[Poetic Peter]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

Look, nancyboy; I've had just about enough from you. First you barge into our Godly forum with your simpering limp-wristed homeristic "poems", and now you see fit to accuse me of worshiping rocks? I don't know what horse you rode in one missy (we are still awaiting your complete DOF files), but you and I are about to lock horns.

From now, leave me out of your sodomistic posts. Got it jennifer?

Is he calling me a homer again?
If I weren't strapped to this 12V Rascal,
I'd up and whup his ass.

---

The poem I made of him is an honorarium.
It has nothing to do with worshiping "rocks".

Tell Junior someone, please,
that "metaphor" is part of language, even in the Bible.


To be likened to a rock, is to say that he is strong, simple in purpose
and causes great pain (smarts) when he hurls himself at the unGodly heathens.

Someone please tell him that the poem is a rare gift.

I don't recall such ingracious reaction to any gift of mine, ever before.
Then again, I never wrote a poem before to a lump of...idiot rock.
Ouch, he hit me, oww, ha ha

I suppose God is punishing me
with him.

BONK
oww!
He threw himself upon me again!
Begon! ya homer ROCK

[SUV]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

[quote=Poetic Peter;17910
Sister Sue--you are a Grace.
I'm not clever, near to you.
You gentle rough males in your view.
It's for you that some will say
'women are the fairer sex'.
I know this is completely true;
I've seen Perfection. She is you.[/quote]

Oh, GOD & JESUS combined, Brother!

Listen - you wouldn't be looking up my skirt unless you really meant it, now would you?

[Pastor Ezekiel]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

Look, nancyboy; I've had just about enough from you. First you barge into our Godly forum with your simpering limp-wristed homeristic "poems", and now you see fit to accuse me of worshiping rocks? I don't know what horse you rode in one missy (we are still awaiting your complete DOF files), but you and I are about to lock horns.

From now, leave me out of your sodomistic posts. Got it jennifer?

[Poetic Peter]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

? I don't know "Star-Finder".
I only know that Pastor E lately suffers
frequent headaches


___________

Sister Sue--you are a Grace.
I'm not clever, near to you.
You gentle rough males in your view.
It's for you that some will say
'women are the fairer sex'.
I know this is completely true;
I've seen Perfection. She is you.

[SUV]

Re: LBC Personality Verse #1

You appear to be confusing Pastor Ezekiel with Star-Finder.

Pastor Ezekiel is certainly going to be cheesed about that!

[Brother Temperance]

Re: LBC Personality Verse #1

Ode to Ezekiel


GOD created
all the rocks
reminding us:
they are God's own
messengers enforcing Truth.

Here we have
Ezekiel

a rock of God
he is like rock
as hard as rock
with smarts like rock
when rock is thrown in stonings.

Pastoral, this song—an ode
for he who hurls and doth hurl us.

Ode to our Ezekiel
our thug-drug-free;
our rock and roller
total stoner.

You appear to be confusing Pastor Ezekiel with Star-Finder.

[SUV]

Re: LBC Personality Verse #2

Sister Sue Vera
Showers With Jesus
Moderator



Sister Sue is offline
Showering With Jesus,
The Moderator of her heart.

How we wish
Her love were ours;
This cannot be because

Sister Sue is offline
Showering With Jesus,
The Moderator of her heart.

Glory, Brother - Glory!
And despite what you might have heard,
I ain't the least bit Hoary!

[Poetic Peter]

LBC Personality Verse #4


Dean Emeritus
Professor of English
Landover University

Ministering to
the Liebral Godless
of New Zealand


Senior Pastor Enobarbus
offers feasts of barbeque.
The neighbors all enjoy his treats.
NZ is where we all should eat.

It's not surprising, it's just true:
his fellow Kiwis all are ewes.
Say,

isn't lamb delicious?

[Poetic Peter]

LBC Personality Verse #3


Atop Cathedral Notre Damn
gargoyles gob
green eggs and ham.

Dead Dr. Seusse
seen hov'ring there, that
versing Jew of cat-hat-where.

The smallest of damned gothic charms
corrodes in stone in Satan's arms.
Yes, it is the gentle pixie
girlie goth we know as Ixi.

[Poetic Peter]

LBC Personality Verse #2

Sister Sue Vera
Showers With Jesus
Moderator





Sister Sue is offline
Showering With Jesus,
The Moderator of her heart.

