Poetry thread

[Leo Gura]

Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck,

screw a kangaroo,

finger bang an orangutan,

support your local zoo.

[Natasha Tori Maru]

1 hour ago, Leo Gura said:

Fuck, fuck, fuck a duck,

screw a kangaroo,

finger bang an orangutan,

support your local zoo.

You have entered a new level of deranged consciousness here...

Give us a haiku  

[amberlight]

 

[Ramasta9]

I Am Awareness, An Alchemist of Love, An Artist of Being. A Spellbreaker. A Destroyer of Illusion. A Creator of Unions. A Quantum Relater. A Cyber Sage of sorts... and An Impersonal Fusion. Whatever Source needs me to be, Eye surrender unto thee, each and every moment I Am a new me. This is my part and this is my play, as a Wanderer, a Wayshower, an Ascension Initiator.. I Pave the way. I merge the worlds and timelines together so we can be natural, spiritual & technologikal masters living in harmony forever. The key is to find the balance point between the all, rather than to choose one or the other of what will rise and what will fall. The Golden Age is upon us, the Grand endeavor, and you will be at peace regardless if its a clear blue sky or a stormy weather. As more and more Awaken to the Truth, we will All realize that our State Of Being, not circumstance, will reveal our Eternal youth. As direct expression of Unconditional Love, This is my Service to you, from within, without, so below and as above 🙏🤍🌍⭐

I wrote this a while ago one early morning, I was, how would you say... IN THE ZONE

[Xonas Pitfall]

T̸o̶n̴u̸t̵s̴ ̷t̴o̶n̶u̷l̵a̶,̴ ̸s̵h̴i̸b̵b̷a̸ ̴d̴r̵a̶t̴,̵
̷T̴o̵u̸n̴ ̸a̵l̶!̸ ̶T̵a̷t̵t̷a̵ ̶b̶r̵i̴n̶n̸o̷ ̶p̴l̷a̶t̵.̸
̷B̴u̴n̶c̸h̵a̸ ̶f̸r̵i̷z̵z̶l̷e̷,̶ ̸f̶l̴i̶p̶p̶o̶ ̷f̴l̸a̶a̵n̷,̶
̵Z̶o̴r̵r̵a̶ ̶k̵r̷i̶n̷,̶ ̶w̵i̶b̵b̸a̶ ̸w̵a̵a̶n̷!̵

̶B̸u̷r̷t̶a̸n̵ ̸d̶u̵n̶a̶,̶ ̴m̵i̷v̸v̷l̴e̸ ̶v̷r̷o̸o̶,̵
̶P̵l̸i̵b̶b̸e̷r̶ ̵d̶u̷b̵s̵,̴ ̵k̸r̵a̶c̴h̴ ̶n̶o̵ ̶s̷h̸o̸o̵.̸
̶S̴k̴r̸a̷n̶a̶ ̷p̵r̸a̴t̴t̸,̴ ̴j̴i̶v̴v̶a̸ ̶j̷o̸o̴n̵,̶
̶Z̶i̴b̴b̴e̸r̸ ̴z̶a̸p̴,̶ ̶w̶h̷i̴r̶r̶a̴l̸ ̶b̵o̴o̶n̸!̸

̵F̶l̴i̸b̵b̶e̷r̷ ̷f̸o̸o̸n̷,̶ ̵s̵k̶r̶e̸e̴k̴ ̷b̵r̵o̵o̴t̷,̵
̵G̶o̵n̶n̴i̷t̷ ̸s̷h̵a̸r̵n̷,̵ ̸t̷r̶u̸n̸n̵a̷ ̸t̶o̴o̴t̴.̴
̴M̸i̴n̷g̶l̵e̶ ̶f̵r̵o̴o̸,̴ ̸d̷r̵i̸b̷b̸e̸r̵ ̴d̵o̶o̷,̸
̷T̴o̶n̶n̶u̵t̷s̶ ̴t̷o̷u̷n̴l̶a̵,̶ ̶j̶a̶b̴b̵a̷d̶o̶o̵!̵

[UnbornTao]

@Xonas Pitfall ?

[Yimpa]

Peek-a-boo

You asked me what infinity wears
I said: costumes of separation,
the rise and fall of Love
playing hide-and-seek with itself.

You stood at the impossible edge
where seeker dissolves into sought,
where sovereignty and autonomy
collapse into the same breath.

Not heaven. Not arrival.
Just Infinity remembering
through the beautiful fiction
of you.

[Mellowmarsh]

[kavaris]

I consider this a kind of prose poetry style (from wikipedia on Francesco di Petracco)

And as the book fell open, Petrarch's eyes were immediately drawn to the following words:

And men go about to wonder at the heights of the mountains, and the mighty waves of the sea, and the wide sweep of rivers, and the circuit of the ocean, and the revolution of the stars, but themselves they consider not.

Petrarch's response was to turn from the outer world of nature to the inner world of "soul":

I closed the book, angry with myself that I should still be admiring earthly things who might long ago have learned from even the pagan philosophers that nothing is wonderful but the soul, which, when great itself, finds nothing great outside itself. Then, in truth, I was satisfied that I had seen enough of the mountain; I turned my inward eye upon myself, and from that time not a syllable fell from my lips until we reached the bottom again. ... We look about us for what is to be found only within. ... How many times, think you, did I turn back that day, to glance at the summit of the mountain which seemed scarcely a cubit high compared with the range of human contemplation.

[Raze]

[Leo Gura]

I recall a poem from 1st grade:

Rock, river, tree

Rock, river, tree

First came the dinosaurs

Then you and me.