How very inclusive of you
― And the cry rang out all o'er the town / Good Heavens! Tay is down (imago), Monday, 25 April 2016 09:26 (eight years ago) link
I was just trying to bump the damn thread, imago. Why don't you post a poem?
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Monday, 25 April 2016 16:47 (eight years ago) link
I too would like to read more, two out of the last three were excellent. I already submitted two so can't really contribute further, although I did write an extra verse for my last one, after a sunday afternoon in a hunpub and a drunken rewatching of Aguirre: Wrath Of God...
Give the new Star in the skyA new Star on her shirtMight as well give her twoFor all that they're worthNew gold down the riverA new ship in a treeKinski twist to the cameraIt's just you and the monkeys
...but I think I prefer it in the previous form. Up to youse tho really.
― Jonathan Hellion Mumble, Monday, 25 April 2016 20:35 (eight years ago) link
No one likes this poem except me. So I post it here!
Sunny Delight
First I noticed the former GE Capital associate with the fuchsia handgunon his $185 lilac tie. He gave out his business card next to a Danish man twirlinga Turkish woman. A Bank of America employee left out his firm’s name when he said he worksin Risk. We had come together to discover the value in coming togetherwith other curious risk-takers,where we belonged, taking each other seriously. A current associatewith Goldman Sachs Group Inc. rocked violently backand forthsitting in a Bergere- it’s a chair—as he expressed his negative outlook regarding yuan futuresto an unseen counterparty, his eyes fixed somewhere in mid-distance, the object unknownor unstated. On his thigh rested a notepadfrom which I solemnly read the words“Sunny Delight,”a phrase which was underlined, once,then twice—three times-- with the final linehaving been struck almost entirely through the entire ream of paper. The pages came togetherat a point, swollen with ink beneath the D and the e, which together formed a poolof almost perfect aqua marine, contrasting almost perfectly with the light blue of the associate’s eyes There was a-- a swooshing!--as his thighs came together with their natural friction and the friction of the material coming together met the truly open airof the room, the openness of our expressions contrasting perfectly with the black morassof his crossed thighs, the host of faces swimming about his closed thighs, with their portion of heavenclosed to each and every open,expectant face, each and all and alwaysexploring the point where the creases came together at last, impulsively looping and lopingand waiting for more.
― Gatemouth, Tuesday, 26 April 2016 15:52 (eight years ago) link
well some of the line breaks are screwed up, but who could tell
― Gatemouth, Tuesday, 26 April 2016 15:53 (eight years ago) link
nice. starts strong. kind of mires down at the end. but ending strong is always the most difficult trick to pull off.
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Tuesday, 26 April 2016 18:25 (eight years ago) link
I love the ending of that last one! All of that closing and opening and erratic ecstasy...great. Absolutely loved Gatemouth's other one as well, and reading everyone's poems in general. I hope more are to come! Is there a closing date on this or does it span all of 2016?
― propaganda for the American springtime (tangenttangent), Saturday, 30 April 2016 22:35 (eight years ago) link
Gatemouth's definitely my favourites by someone I'm not cohabiting with
― And the cry rang out all o'er the town / Good Heavens! Tay is down (imago), Saturday, 30 April 2016 22:36 (eight years ago) link
I'm going to do one now. As in, start and finish writing one now, while drunk and listening to Coil
GLIDING INTO THE HEXAGON
this forest bulging northerly upward
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visiting the coast for treats we can neverdiversions manned by god and foremen we can't go to the coast, we can't go to the hillswe crunch oat-based galactic helpings on the coach to the cliffs, past the mound thatspace-giants used as a goalpostwhen they played three-a-side kickball in~the hexagon~
our coach got kicked quite hard! oh it's airport not for another ten milesno fuel, why do ducks shun to alightsoon we shall crash back down to~the hexagon~
******
so we won't see the coast then, but maybe the forest? yeah that's cool,full of pellets and god particles. here it comes a really big forest and we're to glide right into it very fasta flaming elongated molotov cocktailfull of dissatisfied holidaymakers~THE HEXAGON~
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boom! bang! fucking bang! oh fuck! we're all deadin ~the hexagon~but there's a giant scar on the hlllside and everybody'sa chalk cerne abbas outlinequite a few trees have been crushedour excursion became something unforgettablethanks god, thanks forementhanks most of all the space-giant who playscentre-half for lower englandand enjoys her hours within
~~~THE HEXAGON~~~
― And the cry rang out all o'er the town / Good Heavens! Tay is down (imago), Saturday, 30 April 2016 23:10 (eight years ago) link
I tried to think of something acerbic and witty to say but I actually just really like it so much. Please write everything like this.
― propaganda for the American springtime (tangenttangent), Saturday, 30 April 2016 23:16 (eight years ago) link
Buy me alcohol
― And the cry rang out all o'er the town / Good Heavens! Tay is down (imago), Saturday, 30 April 2016 23:17 (eight years ago) link
^ good title for your next poem
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Sunday, 1 May 2016 16:47 (eight years ago) link
Rules: Copy and paste your best poems into this thread. In a few weeks we will vote on them.
