Lounge Poetry Slam!!!

[Zomby Woof]

An original from ZW:


Zona Winds

Winds sweep across the rim
Up here high above saguaro
Above sand and sagebrush
Up through the canyon
Grand or Oak Creek
There are several
Craggy, like the faces of
Wise elders
On the plateau

Snow will be melting soon
Off the peaks of San Francisco
To vainly quench the ever
Thirsty denizens of the town
Below, and above
The valley of the sun
Where the winds come from
Where coyotes mark the night air
Yelping at your window

This thin high air of home
Windy in the early evening
As the pines just don't whisper
They have stories to tell
The old mother road
The winding desert highway
A broken piece of asphalt
Like a black ribbon of dust
It is windy and windy today

[arwalden]

1. Very Nice, Zomby.

:hi:

[Zomby Woof]

2. Thanks!

Perhaps I should write an Ode to Kona. ;-)

[Fridays Child]

3. Cool Arizona poem. On another subject, here's one I wrote 13 years ago.

Snuffling snorer soundly snips his spouse's strings of snooze.
Snap! She's up, her slumber squelched, and sleeplessness ensues.
Soon, snoring stops and silence settles in, as if to spite--
Stillness so stentorian, her somnolence is slight. :boring:

[Zomby Woof]

4. Love the alliteration!

:hi:

[Fridays Child]

5. Thankee.

:)

[Zomby Woof]

6. ZombyKick

[furrylitldevil]

7. World's Worst Love Poem

Oh dearest ,

Your eyes shine more powerfully than a Dodge 1500, YES!
It DOES have a Hemi.
Your body was obviously the inspiration of a Ralph Steadman painting
and your voice, is that of 1,000 Angels
all eating barbque'd chicken at the exact same time.

I'd like to take you home with me, .

I'd like to bathe you in a tub filled with my own mucus.
Don't worry,
for I have a head cold and funnel that works
in reverse.
With the ease and precision of a professional
Peanutbutter and Jelly Sandwich maker making a
Peanutbutter and Jelly Sandwich,
I would spread my snot across the
delicate...curves...of your body...

I would kiss the tip of your nose after you gave me that look on your face that can only mean,
"I just threw up in my mouth."
Oh,

After we were finished in the tub, I would not dry you off. No.
I would lead you, dripping and naked, into my parlor den
where we would make love under the gentle glow of a Suzie Orman VHS cassette
because nothing excites my genitalia better than
Sound Financial Planning.

And the love...ohhhh the love...
With a squidge in one hand, and a Remington electric razor in the other,
I would bring you to sexual heights not experienced since John Wayne Gacy took off his clown suit!
Our audience would be various types of farm animals with differently keyed harmonicas strapped to their mouths.
They would release a dissonant symphony of colliding notes every time you reached orgasmic bliss and shouted out,
"Squidge me harder, Shave Daddy!
Squidge me Harder!!"
"Insert Name Here!!
Insert
Name
HERE!!!"

Later...after the night was finished...
We would play a game of
Get the Hell out of my house and don't ever come back Bitch.
It being clearly understood that Bitch can be used in both the masculine or feminine context.
I await your answer,
If it is yes, leave a Polaroid of an aborted fetus on my doorstep and wait for me to call.
You will know me by the sound of screaming children who are having golf tees hammered underneath their fingernails
for thus, is the sound of love .
Thus is the sound of my love
For you

[Zomby Woof]

8. so bad

It's good! :hi:

[furrylitldevil]

9. Thank you!

Do you slam?

[Fridays Child]

10. Oh, yeah? Take that!

Wham!

-ThreadKiller®

[DS1]

11. I call this one.. Fingers

Conduits of internet flames
threads abound, oh so lame
Star Wars Kid, name Gyhslain
ate my baby, what a pain

[RetroLounge]

12. Written a long time ago for a poetry workshop

My First Car Was A Truck

At 16, a gift (?) from my dad. A Ford.
Model year: 1960. Body style: F-100.
Originally from Tennessee. A bootlegger's wheels.
Painted with green housepaint, applied with a roller.
Ugly. Distinctive. Beautiful. Mine.
No seat. No muffler. No brakes. No Problem.
Missing two windows and one door.
Weld some new steel. Add some bondo. Paint it black.
New interior. New tires. New stereo. Tune it up. Cruise.

Weekends: pick up Anita (14, tall, blond, built for speed).
Stop at Foremost for a fifth of Southern Comfort.
Hanging out at the 7-11, necking on the tailgate.
Way Cool. Still Young. Drunk with love.

Do you know Paul?
No.
Yeah, you know, the guy with the old truck?
With the Blond?
Yeah.
Oh, yeah I know him.

That truck was something.
I was somebody.
I sold it to buy a guitar.

[Zomby Woof]

13. excellent

You should write one about TRAINS.

[RetroLounge]

15. Hmmm, an idea, that...

RL

[rbnyc]

14. Pump Pump Pump

Pump Pump Pump
Draw that reddish bump
Through the clear plastic funnel.
It is drawn and retracts
Drawn and retracts, looking like the tip of
A tongue
In an air popper.
A squirting tongue, a fire-hose tongue
In vacuum bondage,
Yielding my sweet love's lunch.

(Off the top of my head. Hmmm. Guess what I'm doing right now.)

[rbnyc]

16. kick!

More spontaneous poetry!

[Longgrain]

17. Here's one i wrote...

By the DUer known as Longgrain

ABOVE SLEEP

Punk Chicks Scare the hell
out of me.
Walking around Raggedy,
Clamming on the wall,
Staying there for months.
Blackening, covered with mildew.

When I awake in the afternoon,
My eyes are met
with swirling flowers
that adorn my bed sheets,
And I feel I'm looking
into a mirror;
And I think that I could lie
and tell them I was drunk.

[rbnyc]

19. cool. (nt)

[jus_the_facts]

18. Excellent prose ZW....

....I can visualize those cacti and imagine that cold wind a'howlin'...well done m'man! :hi: