Gimmie a title

[Liar]

Here's an experiment to resusitate my muse...

Give me a title and I'll give you a poem.

First one to respond wins. Unless there's a reasonable bribe.

 

[Angeline]

Unbearable Muse at Midnight

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Itinerary.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Damn.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

OK, I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice: A Reasonable Bribe.

 

[Liar]

Damn.

Couldn't do it anyway, I have no idea what intiwhatsitisname word means.

Interresting bribe tho. Sorry, no. Ange has a poem coming.

#L

 

[Lauren Hynde]

An Unbearable Bribe?

 

[Angeline]

Couldn't do it anyway, I have no idea what intiwhatsitisname word means.

Interresting bribe tho. Sorry, no. Ange has a poem coming.

#L

YAYYYYYYYYYYY!

<makes face at vanilla b hynde>

 

[bluerains]

resusitation

Here's an experiment to resusitate my muse...

Give me a title and I'll give you a poem.

First one to respond wins. Unless there's a reasonable bribe.

resusitation in masturbation..

 

[Liar]

YAYYYYYYYYYYY!

<makes face at vanilla b hynde>

Holy shiat, it worked!



Unbearble Muse At Midnight

"Come on, sing me something new,
there is a trickle of intention
rising from the roots of you,
an urge too obvious to mention."

Those are words, a mumbled mocking
pouring from her purring lips,
through acid ego trips unlocking,
right before my focus slips.

She leans in on a whispered grin,
morphs her murmur to taste
desperation seeped through skin,
savoring that wicked waste.

"It's close to chaos, close to riot
I hear the pressure rise inside,"
she whispers softly, sits quiet
waits for an elusive tide.

It's for eyes like those I write
that hang on every motion,
an unbearble muse at midnight
and an urge too clear for notion.

 

[The_Fool]

OK, I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice: A Reasonable Bribe.

I like that one...

 

[minsue]

Holy shiat, it worked!



Unbearble Muse At Midnight

"Come on, sing me something new,
there is a trickle of intention
rising from the roots of you,
an urge too obvious to mention."

Those are words, a mumbled mocking
pouring from her purring lips,
through acid ego trips unlocking,
right before my focus slips.

She leans in on a whispered grin,
morphs her murmur to taste
desperation seeped through skin,
savoring that wicked waste.

"It's close to chaos, close to riot
I hear the pressure rise inside,"
she whispers softly, sits quiet
waits for an elusive tide.

It's for eyes like those I write
that hang on every motion,
an unbearble muse at midnight
and an urge too clear for notion.

Dear god, man! How do you do that? http://addis-welt.de/smilie/smilie/diverse/fleh.gif

 

[Angeline]

Holy shiat, it worked!



Unbearble Muse At Midnight

"Come on, sing me something new,
there is a trickle of intention
rising from the roots of you,
an urge too obvious to mention."

Those are words, a mumbled mocking
pouring from her purring lips,
through acid ego trips unlocking,
right before my focus slips.

She leans in on a whispered grin,
morphs her murmur to taste
desperation seeped through skin,
savoring that wicked waste.

"It's close to chaos, close to riot
I hear the pressure rise inside,"
she whispers softly, sits quiet
waits for an elusive tide.

It's for eyes like those I write
that hang on every motion,
an unbearble muse at midnight
and an urge too clear for notion.

Sigh.

A Liar Original. Pour moi.

I'll write ya one back--um after I wake up (I'm sleepwalking now).

Thank you L. Nice work. Say Hi to Blip for me.



ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

 

[Fast1]

Here's an experiment to resusitate my muse...

Give me a title and I'll give you a poem.

First one to respond wins. Unless there's a reasonable bribe.

Three hours, you are good!

 

[flyguy69]

Three hours, you are good!

Less than one, by my clock.

Pretty impressive. Unless you already had it written and used Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion to plant that title in Angeline's mind. In fact, you probably planted the phrase "Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion" in mine.

 

[WickedEve]

Less than one, by my clock.

Pretty impressive. Unless you already had it written and used Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion to plant that title in Angeline's mind. In fact, you probably planted the phrase "Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion" in mine.

Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion is a great title for a poem.

Liar, extremely good poem. Now write us a swedish power poem.

 

[flyguy69]

Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion is a great title for a poem.

Liar, extremely good poem. Now write us a swedish power poem.

I knew you would like it. I made you like it. Liar sent me the manual.

 

[Angeline]

Less than one, by my clock.

Pretty impressive. Unless you already had it written and used Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion to plant that title in Angeline's mind. In fact, you probably planted the phrase "Secret Swedish Powers of Suggestion" in mine.

If he did it was about three days after he started posting poems here and the suggestion was "Damn! That man can write!"

 

[Guest]

Holy shiat, it worked!

It certainly did!

 

[Liar]

I knew you would like it. I made you like it. Liar sent me the manual.

Ssh, dammit!

 

[flyguy69]

Ssh, dammit!

It's OK, we'll just erase her memory later. Although that is much more of an American trick!

 

[Liar]

Liar, extremely good poem. Now write us a swedish power poem.

We got polar bears, baby,
roaming the icy plains
between IKEA monuments
and sizzling sin.
Eat it,
sink your lips into the myth
and the lutherian lovers
within.

We got bipolar bars, baby,
blasting base through
tobacco haze and Stoli iced
to perfection, invite me
into your strawberry sweet
and I'll invite you into my
salpeter lies,
and it aint helmets
that are horny no more.

We got banana blues, baby,
backbone connection to shoes,
and a micro Eurasia on every
suburbian square. You are us,
we are everywhere.

 

[WickedEve]

We got polar bears, baby,
roaming the icy plains
between IKEA monuments
and sizzling sin.
Eat it,
sink your lips into the myth
and the lutherian lovers
within.

We got bipolar bars, baby,
blasting base through
tobacco haze and Stoli iced
to perfection, invite me
into your strawberry sweet
and I'll invite you into my
salpeter lies,
and it aint helmets
that are horny no more.

We got banana blues, baby,
backbone connection to shoes,
and a micro Eurasia on every
suburbian square. You are us,
we are everywhere.

You and your muse are simply showing off now.

 

[Liar]

You and your muse are simply showing off now.

Me and my ability to bullshit out pretty lines that I don't even know what they mean myself, you mean? I lost my track after that first paragraph.

 

[The_Fool]

Me and my ability to bullshit out pretty lines that I don't even know what they mean myself, you mean? I lost my track after that first paragraph.

Hey....that sounds like my method of poetry. Throw shit against the wall and see what words stick....