Inspirational poetry

[anonamouse]

I figured Literotica needed some sort of "inspiration center" - you know for balance, to keep the whole world in harmony, sort of. And its probably a good racket to get into, I heard alot about it. God told me to do it.


Oh God! from this pond,
hops some fuggin ugly frogs

<In a Voice all Charlton Hestonlike>
Cut off their legs
Invite the French
and have a barbeque.
Fuck the Lone Star
I'll bring the imported
Beer

​

Thank oh Lord, for all that you
But do have the credentials
to tell me - what to do?​

 

[My Erotic Tale]

I figured Literotica needed some sort of "inspiration center" - you know for balance, to keep the whole world in harmony, sort of. And its probably a good racket to get into, I heard alot about it. God told me to do it.


Oh God! from this pond,
hops some fuggin ugly frogs

<In a Voice all Charlton Hestonlike>
Cut off their legs
Invite the French
and have a barbeque.
Fuck the Lone Star
I'll bring the imported
Beer

​

Thank oh Lord, for all that you
But do have the credentials
to tell me - what to do?​

I am inspired~


There is a way
to walk through a day
smiling
till tomorrow

There is a tomorrow
filled with joy
that will blossom
and grow

there is a yesterday
you'll recall
and smile
today

 

[twelveoone]

"And of doggerel, enfin,
think. Où est le chien?"
Oh, Jesus Christ he howls

Je suis
Je suis
de Doge of doggeral
Mon Dieu! Mère de merde et de mort
What whore can concieve of thus?

Oh, mama, there are snakes in my crib

I strangle 'em​

Nausicaa how many wagons?
Frigg? Frigg? Freyja how many dwarves? Four?
Behind the veneer of your accoutrements,
and you always wanting more

more, more, more!​

And what da fuck do I get? The stable?
WIth fourty years of horseshit.

horseshit!

Like luminous loads of growing methane gas​

sez McLuhan to Erza Pound)​

​

I crossed over the river
of the dead,
Charon took no toll!
What need have I , I with my three-headed dog,

limbs of osiris drop from his jaws.​

Yo! Deianira! Da gods dey fuck wid me, and me the sonofagod.
I'm an unstable boy, and I fuck them back, good.
sings Hera's lunatic

Hi ho hi ho hi ho
​

tz please

 

[Tzara]

See? Isn't that better?

The private property of the laborer in his means of production is the foundation of petty industry whether agricultural, manufacturing, or both; petty industry, again, is an essential condition for the development of social production and of the free individuality of the laborer himself. Of course this petty mode of production exists also under slavery, serfdom, and other states of dependence. But it flourishes, it lets loose its whole energy, it attains its adequate classical form, only where the laborer is the free private owner of his own conditions of labor manipulated by himself: the peasant of the land which he cultivates, the artisan of the tool which he handles as a virtuoso. This model of production presupposes parcelling of the soil, and scattering of the other means of production. As it excludes the concentration of the means of production, so also its excludes cooperation, division of labor within each separate process of production, the social mastery and control over nature, and the free development of the social productive forces.

--Karl Marx​

The duke's garden needs fertilizing. I hear there's some manure in the shed.

 

[Tathagata]

Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die

- Basho

 

[Angeline]

Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die

- Basho

I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.

I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?

Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;

After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,

I shall be that.

~Rumi

 

[bogusbrig]

I died from minerality and became vegetable;
And From vegetativeness I died and became animal.

I died from animality and became man.
Then why fear disappearance through death?

Next time I shall die
Bringing forth wings and feathers like angels;

After that, soaring higher than angels -
What you cannot imagine,

I shall be that.

~Rumi

Of all the wisdom
I have ever read
Nothing was more inspired
Than the scatching
On the toilet ceiling
'While you're reading this
You're pissing on the floor'

- Me

 

[cward2]

Some words from my inner self to y'all:

Dare you close your eyes
And leap off the canyon?

Dare you open your arms
And soar like a bird?

Dare you climb the highest
Peaks of your imagination

And then leap off?

 

[bluerains]

gravity chek...

scraped from time’s pavement
keeping one foot on my brake
speeding on lined roads...

 

[twelveoone]

See? Isn't that better?