How we wish
Her love were ours;
This cannot be because

Sister Sue is offline
Showering With Jesus,
The Moderator of her heart.

[Poetic Peter]

LBC Personality Verse #1

Ode to Ezekiel


GOD created
all the rocks
reminding us:
they are God's own
messengers enforcing Truth.

Here we have
Ezekiel

a rock of God
he is like rock
as hard as rock
with smarts like rock
when rock is thrown in stonings.

Pastoral, this song—an ode
for he who hurls and doth hurl us.

Ode to our Ezekiel
our thug-drug-free;
our rock and roller
total stoner.

[Poetic Peter]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

Thank you BT.
I think that was far enough to take the silly idea.


----

I would like to begin a series of BLC poems;
odes to the various luminaries of our Church.

Members, please create verse uplifting your Godly peers.
Womenfolk are requested to enjoin.


I shall compose an honorarium in the next form
for a fine Landover leader.

[Brother Temperance]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

Just a tad; mine is bad.
Wishing for a cyclone
to drop a House of God upon it:


_________________________


1 Do you speak of truths terrific?
Do you judge your fellow mystics?
O wicked sons of men.

Your hearts are pebbles in a rabble;
you'd create another cabal,

if you only had some brains.


2 The wicked wander wombless,
homeless souls--tend to go roomless,
then they bugger off astray,

snaking lies as hip-hop adders;
as if tar patter really matters.
(sigh)
If they only had some brains.


3 Who will heed the songs of charmers ?
those unwise ones, the disarmers:
demoncrats of present days.

Break their teeth with heavy mallets.
Laze some lions beneath their pallets.

Lions like a little brain.


__________________



gnash, grinnnd
(my gears just stripped)


Peter

pawls
and ratchets Mary

It's pretty good so far.

[Poetic Peter]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

Psalm 58

1Do ye indeed speak righteousness, O congregation? do ye judge uprightly, O ye sons of men?
2Yea, in heart ye work wickedness; ye weigh the violence of your hands in the earth.
3The wicked are estranged from the womb: they go astray as soon as they be born, speaking lies.
4Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear;
5Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
6Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD.
7Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces.
8As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun.
9Before your pots can feel the thorns, he shall take them away as with a whirlwind, both living, and in his wrath.
10The righteous shall rejoice when he seeth the vengeance: he shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked.
11So that a man shall say, Verily there is a reward for the righteous: verily he is a God that judgeth in the earth.

Just a tad; mine is bad.
Wishing for a cyclone
to drop a House of God upon it:


_________________________


1 Do you speak of truths terrific?
Do you judge your fellow mystics?
O wicked sons of men.

Your hearts are pebbles in a rabble;
you'd create another cabal,

if you only had some brains.


2 The wicked wander wombless,
homeless souls--tend to go roomless,
then they bugger off astray,

snaking lies as hip-hop adders;
as if tar patter really matters.
(sigh)
If they only had some brains.


3 Who will heed the songs of charmers ?
those unwise ones, the disarmers:
demoncrats of present days.

Break their teeth with heavy mallets.
Laze some lions beneath their pallets.

Lions like a little brain.


__________________



gnash, grinnnd
(my gears just stripped)


Peter

pawls
and ratchets Mary

[Poetic Peter]

Re: The Poetasters' Korner

My love for you is like diarrhea




I just can't hold it in

A poem of Love, by Sister Thumper

Great poetry (and humor poetry is eligible) begins with a concept.
Sister, you have a concept worthy of a Caroll. If you happen to
be twelve? You'd be worthy to Mr. Caroll.

Line breaks:
avoid similes, "like", in particular
(exceptions can be made, bend over
flexible rules)

But for such a short--such a bon mot, "like" is pedestrian.
Consider too, that diarrhea is prosaic.
Roll the sound of diarrehea and then savor a more beautiful word:
dysentary. This might be the better way to work up the poem.

Look for sonics, look for graces. Dyssennntarrryyyy.

That's a musical word! Not only that, it has great connotations
as an illness annihilating millions of third-word mudders every year!.

Verrrry crude idea for you to consider,
it's just perspective. But your poem is too good a concept
to just let it go without revision.

Something along this line--sketched roughly, mind you:

Love, you are a dysentary
I drink salted fluids to restore
electrolytes to balance
when your surges bring on purges.



Thank you for standing at the Korner.
Many are they who do admire you.


Petter