Would You Suggest Writing as a Career?
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Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
Hahahahahaha! now see if this fixes the search.
I only wanted to see my new avatar
Get to the core
You can't ignore
Too long
This song
Proving your love is wrong.
Junkie whore
You've become a bore
Lighten up
Ditch the heavy load
Take the tour
Before your head explodes.
Unsure
Of all you've seen before
Lights out
Trip the wire
Less is more or less
Unless I confess to causing this mess
Extreme
You and me I mean
Unclean, unseen,
Obscene
Creating havoc with my mind
Unkind, your kind,
Follow the blind,
Straight ahead, down the side,
Collide then bide my time
Drinking, wine, moon shine,
Eyes left
See the theft
Such a steal, unreal,
What were you thinking?
Conceal your feel
Stifle the peel of laughter, and what comes after,
Going down to the rafter
The ever after is happy
To change the tune
Put the moon to bed, just
Some things are best left unsaid,
Some words are best left unread
Empty head unfed led
Astray, we hope and we pray
For your return from the sunset,
Well met.
Torn nets let us swim away, far away,
Yesterday comes
Thumbs uplift,
Miffed at the one that got away,
Sting Ray, he deserves
Cold serve, curvaceous, spacious,
Cheddar Gorgeous
Remind me how it used to be
Three free to unwind the wind,
For I have sinned,
Bless me Father
Or would you rather have captained
The lifeboat, still afloat
Let me have another go,
With the slow-flow, dead cold, soul sold,
Let it all unfold.
Strictly off the record,
My mind's eye wonders,
Wanders, random as the snail,
She never fails to seduce
Reduce to tears,
Leering boys wide-eyed and bushy-tailed,
Impaled on the turntable
Aware of his label.
She won't play ball,
Rarely does she do anything for you,
Unless a caress turns the air blue
And you rue the missed chance
Solitary dance
Enhance the last waltz,
Run a mile, whence you came
Anywhere will do.
Off the record repeated
Far from radar
Sonic silence
Except a drip, drip, dropping
Finally stopping the hip-hopping
Lisp on the tip of my tongue,
Well hung out to wet the Special K
Diet, Wyatt Earp
Usurps from the cup of gloom,
Ruined too soon
Return on the spoon,
Belt up your bicep
And try stepping onto the moon.
Guess the mess I'm in,
Take a look at my pin
Holed eyes,
Listen to my din and
Surmise the lies untold
Behold the unfolded arms
Please help me calm
No more alarm on the beautiful expression,
Impression no less than the lesson
Learnt
Burnt matches
Catches fire still
Be still
Take a pill until
Dawn mourns the strict,
Pricked skin
Deep within
Where have you been.
Where am I going, knowing all
Or nothing but sin.
Her lips glisten
I begin to kiss them
With my eyes closed,
Moisten her rose
I rise to greet the anticipated treat
And our eyes meet
A look shared, discreet,
A fleeting glimpse
Ages since my passion last stirred
Song for the bird
Takes off from the wire,
Wings beat with desire as my heart sores.
Gun for hire
Shoot from the hip-hop trip,
Smoking barrel
Cool cred apparel,
No news is no fuse
Me to excuse
You to confuse the genuine
Seriously rich, too bad
I'm no good
Understood the confusion
Must be an illusion
Don't suffer fools gladly,
Pick up where left off the hook
You've got the look of the obscene
Machine's ghost,
Make the most of who's been
Seen around town.
Hold down that frown
My fear is near
It will all become clear one day,
When I'm far away
They'll say, he was a good man
How come he was nothing in his short time here.
I pray for silence,
Peace, inner sanctum,
Free from every
Being, all-seeing, all dancing,
No second-chancing,
Leave me alone
I want to be alone
Completely at one with time begun,
Unfold, untold, nothing to hold
On to, not that we want to,
Our desire has sunk in the mire,
Of bottomless dire, mundane, grey,
Same melancholic game,
Shame,
Rain,
Sleet,
Shit,
Unseat,
Reign,
Wit's end
God send,
When men learn to fend off the wrath
Of the collar and the cloth,
Froth at the mouth of rivers run South,
Now it must be the light of the heat
Of the night sky is black and my
Beating, fleeting, course flow go slow
Mojo rising, falling, calling,
You to join me
Free at last.
Cast off one more time,
Out of line,
Ignore the sign,
Turn to choose the right way,
Some might stay,
Others will go the wrong way
But only in their in-turned minds
Their kind will never find the gift of the blind.
The fortune favours braves,
Whilst waivers wave
And savers cave
In to begin the long, arduous
Task they've been given, allotted,
Dotted along the way there may
Be some relief from the thief
Amongst his own,
Disown the clown
From the unhidden contempt
That he tempts my violence
I choose instead silence
Is golden, though he will beholden to me,
Wait and see.
