Behold: the "Cliché Manifesto 3.0"! This occasion also marks the posting of the 460th 464th poem on mig81.com. Put that in your pipe and smoke it.
[Newsflash: "ulai seret kahol'", "A Eulogy for Blazej's 802.11g Wireless PCI Card", "handbag cum love ethereal" and "one day" are now available on newsstands across the country, or wherever fine pr0n poetry is sold.]
Also, with great pride and respect (and entirely without permission whatsoever) I now would like to present a poem by mig81.com's very own new poet, and my good friend, Blazej Krukowski. Enjoy.
a button depressedeveryone has a button
most people go their entire lives
holding their button pressed
sometimes they get tired
they let their finger rest
then the button they repress
i have a button too
it's even harder pressed
then the button gets depressed
it takes aspecial kind of person
to keep someone's button pressed
not end up own-button depressed
my button a million times pressed
million times depressed repressed
i no longer want buttonpressed
i just want to be caressed
P.S. Blazej, I do apologise for the use of the <pre> tag, since I have no better-looking way to preserve the original formatting.
I feel deeply honoured. You can post any of my shit without permission whenever you like:-) Thank you for preserving the formatting. You're a good man, Mike and a proffesional.
Thank you for spelling the Canadian way. In return, I shall overlook your other spelling and grammer issues - this time.
... how come i always get through the grammar and spelling security scott-free? just how badly do i have to things?
"me love you long thyme"?
why there gotta be so many poet geniuses in the world? (well on this site anyways) as if having mike around wasn't intimidating enough. bloody hell.
that was wonderful
I don't know. Maybe it's because you rarely post things that could annoy or upset me.
Blazej is a good man and a good poet (finally, heh), but he sometimes doesn't know when to stop.
Yeah, I know!
AHAHAHAHA! I just imagined you saying it in the "Little Britain" voice. ;)
Excellent. That was the desired effect. Have I delusions or have you deleted some other post of mine relating to 1980s disk-trading? Or did I post it in the wrong place...
I'm glad the desired effect was effective. To answer your question, yes, I am on a rampage of comment deletion; the delusion must go on. Also, I'm going insane. MLP told me she posted a poem here, but I can't find it anywhere.
oooh i think you will find this of interest seeing as you like vinyl
Oh, man. Thanks! I didn't realise that there were more of those things out there.
completely off topic, completely out there... but you might find it amusing
one two three four
I declare a holy war
five six seven eight
try to keep the facts straight.
AHAHAHAHA! You're amazing, sweetie. You know, years later people will look back on these exchages and they'd be jealous. We, however, would have the snide, wizened grins that would say: "We were there." ;)
Congrats, Blazey, I acttually grasped your poetry, perhaps even its meaning -- depressing thought. It was one of the very few items on mig81 dealing with non-tech, non-Jungian, non-Freudian, non-apocalyptic ideas. On behalf of all mere mortals, my thanks.
Thank you, sir. It means a lot to me. Really. All my life I've been trying to convey the message. With some help from Mike, I finally found a conveyor belt.
Is it a run-of-the-mill type?
No, it is the snake sandwich type.
R: AHAHAHAHA! I feel a little too godlike for my own good now. ;) But seriously, thank you for the kind words for Blazej's premiére.
B&P: Awesome. I am very honoured to be your conveyor. For the record, I like sandwiches and dislike snakes, however.
Umm.. I think I might've posted this in the wrong place.. *So lost* this uh..site is pretty confusing. You don't really have a place to go and ask for advice on poetry or the like.. (At least not obvious to me anyway) I'm pretty desperate to get some help with my poetry though. So here you are.
I have a question or two, I'm an aspiring poet and I admit I'm quite rusty at writing and don't remember what all the types of poems there are, ahd what they are called. I've written a few but can't tell what type of poems they should be.
Here are a few that I think would be 'free-form' poems. I'd appreciate it if I can get some constructive critiquing on my work.
(Some, if not most of my poems are mere ramblings and/or coping outlets. Its basically one of my own therapies I've been doing to help relieve stress and depression.)
~Loving Someone~
When you love someone, you give them your entire heart.
Unguarded,
vulnerable,
in the hopes that the one you love will never hurt you.
Love is fickle, love is true.
It happens when you least expect it,
It can even turn your world upside down.
To jump head long into it, you face risk,
the risk of hurting yourself by becoming blinded by love.
The risk of hurting those around you by not treading carefully.
Love is also a double edged sword.
You may love them, yet they may not share the same feelings.
You may love them, with out realizing they could be the death of you.
~Intuition~
They say to go with your gut feeling.
The ability to sense or know immediately without reasoning.
I have this 'ability' all the time.
Sometimes I hate it, makes me worry so much I get sick.
God save me.
When my husband goes overseas,
I'm going to know when something happens.
This feeling I always get.
Won't go away till I know for fact.
I'll wait by the phone night and day.
Waiting for him to call.
It'll be the death of me while he's gone.
~Thinking too much~
My mind strays far too often.
I seem to multi-task even when I'm clearly not really doing anything, so it seems.
I bounce from thinking about my current problems to my past issues.
My heart hurts, I didn't cope with my losses very well and now I feel them.
Abandonment issues arise.
I've been hurt so many times.
I see it now, but I must mend my heart and heal over time.
~Reminiscing~
I sit here, listening to music.
Reminiscing of days gone past.
My heart yerns to go back, to re-experience the places I've been.
One song brings on sorrow, another joy.
Music almost makes a person bi-polar.
It seems a certain song can do anything to change a mood.
Incubus reminds me of all the times I walked around Reno.
Matchbox Twenty was the band I listened to while reading.
3 Days Grace was what I listened to when ever I was upset or hurt.
I remember quite a bit about poetry from my English class in High School. I'm pretty sure the next few poems are 'Portrait Poems', let me know what you think. :)
Liz
Wife, artist, aspiring poet, bestfriend,
Sister of Katie and John,
Lover of knowledge, Japanese culture, animals, and children,
Who feels stressed, struggling to keep up, and like she'll never be ready,
Who needs a car, to get a job, and to help pay for bills and college,
Who gives praise, encouragement, support,
Who fears failure, loss of her husband, not having a family,
Who would like to have her own place, her own family, her husband back safe from the war,
Resident in Salem, Iowa
Osburn
Liz
Loving, Intelligent, Caring, Warm-hearted
Who likes to listen to music, to write poetry, art
Who feels tired, weighed down, alone
Who needs friendship, a shoulder, communication
Who gives support, friendship, love
Who fears deployment, loss of her husband
Who would like to see Japan, Ireland, Austrailia
Resident of my parent's basement
Osburn
I think I need to take a quick refresher course on the basics of poetry.. =\ I'm kind of embarrassed. Well hopefully I have amused you all with my lame attempt at poetry. Hope to hear some responses soon =) Thanks for your time!
~Liz Osburn
P.S. If anyone would like to chat more about this and has perhaps MSN or AIM, please email me and maybe you can help me better than having to wait for mail (lol I'm slightly impaitent when it comes to waiting for responses..)