The private property of the laborer in his means of production is the foundation of petty industry whether agricultural, manufacturing, or both; petty industry, again, is an essential condition for the development of social production and of the free individuality of the laborer himself. Of course this petty mode of production exists also under slavery, serfdom, and other states of dependence. But it flourishes, it lets loose its whole energy, it attains its adequate classical form, only where the laborer is the free private owner of his own conditions of labor manipulated by himself: the peasant of the land which he cultivates, the artisan of the tool which he handles as a virtuoso. This model of production presupposes parcelling of the soil, and scattering of the other means of production. As it excludes the concentration of the means of production, so also its excludes cooperation, division of labor within each separate process of production, the social mastery and control over nature, and the free development of the social productive forces.

--Karl Marx​

The duke's garden needs fertilizing. I hear there's some manure in the shed.

Next up, Atlas takes a walk

 

[Angeline]

Of all the wisdom
I have ever read
Nothing was more inspired
Than the scatching
On the toilet ceiling
'While you're reading this
You're pissing on the floor'

- Me

To each his own.

My personal favorite was scratched into a table in my undergrad college library:

I fall on the thorns of life. I bleed.
--Shelley

I fall on my biochemistry book. I'm dead.
--anon

 

[anonamouse]

To each his own.

My personal favorite was scratched into a table in my undergrad college library:

I fall on the thorns of life. I bleed.
--Shelley

I fall on my biochemistry book. I'm dead.
--anon

Serious Grammer Question here:
what is the plural of I

I am not joking around, for once

 

[Angeline]

Serious Grammer Question here:
what is the plural of I

I am not joking around, for once

We.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Is.

 

[twelveoone]

Is.

thank you both, I was afraid of that. Can I get away with "I's" to prevent confucious with "is"

 

[Tzara]

Serious Grammer Question here:
what is the plural of I

I am not joking around, for once

Normally, "eyes."
In your case, "ids."

 

[twelveoone]

Normally, "eyes."
In your case, "ids."

no - 'ids, I eave off the l

 

[Tzara]

Serious Grammer Question here:
what is the plural of I

I am not joking around, for once

From the Chicago Manual of Style:

Abbreviations with periods, lowercase letters used as nouns, and capital letters that would be confusing if s alone were added form the plural with an apostrophe and an s.​

So: I's.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I love the way it is done in Finnish. So much more practical. They use a colon to separate the root word (or acronym) from the sufixes. So, the plural of I would be I:s, the same way something American (from the USA) is USA:n.

 

[twelveoone]

From the Chicago Manual of Style:

Abbreviations with periods, lowercase letters used as nouns, and capital letters that would be confusing if s alone were added form the plural with an apostrophe and an s.​

So: I's.

Not to be defensive, do you have anything from Milwaukee?
Seriously, I thought that was it. I been going over your poem, I think I got it. I hope it was funny, I thought it was, but then some parts of the Waste Land gets me in stiches.

 

[bluerains]

another chek...




walking on water
who me..
omg this poem reeks
of orgasmic leaks
and I must be getting old
like snowbirds and old farts
spitting in the wind...

 

[Tzara]

Not to be defensive, do you have anything from Milwaukee?

Milwaukee didn't make the playoffs. We're all for the White Sox now.

Seriously, I thought that was it. I been going over your poem, I think I got it. I hope it was funny, I thought it was, but then some parts of the Waste Land gets me in stiches.

I can see you did. The one I had asked you about, though, was this.

But no matter. Besides you have i work to do.

 

[bluerains]

Milwaukee didn't make the playoffs. We're all for the White Sox now.
I can see you did. The one I had asked you about, though, was this.

But no matter. Besides you have i work to do.

LINES IN THE ROAD...OH YEA/// INPIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW...NOT..knot me

 

[twelveoone]

Milwaukee didn't make the playoffs. We're all for the White Sox now.
I can see you did. The one I had asked you about, though, was this.

But no matter. Besides you have i work to do.

That one I didn't find funny, was I supposed to? I'm new at this.

 

[twelveoone]

Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die

- Basho

Ego's I's

In peeling of the onion
how many tears - shed?
No more onion, eyes are dry.

-me