Get to the core
You can't ignore
Too long
This song
Proving your love is wrong.
Junkie whore
You've become a bore
Lighten up
Ditch the heavy load
Take the tour
Before your head explodes.
Unsure
Of all you've seen before
Lights out
Trip the wire
Less is more or less
Unless I confess to causing this mess
Extreme
You and me I mean
Unclean, unseen,
Obscene
Creating havoc with my mind
Unkind, your kind,
Follow the blind,
Straight ahead, down the side,
Collide then bide my time
Drinking, wine, moon shine,
Eyes left
See the theft
Such a steal, unreal,
What were you thinking?
Conceal your feel
Stifle the peel of laughter, and what comes after,
Going down to the rafter
The ever after is happy
To change the tune
Put the moon to bed, just
Some things are best left unsaid,
Some words are best left unread
Empty head unfed led
Astray, we hope and we pray
For your return from the sunset,
Well met.
Torn nets let us swim away, far away,
Yesterday comes
Thumbs uplift,
Miffed at the one that got away,
Sting Ray, he deserves
Cold serve, curvaceous, spacious,
Cheddar Gorgeous
Remind me how it used to be
Three free to unwind the wind,
For I have sinned,
Bless me Father
Or would you rather have captained
The lifeboat, still afloat
Let me have another go,
With the slow-flow, dead cold, soul sold,
Let it all unfold.
Strictly off the record,
My mind's eye wonders,
Wanders, random as the snail,
She never fails to seduce
Reduce to tears,
Leering boys wide-eyed and bushy-tailed,
Impaled on the turntable
Aware of his label.
She won't play ball,
Rarely does she do anything for you,
Unless a caress turns the air blue
And you rue the missed chance
Solitary dance
Enhance the last waltz,
Run a mile, whence you came
Anywhere will do.
Off the record repeated
Far from radar
Sonic silence
Except a drip, drip, dropping
Finally stopping the hip-hopping
Lisp on the tip of my tongue,
Well hung out to wet the Special K
Diet, Wyatt Earp
Usurps from the cup of gloom,
Ruined too soon
Return on the spoon,
Belt up your bicep
And try stepping onto the moon.
Guess the mess I'm in,
Take a look at my pin
Holed eyes,
Listen to my din and
Surmise the lies untold
Behold the unfolded arms
Please help me calm
No more alarm on the beautiful expression,
Impression no less than the lesson
Learnt
Burnt matches
Catches fire still
Be still
Take a pill until
Dawn mourns the strict,
Pricked skin
Deep within
Where have you been.
Where am I going, knowing all
Or nothing but sin.
Her lips glisten
I begin to kiss them
With my eyes closed,
Moisten her rose
I rise to greet the anticipated treat
And our eyes meet
A look shared, discreet,
A fleeting glimpse
Ages since my passion last stirred
Song for the bird
Takes off from the wire,
Wings beat with desire as my heart sores.
Gun for hire
Shoot from the hip-hop trip,
Smoking barrel
Cool cred apparel,
No news is no fuse
Me to excuse
You to confuse the genuine
Seriously rich, too bad
I'm no good
Understood the confusion
Must be an illusion
Don't suffer fools gladly,
Pick up where left off the hook
You've got the look of the obscene
Machine's ghost,
Make the most of who's been
Seen around town.
Hold down that frown
My fear is near
It will all become clear one day,
When I'm far away
They'll say, he was a good man
How come he was nothing in his short time here.
I pray for silence,
Peace, inner sanctum,
Free from every
Being, all-seeing, all dancing,
No second-chancing,
Leave me alone
I want to be alone
Completely at one with time begun,
Unfold, untold, nothing to hold
On to, not that we want to,
Our desire has sunk in the mire,
Of bottomless dire, mundane, grey,
Same melancholic game,
Shame,
Rain,
Sleet,
Shit,
Unseat,
Reign,
Wit's end
God send,
When men learn to fend off the wrath
Of the collar and the cloth,
Froth at the mouth of rivers run South,
Now it must be the light of the heat
Of the night sky is black and my
Beating, fleeting, course flow go slow
Mojo rising, falling, calling,
You to join me
Free at last.
Cast off one more time,
Out of line,
Ignore the sign,
Turn to choose the right way,
Some might stay,
Others will go the wrong way
But only in their in-turned minds
Their kind will never find the gift of the blind.
The fortune favours braves,
Whilst waivers wave
And savers cave
In to begin the long, arduous
Task they've been given, allotted,
Dotted along the way there may
Be some relief from the thief
Amongst his own,
Disown the clown
From the unhidden contempt
That he tempts my violence
I choose instead silence
Is golden, though he will beholden to me,
Wait and see.
