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Post by Nathan on May 11, 2008 13:00:23 GMT -6
Meaningless Poems For The Blind That Aren’t Written In Brail
“noooooo”
By Nathan Shepard
monkeys in my pants eating yellow jello
from outer space while riding a unicorn on mellow-
dramatic fog laced with cola in the panties of a nun under the whispering willow
of kings playing chess on fine green sand with a reuben
inside the glass house of oppression and tea cakes.
“’About Me’ In free-form poetry!!”
By Nathan Shepard
living, mehlville... like a turtle... kept down, under my home
breaking free! and eating flames of jello
am i cool? eating intestines of others. i am not.
wanting what i have.... wanting even more, social gluttony.
butterfly involuntary manslaughter on the open road.
“just testing it…”
By Nathan Shepard
lalala, pig waffles in my underwear under scooby doo in a marshmallow pit of despair
“wank”
By Joel Castleberry
monkey monkey on the wall
why does monkey wish to fall
he climbed up the crazy doo dad
hes dreamed about it since he was a lad
which witch wishe first?
i'd tell you why but i'd be cursed
wonk wonk chonk chonk
beep beep honk honk
the end
that was just on the spot
“BattleStar Galactica”
By Nathan Shepard
under the lazy tree
in the sun of my moon
watching the little pygmies
eat my noodle stove
“Kinky”
By Joel Castleberry
eating, spanking chomping chomp
playing mario, licking a thwomp
forts forts spawn a duck
why did the eggs steal the truck
romans, countrymen all who toot
eat the owl i dont give a hoot
jump jump, jump for troy
i know who i am im the real mckoy
lick lick the magical pillow
shine the fruit inside my willow
“See…. I can rhyme too!! Nya!”
By Nathan Shepard
ephemeral bliss
while the sun doth kiss
in my jubilee
to see the sweet sweet Kailee
tumble under
tumble down
why ever did she drown?
“thats a poem, bizatch”
By Nathan Shepard
mystery box, opening a yawning rainbow
inside the jumbled mess of the sunday puzzles
in a tree
under the sea
jumping for openheimer syllables... and dancing for a racing zebra
forgetting the lawn in the pale sunlight
popping the pimples of justice
"A Paradox of a Robot" by Nathan Shepard
kiwi fruit dancing in my trousers
under the sunlight of a bowling tree
drinking from the tuberculosis of a dieing pheasent in a tubular cylinder
with an umbrella-carrying duck walking in the park.
“noooooo”
By Nathan Shepard
monkeys in my pants eating yellow jello
from outer space while riding a unicorn on mellow-
dramatic fog laced with cola in the panties of a nun under the whispering willow
of kings playing chess on fine green sand with a reuben
inside the glass house of oppression and tea cakes.
“’About Me’ In free-form poetry!!”
By Nathan Shepard
living, mehlville... like a turtle... kept down, under my home
breaking free! and eating flames of jello
am i cool? eating intestines of others. i am not.
wanting what i have.... wanting even more, social gluttony.
butterfly involuntary manslaughter on the open road.
“just testing it…”
By Nathan Shepard
lalala, pig waffles in my underwear under scooby doo in a marshmallow pit of despair
“wank”
By Joel Castleberry
monkey monkey on the wall
why does monkey wish to fall
he climbed up the crazy doo dad
hes dreamed about it since he was a lad
which witch wishe first?
i'd tell you why but i'd be cursed
wonk wonk chonk chonk
beep beep honk honk
the end
that was just on the spot
“BattleStar Galactica”
By Nathan Shepard
under the lazy tree
in the sun of my moon
watching the little pygmies
eat my noodle stove
“Kinky”
By Joel Castleberry
eating, spanking chomping chomp
playing mario, licking a thwomp
forts forts spawn a duck
why did the eggs steal the truck
romans, countrymen all who toot
eat the owl i dont give a hoot
jump jump, jump for troy
i know who i am im the real mckoy
lick lick the magical pillow
shine the fruit inside my willow
“See…. I can rhyme too!! Nya!”
By Nathan Shepard
ephemeral bliss
while the sun doth kiss
in my jubilee
to see the sweet sweet Kailee
tumble under
tumble down
why ever did she drown?
“thats a poem, bizatch”
By Nathan Shepard
mystery box, opening a yawning rainbow
inside the jumbled mess of the sunday puzzles
in a tree
under the sea
jumping for openheimer syllables... and dancing for a racing zebra
forgetting the lawn in the pale sunlight
popping the pimples of justice
"A Paradox of a Robot" by Nathan Shepard
kiwi fruit dancing in my trousers
under the sunlight of a bowling tree
drinking from the tuberculosis of a dieing pheasent in a tubular cylinder
with an umbrella-carrying duck walking in the park.