5 minute poetry

[RaiRai]

Slut, whore, bicycle - I don't really care the name
You're all so fucking typical, all the complete same
A relationship means nothing, you're out to have your fun
another kiss, another drink, you're not the only one
behind your beloveds back, what have you to gain?
You'll lose everything you ever had, and you'll be to blame
another game of cat and mouse, though while the cats away...
You'll steal another persons man, and laugh along the way
Does it fill you with pleasure to make those grown men squirm?
You cocktease, flirt, you vile little worm,
You think it's just a little giggle, though my girl your wrong
you haven't got a chance in hell to ever really belong
I'm telling you, if you touched my man you'd die
but you don't seem to care with other guys, I see it in your eye
You don't care who is hurting, you don't care what's at stake
You'll just end up tampering, and causing hearts to break
Then you have the cheek to ask for advice on what to do
How about 'STOP FUCKING AROUND', that good enough for you?
Girls like you give girls like me a bad and dirty name
I hope your man finds out soon, and treats you just the same.

[The Oz Man]

(I don't know what this is about, but if you want 5-minute poetry, here it is.)

"Frostbite, Thursday Night"
by Oz

Frostbite
Thursday night
like a flying stone or a sinking kite-

The problem is choice
In a bedpan
deadpan
Ric Flair against the Macho Man
parking lot

You say there were trees here
birds and bees here
(you sneeze here?
hack and wheeze here?)

Now just blacktop
crackpot jackpot
cut like a flattop
cracked like a chamber pot

Both just pissing
pissing
pissing away the evening

Halfempty cocoacup and frostbite Thursday night
and the gleam as your frosteyes
catch the light

[Osterbaum]

No help from you

I wish I had an angel
An angel not like you
She'd save me from danger
She would really be true

She would guide me through life
Help me on my journey
And I don't mean a wife
But someone more worthy

In the end I believe
We have to make it through
But not with help
Definetly not by you

Just wrap up your stuff
Be ready to leave
I'l stay here my self
Survive through life with out any help

[Jonsgirl]

Little Feet

Footsteps.
Always footsteps.
Little feet,
Always headed on.

I'm glad the world is round today,
Little feet come back someday.

Footsteps.
Lonely footsteps.
Little feet,
Always headed home.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Remembering over the years...

A computer was something on TV,
From a science fiction show of note.
A window was something you hated to clean,
And ram was similar to a goat.

Meg was the name of an old fling,
And gig was a job for the nights
Now they mean different things,
And that really Mega Bites.

An application was for employment,
A program was a TV show.
A curser used profanity
A keyboard was on a piano.

Memory was something you lost with age,
A CD was a bank account.
And if you had a 3 inch floppy,
You hoped that no one found out.

Compress was something you did to garbage,
Not something you did to a file.
And if you unzipped anything in public,
You'd be in jail for a while.

Cut you did with scissors,
Paste you did with glue.
A web was a spider's home,
and a virus was the Flu.

It's okay to stick to pen and paper
and the memories in your head.
A computer can reboot,
but togetherness it cannot compute.

props to Ashley for this one.

[MP37a]

A Dedication to the Moderators

It’s not always easy and not very fun
Being a good Moderator for a forum
It takes a lot of hard work and some hours
They have a lot of responsibilities with those powers
They have to endure spam, flamewars, whiners and more
Ppl like me who have to rhyme hardcore :p
When Newbies come along and cause dismay
They don’t freak out they show that the rules are this way
A Mod must endure grief if they make a tough decision
Though they are doing what they feel is best for everyone with procession
They are kind for doing all this for us and spending their time
We should all give a big thank you to them because they’re doing just fine
So respect the moderators and respect the rules and we’ll all get along
I needn’t tell you twice because double posting is wrong
Remember they have the power they are in control
So remember children don’t feed the trolls.

[RaiRai]

Another gothic dream I have dreamt
another sleepless night has been spent
through tossing and turning, thoughts of black
and images thrown upon my minds track
beaten and bloody, worn and whipped
fallen and bruised, I tumbled and slipped
in a barrage of blues and purples of fury
I searched for the passion, I hunted the glory
but met with spires and arches of hate
I opened my eyes before too late
just to see that my nightmare was the sad truth
I just needed to see it, I needed that proof
another lone soul, depressed and deprived
in a room of darkness, left there to hide
from the venom of life, that bitter sweet dread
I fall back to sleep, in my hellish bed
I don't know when to wake, my dreams can't compare
to the hurt in my life, the pain that's left there
so I'll endure the menace spun forth in my brain
but I'd rather live thoughts than my life again.

[Funka Genocide]

standing at eyes reach from greatness
and no less a man for that
a sudden meaning made
there is no one better

in the course of things gleams in common
in luminessence ill defined
by the awkward angle
yet still it brightly shines

travelled well and made to reach
for shores undisclosed
in sights seen overmuch
in visions not so close

The purpose left elusive in heavens path
in holy eyes and for them
a masquerade of such splendor
it takes my breath away

Erick Diaz, July 21, 2004

[RaiRai]

StrawberrySundaeSunday

Under the canopy of the cafe softly sat she
taking little sips of her peppermint tea
dressed in lace that clung to her chest
a pretty pink bow on her bosom would nest
her hair in small ringlets, fell down divine
checked her diamonte watch, it was almost time
to meet the man whom she'd found in an ad
newspaper clippings were stuck to her notepad
as she rummaged through her purse, clutching her stick
cherry coloured heaven plastered her lips
Adjusting her hair and checking her face
A shadow, a figure, made her heart race
As she caught a glimpse of the man to be
yet sat down again, it was not he
Many Sundays filled with heart numbing wait
to find someone special on a lonelyhearts date
another strawberry sundae and she took her leave
wiping away the sweet tears with her long sleeve
When would come her time, her happily ever after?
Time filled with conversation, love and laughter?
She raised her umbrella to shield away the rain
turned on her heel and headed home yet again
There on the newstand, another black and white
a smile spread her lips, perhaps tonight was the night.

[Demon with a Glass Hand]

Flash

He stays up all night
Until the sun breaks across the Horizon
And he breathes in gulps
scratching at his eyes
his fingers are red
dyed beneath the nails

The rats are eating the back of his
brain
and he has to make them stop.

He has to make them go away.

His grandmother has a pair of sewing needles
and the rats will not go away

They don't stop gnawing at his brain
until he lies in a pool
his eyes are mere holes

And the rats are as silent
as death.

Author's note: I was in a play once. I was this kid who did PCP laced marajuana. I clean up my act after hitting rock bottom, and two years later the PCP flashes back. This is the fate of the kid I portrayed. Rather poigniant, no?