Bukfan
"The law is wrong; I am right"
What happend to my 2 lines here? They came right after the starting lines!
(Censorship, he cried! Censorship! :D)
Can we honor BUK with a poem here?
- Thread starter Carterofmars
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What happend to my 2 lines here? They came right after the starting lines!
(Censorship, he cried! Censorship! :D)
NP ;)
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Ok so this is the new one.
Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Who's writing line 3?
joe
Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Who's writing line 3?
joe
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
into her soft hand
Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Line 3: into her soft hand
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Line 3: into her soft hand
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
it seems like every second weekend had ended this way.
theres one in every crowd...:rolleyes: don't follow leaders, watch the parkin....
How should we treat these?
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
We need an editor.
We'll omit the overtly silly ones.
who's next?
who's next?
so far on this one....
Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Line 3: into her soft hand;
Line 4: it seems like every second weekend had ended this way.
Next line?
Line 1: One line is never enough
Line 2: I heard while tucking the paper
Line 3: into her soft hand;
Line 4: it seems like every second weekend had ended this way.
Next line?
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
Her ,sitting , pumping ink into her Papermate
with his better self, a jockey in position amongst the sad animals, 20 in hand, escape inevitable.
I'm gonna end this one...
He walked to the gate and watched
as the animals were paraded for inspection-
there wasn't a horse in site.
So it reads like this...
One line is never enough
One line is never enough
I heard while tucking the paper
into her soft hand.
It seems like every second weekend
had ended this way;
thinking of the shitty, urine-soaked bills
I was going to pay the poor bastard
who brought my booze.
Her ,sitting , pumping ink
into her Papermate-
then I drank a cold beer,
wrote a poem while listening to Mahler,
had a babe, and headed to the track.
Well that's enough for me he said,
and headed off to find some intellect...
among the ponies
before placing his bet.
With his better self, a jockey in position
amongst the sad animals,
20 in hand, escape inevitable.
He walked to the gate and watched
as the animals were paraded for inspection-
there wasn't a horse in site.
END
Who will start the next poem... Line 1?
joe
He walked to the gate and watched
as the animals were paraded for inspection-
there wasn't a horse in site.
So it reads like this...
One line is never enough
One line is never enough
I heard while tucking the paper
into her soft hand.
It seems like every second weekend
had ended this way;
thinking of the shitty, urine-soaked bills
I was going to pay the poor bastard
who brought my booze.
Her ,sitting , pumping ink
into her Papermate-
then I drank a cold beer,
wrote a poem while listening to Mahler,
had a babe, and headed to the track.
Well that's enough for me he said,
and headed off to find some intellect...
among the ponies
before placing his bet.
With his better self, a jockey in position
amongst the sad animals,
20 in hand, escape inevitable.
He walked to the gate and watched
as the animals were paraded for inspection-
there wasn't a horse in site.
END
Who will start the next poem... Line 1?
joe
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Father Luke
Founding member
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 2: in this hand
Line 2: in this hand
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
and I'm holding my heart in this emptiness
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
flaccid... as a dead fish
humiliating myself at post time...
Black Swan
Abord the Yorikke!
this is what we have so far:
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 2: In this hand
Line 3: and I'm holding my heart in this emptiness,
Line 4: flaccid...as a dead fish,
Line 5: dessicating in a dry LA roominghouse
as the dry Santa Ana winds blow,
Line 6: humiliating myself at post time...
Line 7: as usual, while I wait for better times to appear
Line 1: I'm holding a bottle of beer
Line 2: In this hand
Line 3: and I'm holding my heart in this emptiness,
Line 4: flaccid...as a dead fish,
Line 5: dessicating in a dry LA roominghouse
as the dry Santa Ana winds blow,
Line 6: humiliating myself at post time...
Line 7: as usual, while I wait for better times to appear