[Rev. Jim Osborne]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Oh really? I'd like to see YOU post some of your poetry, my inarticulate ignorant Capitalies Evry Other Word nad MIsspells Words Alll the Time, friend.

Come on, let's hear the wit and soul of the ever-so-profound Miss April!

Shut your pie hole, you troublesome negress! Miss April could write better poetry than you, heck, even a random word generator could offer more of a tantalizing taste than you can. Leave the poor girl alone. Or you're going to have to answer to me!!!

[Ezekiel Bathfire]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

The last time they asked a White True Christian™ man for directions, he led them straight into the showers of Auschwitz...

Is it that time of the month? (i) I don't recall reading anything about Darkies in Auschwitz. (ii) Hitler was Catlick thus not True Christian(tm)

Anyhoo, just to bring you up to date, I asked "Boy", my faithful retainer, to go and look for my dog last night. He DID ask for directions. Strangely enough though, the dog's back but he isn't, so I'm rather busy manicuring my own toe-nails.

[Wash O'Hanley]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

What is this hardcore pornography? I want to look away... yet I cannot. Obviously I have to continue monitoring this topic to see what depths of depravity it reaches.

[Nobar King]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

I certainly won't be going to your poetry slam. I'm sure I have better things to do.

[JennyD]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

The auspicious and esteemed critic of postmodern poetry, J.B. Logan, once wrote about "Musky Clam Love":
"the sounds of a lion escaping from a circus, devouring and ripping apart ligaments of children, which of course, is the pervading sense of what is needed in American Lesbian Poetry today."

I wholeheartedly agree. Your Poetry Slam does need added to it the sound of a lion escaping into the audience, devouring and ripping apart the ligaments of certain lesbian poets.

[feyfalen]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Wow! Well, Professor X, you certainly can elicit a response!
I am a White male Christian. Obviously there are some major differences in our core values, but I don't see how condemning your beliefs, poetry or person will be helpful in winning you over to a new Faith in Christ.
As a poet, I can appreciate your desire to be understood.
Your writing is very expressive and you have a good use imagery.
But I think where you to try to shock or offend falls short of true emotional expression. I can pick up on your anger, frustrations, passions and convictions. But is that all that you have to offer? I hear anger and hate. Where is your hope? I hear erotic passion and lust. Where is love? Do you even know what love is? I hear your frustration and conviction of personal belief. But what do you put your faith in? And how are you accomplishing the goals of your beliefs by posting your work in place that stands against that which you subscribe to? Seems to me that if your beliefs are valid you shouldn't seek affirmation of those beliefs through antagonistic conflict.

[feyfalen]

The Vision Changes

The vision changed. A sullen wind drifts the darkness in silence stirring the spirit to its shadowed self. Pain follows in the moment taken for its feel. At least pain has substance relative to the waking moment. Stillness is lost to the vanity of emotions played out in thoughtless echoes of passions lost by the living of them. Nothing remains. There are memories, but what of that? So much is left of what would rather yet be left forgotten. A serenity remains in the moment eyes release their tears.


The vision changed. An image blurred in the salted flood of rushing tears. Clarity is not the same with sanity washed away in violent repetitions of a spirit broken by these rivers of feeling. Pain calls out to the hopes once born in wishful hearts desolate for want of love. Arms ache so for their embrace of emptiness. Alone but for loneliness kept in company. A rhythm in steady heartbeat sounds out the falling rains. Let these tears remain the focus of what lost lucidity shadows in what wishes see.


The vision changed. Clouded winter skies lit beneath baleful moonlight. A cold formless breeze chills the heart with thoughts that remind of the emptiness of what is left behind. A lone, single stone. Forgotten names and dates. Places outside tell again of inside the heart and its drifted snow fallen walls. Barricaded ice flows a frozen emotion trapped in a moment of forever then gone. Immediately and in that very place it remains. No falling tears for the barren frozen heart, they yet will fall the same.


The vision changed. A shadow cast does outline reflections left to the remembered past. Distant lays echoes’ what hints of a child’s laugh. Quiet whispers in gentle moments few but precious in their birth. Can laughter find the merry heart madness has lost in living splendor? Songs of joyous glee more perhaps the dirge could better suit such fond farewell love bequeaths as its final testament of grace. Would that love could endure such sweet treasure as what such bitter tears are bound to make.


The vision changed. A single point in focus as all else falls away. With the blinding passions that rage within these inner places a moment passes without conscience presence. What is left that can ever remain unchanged? A time for a season then all things must pass away. Let them go. Mourn but remember what tears are falling for, who their falling for. Why, does not matter. No such questions ever find their answer but only deeper confusions. Let living guide its own path and release the lost.