― Treeship, Monday, March 28, 2016
Probably getting about time to declare a deadline.
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Thursday, 12 May 2016 05:53 (seven years ago) link
bump in the night (or late afternoon in this time zone)
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Saturday, 14 May 2016 00:23 (seven years ago) link
deadline is JUNE 1st
!!!!!!
― Treeship, Wednesday, 18 May 2016 04:48 (seven years ago) link
Feck I thought of a title but forgot it ah well
― Daithi Bowsie (darraghmac), Wednesday, 18 May 2016 05:22 (seven years ago) link
borrow one and 'repurpose' it. 'palimpsest' is always good for another go round.
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Wednesday, 18 May 2016 17:14 (seven years ago) link
That's about the palimpsest idea I ever heard
― Daithi Bowsie (darraghmac), Wednesday, 18 May 2016 17:31 (seven years ago) link
Lines wheezed on a seat, Grand Canal, Dublin
The day dawns with a sense of muscle painPenance of a run ran in the rainIf this the cost to reach the age of ChristI must confess to find it overpriced
This running toward an ever-fixed mark, A timed fool! Bent, sickened, come, pass, come.I admit impediment, I'm set to parkMy racing heart's last race is raced and done
This ageing man wants but a pastry thingWhen one has final flung the final flingTo leave the young to flinging is no wrenchThe only fancy fancied now is french
If truth indeed is beauty, beauty truthIf this be all we know and all we needMy once lithe body lies belying youthI'll pass on passing on, and go to seed
― Daithi Bowsie (darraghmac), Friday, 20 May 2016 00:22 (seven years ago) link
^ high impact exercise
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Friday, 20 May 2016 20:55 (seven years ago) link
the anticipation builds
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Saturday, 28 May 2016 19:46 (seven years ago) link
I'm going to do another one now, like right now, while stuffed with baklava and listening to Toenut
it's ok you don't need to buy me alcoholi've already got crystals full of ichor, stout kegsguarding malted broths beyond compare,cork-stoppered amphoras in the underloft
but on the off-chance you're down that wayit's spoken of an offie with golden tinspacked seven to a ~HEXAGON~ with one at centre, and these tins contain a philtre laced with velvet booze, the very softest alcohol upon which head was laid
if you buy me this alcohol, i'll be - but no, there's no obligation. forget that.no liquor truly might outmatch my hoardfor any practicable purpose. except there's one
of which is whispered little, a wooden gourdin carriage with a stone, whose dipping isessential. it's only sold in one major chain - which one i do not know. finding it is hard,buying it harder still, for what plea is thisbut one whose scorning is a simple matter?
"i did not find your alcohol. but look, i broughtthe 24-year islay. will this do?"it'll have to.
― And the cry rang out all o'er the town / Good Heavens! Tay is down (imago), Wednesday, 1 June 2016 22:34 (seven years ago) link
very talented ppl on this thread. will assemble the poll tomorrow or over the weekend.
― Treeship, Thursday, 2 June 2016 05:26 (seven years ago) link
um hey little extension? if i get it in in like... 30 minutes?
― Mordy, Friday, 3 June 2016 21:01 (seven years ago) link
Granted
― Treeship, Friday, 3 June 2016 21:02 (seven years ago) link
eluviation
oh hey you’re cryingand we’ve only just metmaking this a best performance that oncewe’ve departed will be submittedto a book of records wherenames and dates and figuresoutlive our crumbling bodies
i’ve told you aboutour endless time when minute hands walk backwards andyou’ve told me about frozen chamberswhere flesh is made eternalicy eyes that see visionsof digital carapaces carried onglittered eyelashes of languid electric camels
it is just easier you saidto preserve your corpse for a low monthly rateof just $29.99than prepare your soulbut my hands are already deep in a basin100% pure olive oilto cleanse my sins
nor shall death bragthat in decay it discovered within my white bonesa heart you said i never hadembalm then unsex mebe not proudcaged in a frosted foreverthat you will whisper psalms over my grave
as i am eaten by wormsjust a vigilant statue overlookingwhat is even nowbarely a memoryand an empty blazed desert devoid of lifethat looks back waiting waiting without endto wake you up with softwhispers carried across sand that echoes our poetry
― Mordy, Friday, 3 June 2016 21:16 (seven years ago) link
I had to look up your title. that's one sweet word you've got there, sir.
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Sunday, 5 June 2016 06:09 (seven years ago) link
ty
― Mordy, Sunday, 5 June 2016 13:35 (seven years ago) link
Treesh, since putting the poll together is more or less a straightforward copy-and-paste task, how about I do it for you? You are probably busier than I am.
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Monday, 6 June 2016 23:23 (seven years ago) link
That would be a big help honestly if you don't mind.
― Treeship, Tuesday, 7 June 2016 03:40 (seven years ago) link
I definitely do not mind.. It's almost in the hopper, even as I write this.
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Tuesday, 7 June 2016 03:42 (seven years ago) link
POLL: 2016 ILX Poetry Competition Voting
― a little too mature to be cute (Aimless), Tuesday, 7 June 2016 03:50 (seven years ago) link