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Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
I could never get into or understand poetry because I was never sure what should rhyme or where in the poem it was suposed to rhyme. Then I read Bukowski and it made sense.
Rhymes are for song lyrics and raps. So right now as I write this there is a very long poem -or whatever- above this post and I bet it will be gone soon.
It could be titled fingernails on the chalkboard. Oh yeah go ahead Fuck my opinion. I am an expert.
Rhymes are for song lyrics and raps. So right now as I write this there is a very long poem -or whatever- above this post and I bet it will be gone soon.
It could be titled fingernails on the chalkboard. Oh yeah go ahead Fuck my opinion. I am an expert.
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
good point. but fuck your opinion too.
Father Luke
Founding member
the only good poet
One retreat after another without peace.
realising only fucks things up
i used to fuck
and fight
and i felt
and one of my first
jobs
after the inevitable
expulsion
from school
was in a tax office.
i hardly knew what
tax meant
and they sent me
to file
but as i was
pretty much
illiterate
and only knew
the alphabet
piecemeal
i shoved the files in
any-old-how
and cursed the friend
who landed me in
such shit.
maybe i had
saved
some poor bastard
from the evil claws
of the dreaded
tax inspector?
no, realising only
fucks things
up.
i wouldn't suggest a career.
i used to fuck
and fight
and i felt
and one of my first
jobs
after the inevitable
expulsion
from school
was in a tax office.
i hardly knew what
tax meant
and they sent me
to file
but as i was
pretty much
illiterate
and only knew
the alphabet
piecemeal
i shoved the files in
any-old-how
and cursed the friend
who landed me in
such shit.
maybe i had
saved
some poor bastard
from the evil claws
of the dreaded
tax inspector?
no, realising only
fucks things
up.
i wouldn't suggest a career.
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
Thank you! theonlygoodpoetisa. Nice.
the only good poet
One retreat after another without peace.
glad you liked it. and cheers for saying so.
What happened here? Where did Jurak ot Petrof go? Shows 13 posts but they're all deleted. Strange.
Father Luke
Founding member
lol
mjp
Founding member
Nowhere. He's right here. You just aren't looking hard enough.
Ok, I'll accept the jokes on me, but still. . .
I'm still overlooking the clue.
Since I've not been around for awhile I figured I missed some interesting ousting of someone. Perhaps not. Fuck it. Nevermind.
Guess I was right but certainly not in the way I thought I was.
lol is right Padre.
I'm still overlooking the clue.
Since I've not been around for awhile I figured I missed some interesting ousting of someone. Perhaps not. Fuck it. Nevermind.
Guess I was right but certainly not in the way I thought I was.
lol is right Padre.
cirerita said:
Outtasite cirerita. this one touched me. my girl just turned one on Saturday. I know just what you mean when you mention the concept vs. experience. as said, i'm well aware that this is no place to pimp our writings (so please let this one slide :). in keeping with the subject i thought i'd share one on the topic during my 'concept' phase. i wrote it a couple weeks before she was born. there's simply nothing better than parenthood.
changing stations
had for breakfast
some humble pie.
for lunch, a black eye.
for dinner,
hearty portions of boxed wine.
nothing on tv.
the radio plays
paperthin music
grooveless, three-chord,
harmony laden,
overly produced, precisely marketed,
corporately packaged,
one-serving-size-diet-lite-no trans fat
empty jingles not worth swallowing or shitting.
my lady with dirty feet
lays by the pool,
baby in womb,
sun on her skin,
book in her hand,
tattoos fading,
and I think of my unborn daughter
dancing on the lawn someday
with bare-feet,
flowers in the garden,
laughter from the birds,
as our cat stares
out the window
and knows the secret.
I wipe away the cobwebs
from that dusty old lamplit place deep inside
me.
that long vacant hotel, boarded windows, candles long melted,
DO NOT ENTER signs
and yellow tape.
that place, that void
in the attic of my heart
where my little funny looking ornery guardian angel used to
live.
giving me 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 lives.
and on the 9th, he handed it out to me, gave me a sneer,
and took a leap from the side window
and vanished.
now I sit,
hand more careful
eyes more vulnerable
the castles walls a bit softer
my guard lowered just enough to duck the occasional jab
and
finally ready to give the shirt off my back.
I am the King of the Forest
one claw retracted,
the other wiping
a crawling ant off the leg
of my lady (a tigress to the 10th degree)
and I briefly
expose my fangs
in easy pleasure
as I think of cat secrets, catnaps,
and happiness.
of home-cooked meals,
of three day weekends,
and of drifting off to sleep
cooled by the electric
fan in the window
dreaming of my daughter
dancing on the lawn someday
with her dirty bare-feet
my cat stares out the window
and salivates
at the laughing birds
I roll over and go to sleep
happy, tamed, and still the King of the Forest
I can feel the danger of change
within myself, and the eyes of others
already lost?