The vision changed. Summer sun set sky a lone star shines early in the birthing night. Wish upon a falling star perhaps this dream shall touch the earth. Peace stirs in the quiet starlight where wonder waits for the mind to find the enchantment of a moment lost in the rapture of imagination. The gifting Spirit of our creator meant for man to discover the wonder of creation. The moment is but a moment before it is cast aside for the cares of this side of life. So soon shall come the day without promise.
The vision changes....
Robert Borders

[GoodChristian.]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

WOMANHOOD by Prof. Tyeisha X

Womanhood
it's more than a word
it's a badge of honor
For we are not the savage
lesser
stupid
evil
imperialistic
hegemonic
sex, are we?
No
Thus we rise above
And destroy patriarchy.

MUSKY CLAM LOVE by Prof. Tyeisha X.
My'shelle, My'Wife
Happiness is when I kiss you
all over and make my way
down
down
down to the valley of ecstacy
smelling your musk
sweat
juices
bitter tasting but wonderful
like wine
Then you turn over
presenting me your black puckered starfish
I began to dine
like a queen eating a 7 course meal
i scarf it down
i love it
the dingleberry pie
i love it
i love being a lesbian
will die being a lesbian
lesbians
forever
and
ever

MARX MY HERO by Prof. Tyeisha X.
It was a fall day one year
many years ago
in the fall
when my life was tumbling like a tumbleweed
And when I discovered him
I realized
The Truth
was hidden from me
by racist fascists who want to keep black women down
I discovered him
Karl Marx
I read him in the original German
it dazzled me like a romance novel
I found my cause
overthrow capitalism
overthrow the white race
Now it is your turn
Feel what I've felt
Open that book of Marx
Read Das Kapital
If you want
to

Live...

Gross. Simply gross.

Oh and doesn't this say NO HOMERS ALLOWED?

Disobeying His Forum's rules, eh?

That will surely get you banned, commie, nazi, atheist, nigress bulldyke.

[Original Gothster]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Hey, has anyone seen that black chick around? She was kinda cool, except for all the dyke stuff.

[Miss April]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Hey, has anyone seen that black chick around? She was kinda cool, except for all the dyke stuff.

Let me guess you have a thing for her? Well if so you are a Sick man you should be asking is it to Late for you to repent not about her

[JennyD]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Fortunately, we've seen none of Professor X's Clam Poetry in a while.

[Miss April]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Fortunately, we've seen none of Professor X's Clam Poetry in a while.

And that's a very good thing Praise Jesus!!

[Professor Tyeisha X]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Back by popular request, here is some more of my award-winning* poetry

TUNA SANDWICHES
By Professor Tyeisha X

When hunger creeps up on you
And you want to bite into a sandwich
Do you eat a plain peanut butter and jelly
Or experiment with something tastier?

Liberated woman cries: I WANT A TUNA SANDWICH!
Gloria Steinem's fresh tuna sandwich
Angela Davis's tangy tuna sandwich
Andrea Dworkin's powerfully-scented tuna sandwich

The liberated woman eats it raw
Fresh out of the can
Stuffing her face into the sandwich
Don't want it cleaned
I want it au natural
Musky tuna odor and dolphin-safe.

I scarf down the tuna sandwich;
I am so hungry
Hungry like a wolf
I'm on the huntdown after you
Smells like a sound
I'm lustin' abound
And I'm hungry like the wolf

Juices like wine
Slurp up the tuna juice from the can
Swallow the essence of woman
Lunch time is now over

Until tomorrow when my hunger stirs again.

*3rd place Best Lesbian Erotica Poem, Berkely Barb, August 1976

[Miss April]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Back by popular request, here is some more of my award-winning* poetry

TUNA SANDWICHES
By Professor Tyeisha X

When hunger creeps up on you
And you want to bite into a sandwich
Do you eat a plain peanut butter and jelly
Or experiment with something tastier?

Liberated woman cries: I WANT A TUNA SANDWICH!
Gloria Steinem's fresh tuna sandwich
Angela Davis's tangy tuna sandwich
Andrea Dworkin's powerfully-scented tuna sandwich

The liberated woman eats it raw
Fresh out of the can
Stuffing her face into the sandwich
Don't want it cleaned
I want it au natural
Musky tuna odor and dolphin-safe.

I scarf down the tuna sandwich;
I am so hungry
Hungry like a wolf
I'm on the huntdown after you
Smells like a sound
I'm lustin' abound
And I'm hungry like the wolf

Juices like wine
Slurp up the tuna juice from the can
Swallow the essence of woman
Lunch time is now over

Until tomorrow when my hunger stirs again.

*3rd place Best Lesbian Erotica Poem, Berkely Barb, August 1976

Oh no shes back and this one is even Sicker then all the others

[JennyD]

Re: Professor X's Poetry Slam

Better purgative than Ipecac.