Duck and Cover

johnnygothisgun wrote:i actually wanted to post here a poem that i wrote a while ago but i lost it when i reformatted my computer, maybe it will come back to me someday

A poem is not a junky-girlfriend or a boomerang.

Poems and riddles! What a delightful combination. I'm so giddy

what is yellow and can't swim, huh?

Splatterpope wrote:A barrel of water
weighs twenty pounds.
What must you add
to make it weigh fifteen?

minus five pounds

Thor Kaufman wrote:what is yellow and can't swim, huh?

Homer Simpson

A ZOMBIE"S HEART

My name was Elaine
I died in the rain
But now I return from the dead
I may not be bright
But this is my night
That I plan to feast on your head
You see, the brains are the best
But I don't mind the chest
The innards are very yummy
You'll scream and you'll fight
Against my terrible bite
But you'll sit so well in my tummy.


HAUNTING

I like when you sleep
For that's when I creep
To watch you all snug in your bed
If you awoke from your dream
I know you would scream
At the sight of the gash in my head
It happened right here
When my father came near
His axe held tight in his hands
Though I am not mad
He was just being bad
It still hurt when his axe did land.


OUR SQUIRREL GOD

It's funny to me
How the human's don't see
The great squirrel god in the sky
He looks down with the dead
With his big furry head
And the clouds which he uses for eyes
He judges us all
From Spring and through Fall
But only the squirrels apply
If you steal a nut
from your neighbor's hut
and especially when you lie
He shall cast you down
To under the ground
Away from the trees and the light
In fire you'll burn
Because bad squirrels can't learn
The difference between wrong and right
But if you are good
If you do like you should
The squirrel god will be pleased
He will bless you with love
and grace from above
You'll find a nut under every leaf
So pay respect to the old
And do what you're told
from the squirrels that know what to do
And he'll save you from hell
If your soul is well
You'll be blessed if our god chooses you.

A banana? There is not much to go on there.

DaC-Sniper wrote:

Thor Kaufman wrote:what is yellow and can't swim, huh?

Homer Simpson

a yellow digger hyuk

Thor Kaufman wrote:a yellow digger hyuk

German Humor :1970/80: ? teh sucky

..
also Splatterpope, what was the answer to the last riddle?
My answer with the hole sounded very good.

You ought to know, nigga, you are german :heintje:

Thor Kaufman wrote:You ought to know, nigga, you are german :heintje:

whats up with Heintje? He isnt even german

Chunky Monkey- Me


A creamy confection carrying bud upon bud of taste
to lofty heights where billowing, swirling
clouds of banana mist part gently
to conspicuous chunks of dark, delicious fudge
that chill and exhilirate in one simple spoonful.
Letting go, falling into the chasm and gazing down
unafraid, invincible
Black bits in a creamy splendid snowscape.
But something else,
Something beige and brown
Slightly round
What could it be to improve on this treat?
It comes free and meets my lips.
Walnut, with a crunch
Suddenly it is so clear that one has to smile.
Complete and utter bliss
in a nut, fudge, and banana cream style.

hurf durf gurf

Wow, that's really fucking good. Thank you for making my ice cream poem look like shit. I want more.

thanks hombre

maybe ill share one or two more

Unwind my riddle.
Cruel as hawks the hours fly;
Wounded men seldom come home to die;
The hard waves see an arm flung high;
Scorn hits strong because of a lie;
Yet there exists a mystic tie.
Unwind my riddle.

(c) stephen crane

The only poetry I can stomach is Bukowski, and even only that becasue it's about pussy and drink/drugs.

Cimmerian Nights wrote:The only poetry I can stomach is Bukowski, and even only that becasue it's about pussy and drink/drugs.

Try some Omar Khayyám, he wrote some cool stuff on drink/drugs back in the 11th century.

Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking

I cling onto memories
as autumn night falls,
because I fear the future.