As when the note goes flat
causing every witness, at once
to remember thoughts,
and shift their weight
anxiously, in a coordinated movement.
Or could it be true, that we may survive
intact, retaining only
this feeling,
a vibration shared by you too?
Oh, there is stranger.
within myself, and the eyes of others
already lost?
As when the note goes flat
causing every witness, at once
to remember thoughts,
and shift their weight
anxiously, in a coordinated movement.
Or could it be true, that we may survive
intact, retaining only
this feeling,
a vibration shared by you too?
Oh, there is stranger.
the only good poet
One retreat after another without peace.
a bit of peace
as we watched
a white feather floated
before the bluest of skies.
she whispered, peace.
i replied, the dove is
the bird of peace -
that's a single feather.
as we watched
a white feather floated
before the bluest of skies.
she whispered, peace.
i replied, the dove is
the bird of peace -
that's a single feather.
midwives phosphorus backgammon
This is an email I received today. I guess they meant to include a link to something, but they seem to have forgotten to. Perhaps this spambot was simply overcome with pride at its own creativity:
This is an email I received today. I guess they meant to include a link to something, but they seem to have forgotten to. Perhaps this spambot was simply overcome with pride at its own creativity:
bospress.net
www.bospress.net
Not to go off topic, but what is the purpose of these e-mails? There has to be something that they accomplish, but I cannot figure it out. Sending long e-mails filled with garbage seems to be a poor way to sell viagra. I'm sure someone that knows computers can tell me that there is a good reason (other than laziness) that they do this. It seems that a well written spam would sell more than 100 million ones that are unreadable.
Bill
Bill
mjp
Founding member
They usually carry an attachment or embedded image. The email message is just a way to deliver that attached file to your computer. Sometimes spam filters will kill the attachment but deliver the message.
http://smog.net/index.php/135
http://smog.net/index.php/135
Gerard K H Love
Appreciate your friends
Does anyone know this blogger?
spam text search
I put a line of text from the spam in mjp's link. Maybe that blogger gto it from Smog.net.
spam text search
I put a line of text from the spam in mjp's link. Maybe that blogger gto it from Smog.net.
I am a writer but have always aspired towards scholarly academic articles. As I write really bad fiction and my poetry is just plain awful, I would hardly cite Buk as a direct influence, in that respect at least. His writing more often than not became a sort of escape for me and a grounding tool.
On a side note, It's funny because he and Toni Morrison are my favorite writers and you couldn't find two seemingly opposite writers (I believe). Seeing how both of them use language in two such different ways has inspired me and influenced the way I view (and think of) language though.
On a side note, It's funny because he and Toni Morrison are my favorite writers and you couldn't find two seemingly opposite writers (I believe). Seeing how both of them use language in two such different ways has inspired me and influenced the way I view (and think of) language though.
HarryC13
RIP
Whip me with a wet noodle if you know this, but I did seem to remember that these seemingly random words are put into spam e-mails to confuse the engine that is trying to filter them. (Still puzzling why Hank's had no link or seeming purpose.)
Here's what our frequently unreliable but good-enough-for-this friend Wikipedia says:
"As Bayesian filtering has become popular as a spam-filtering technique, spammers have started using methods to weaken it. To a rough approximation, Bayesian filters rely on word probabilities. If a message contains many words which are only used in spam, and few which are never used in spam, it is likely to be spam. To weaken Bayesian filters, some spammers, alongside the sales pitch, now include lines of irrelevant, random words, in a technique known as Bayesian poisoning. A variant on this tactic may be borrowed from the Usenet abuser known as "Hipcrime" -- to include passages from books taken from Project Gutenberg, or nonsense sentences generated with "dissociated press" algorithms. Randomly generated phrases can create spoetry (spam poetry) or spam art."
So Hank, enjoy your spoetry or spam art.:)
Here's what our frequently unreliable but good-enough-for-this friend Wikipedia says:
"As Bayesian filtering has become popular as a spam-filtering technique, spammers have started using methods to weaken it. To a rough approximation, Bayesian filters rely on word probabilities. If a message contains many words which are only used in spam, and few which are never used in spam, it is likely to be spam. To weaken Bayesian filters, some spammers, alongside the sales pitch, now include lines of irrelevant, random words, in a technique known as Bayesian poisoning. A variant on this tactic may be borrowed from the Usenet abuser known as "Hipcrime" -- to include passages from books taken from Project Gutenberg, or nonsense sentences generated with "dissociated press" algorithms. Randomly generated phrases can create spoetry (spam poetry) or spam art."
So Hank, enjoy your spoetry or spam art.:)
Father Luke
Founding member
Hipcrime made it into the Wikipedia. LOL!