh
in yoooooooour mind
and you will find
that there'sh nothing to fear
but the evil shmevilssshhh

they are DE-vilish, honey rump, yeesssssssshhhh....

:shock:

Holy crap.  That poem is, indeed, creepy.

Benj

[Derwood Bowen]

poem a la creepy lisp

evil shmevil
shhhoul upheaval
brave the foresshht through the tempesshhht beneath the mountainssshh
in yoooooooour mind
and you will find
that there'sh nothing to fear
but the evil shmevilssshhh

they are DE-vilish, honey rump, yeesssssssshhhh....

:shock:

Holy crap.  That poem is, indeed, creepy.

Benj

I couldn't have said it better myself.

[imjustaguy]

Civil Disobedience

Oops I loved it too much when I fell down
My knees are scrap'd beyond recognition -frown-
But sire I obey only my own biddings, a clown
I am surely.  Forgive this your humblest in town,
Me.  For when you say stand, I say nay, I drown
in the presence of acknowledged authority, no brown
dirt will touch me when you say "Kneel".  It's well known.

[imjustaguy]

Canada.. dudes why.

Canada, Canada
why hast thou forsaken me?
I love maple syrup on french toast.
Why can't we all just forget about hockey
and think about baseball instead?
Is the snow not free to fall in Minnesota too?
If Sasquatch crushes us, do we not both bleed red?
Let's just do this, trade BC for respect.
No offense, it's just that piggy backs are so tiring.
"Monkeys!  Monkeys on mee back!"
God bless the French speaking freaks in Quebec.
I love you, kiss me.  Uh, gross, where'd you learn that.
Oh.... France.

[imjustaguy]

great
          rumble

i hear it
                    in a lions corpse
in my nightmares

i smell the flesh

boiled and beaten

                 saving me from everything

[imjustaguy]

Comfortably Smug

If everything was squishy, then everyone would be
happy.

I know my logic is not flawed in this.

It is common sense.

If you don't believe me, ask me, and I will tell you it's true.

Who isn't fond of squishy things?

They're pretty frickin' incredible.

[imjustaguy]

Cold Hot Yes and Shutup

If I can't find something
and you really don't want me to find it
then when I asked you where it was and you said
Cold, colder, warm warmer Hot
And then nothing was there
I ask myself one thing
Why am I talking to a parrot?
Yes and Shutup.

[Benj]

An egg is but an egg until you beat it.
An egg is but an egg until you eat it.
An egg is but an egg until you sheet it.

Egg out.