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[jajdude]

props to that one bob, good ending too.

china, strange city,
feeling self-pity,
language got me stuck
feel out of luck
these days are a void
oh, but at least you're employed -
shut up and go away, to a far land
see if you dig, if you find it grand
try kathmandu or botswana
moldovia or sanaa
and see your senses go numb
then tell me what I'm saying is dumb.

[the boy next door]

song 4 tze

i'd might as well be on Mars
my head is always in the stars
do dreams really come true
why am i so alien to you

it all happened so fast
didn't have to pay any cash
is love-at-1st-sight really true
and is the sky a light blue

it's never really goodbye
when you're chronically shy
and you're begging her for more
love me, i'm the boy next door

[the boy next door]

safe here with you

i wake
i eat
i sleep
i dream
i dream...
i dream of you
i'll be safe here with you

when nothing seems to make sense
and i just haven't got a clue
when i so need your confidence
may i stay safe here with you

hey baby can we be lovers
coz your shelter is all i need
so send packin' all those others
protect me as i hide and bleed

i wake
i eat
i sleep
i dream
i dream...
i dream of you
i'll be safe here with you
i'll be safe here with you
safe here with you

when everything in my world has gone wrong
when everyone seems to want to use me
and even close friends seem out-to-get me
i'll be safe here with you
i'll be safe here with you
safe here with you

[jahson4]

There's too much aerosol in the air
and too much hesitation in the people.
Cars and big SUVs massacre our lungs.
The big buoy forgot to bob last night or
maybe a dead whale carried it to the
depths, strange phenomena, indeed.
The winds blow the same but I can't
breathe anymore, not without vomiting
my soul down the drain I created.

[blurgalurgalurga]

The wind wanted to play
But the trees were old and tired
And wanted to sleep and be still.
I wish all disagreements
Sounded this beautiful.

[Are they the lemmings]

The food my dog eats is horsey
But at least he didn't divorce me
When I lost my job
Like my ex did (damn snob!).
In his doggy way he endorses me

[the boy next door]

petting

you write your poem
from your home
while i'm all alone
on my own

you're better than me
but look see
what i can be
happy and free

same same but different
are what we are
same same but different
so i'm a rockstar

you are what you write
inside of your house
i'm a handsome ass knave
and i gotta bounce

same same but different
are what we are
same same but different
so i'm a rockstar

YOU SNEER AT ME WITH CONTEMPT AND DISDAIN
BUT YOU JUST DON'T GET WHAT I'M SAYIN'

same same but different
are what we are
same same but different
so i'm a rockstar

[Underwaterbob]

Here's a poem to bump this thread
to let you know that it's not dead
and that the newbies are welcome here
I mean, c'mon , this ain't Shakespeare

Come one, come all, your joyous verses
posted here, their presence nurses
the poetry thread into full bloom
(their absence may hasten this place's doom)

[just4u]

[just4u]

[Koveras]

The master chocolatiers all went to Rome to ply their wares,
They sold their sweets and other treats at carnivals and fairs.
Far and away, one treat was best,
More delect-able than the rest:
It was the sugar-dusted scrumptious chocolate eclaire.

Some said the chocolate eclaire was filled with fairy dreams,
Others said that it was filled with nothing but whipped cream.
"A puzzle," said the elder sages,
"To trouble all the future ages,"
As they licked their sticky sugar-dusted fingers clean.

And right they were! How it was made no one could truly tell,
Not the philosophes of France, nor the chocolatiers themselves.
[unfinished - help please?]

[Underwaterbob]

...
til the last ingredient came clear
the Irish found: it was dark beer!
to get out the word, now over themselves they fell.

[It could probably use another verse.]

[Underwaterbob]

chuseok chew sock aptly named:
the song pyeon tastes like socks
soju gulping, go-stop games
kimchi mandu rocks

[Underwaterbob]

Monday dreary raining cloudy dripping down the wall
forms a puddle under wires in the corner of the hall.
Safe this isn't very much so, death it seems is nigh
for the students on their way to classes, passing by.

Not that this conundrum is particularly rare:
there is a death that comes for all: ugly, young, old and fair.
While it seems that school is not the place for this to be,
the smell of burning students is a pleasant smell to me.

[.38 Special]