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Poetryman
Poem Published
15th Sep 2023 4:03am
15th Sep 2023 4:03am
Typroze und Spell Czeckors
Am I speaking a foreign language on here?
How can my phone be so freekin' stupid
It has more memory than you and me
Ignoring the stroke in my occipitallobe
2 terabytes could download a better spell czeckor!
Messing up my comments and spoiling my poems
Making me say words I never meant to write
Imagine our mouths doing the same thing
Tongue twisters changing whatever we say
Whatever happened to the good old typewriter days
when white out would cover up all my mistakes?
Proofreading was an artform for which I got paid
And...
How can my phone be so freekin' stupid
It has more memory than you and me
Ignoring the stroke in my occipitallobe
2 terabytes could download a better spell czeckor!
Messing up my comments and spoiling my poems
Making me say words I never meant to write
Imagine our mouths doing the same thing
Tongue twisters changing whatever we say
Whatever happened to the good old typewriter days
when white out would cover up all my mistakes?
Proofreading was an artform for which I got paid
And...
#technology
#satirical
#funny
108 reads
1 Comment
Poetryman
Poem Published
15th Sep 2023 4:03am
15th Sep 2023 4:03am
Typroze und Spell Czeckors
Am I speaking a foreign language on here?
How can my phone be so freekin' stupid
It has more memory than you and me
Ignoring the stroke in my occipitallobe
2 terabytes could download a better spell czeckor!
Messing up my comments and spoiling my poems
Making me say words I never meant to write
Imagine our mouths doing the same thing
Tongue twisters changing whatever we say
Whatever happened to the good old typewriter days
when white out would cover up all my mistakes?
Proofreading was an artform for which I got paid
And...
How can my phone be so freekin' stupid
It has more memory than you and me
Ignoring the stroke in my occipitallobe
2 terabytes could download a better spell czeckor!
Messing up my comments and spoiling my poems
Making me say words I never meant to write
Imagine our mouths doing the same thing
Tongue twisters changing whatever we say
Whatever happened to the good old typewriter days
when white out would cover up all my mistakes?
Proofreading was an artform for which I got paid
And...
#technology
#satirical
#funny
108 reads
1 Comment
Poetryman
Poem Published
15th Sep 2023 4:03am
15th Sep 2023 4:03am
Typroze und Spell Czeckors
Am I speaking a foreign language on here?
How can my phone be so freekin' stupid
It has more memory than you and me
Ignoring the stroke in my occipitallobe
2 terabytes could download a better spell czeckor!
Messing up my comments and spoiling my poems
Making me say words I never meant to write
Imagine our mouths doing the same thing
Tongue twisters changing whatever we say
Whatever happened to the good old typewriter days
when white out would cover up all my mistakes?
Proofreading was an artform for which I got paid
And...
How can my phone be so freekin' stupid
It has more memory than you and me
Ignoring the stroke in my occipitallobe
2 terabytes could download a better spell czeckor!
Messing up my comments and spoiling my poems
Making me say words I never meant to write
Imagine our mouths doing the same thing
Tongue twisters changing whatever we say
Whatever happened to the good old typewriter days
when white out would cover up all my mistakes?
Proofreading was an artform for which I got paid
And...
#technology
#satirical
#funny
108 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 6:27am
11th Jun 2019 6:27am
nonintuitive fragments
Response to the esteemed
Sir Nigel Straightpipe, esq., Pompous Poet
methinks the man has hit his head;
no doubt, his poesy is dead—
to phartz up words worn-out and done
and think he rides the royal throne!
his metaphors
are aquifers
that leak pale meaning;
and his rhymes,
in better times,
were of the blind
pre-nursery kind:
unfit for weaning,
with their cursory, brined
enjambment
of nonintuitive
fragments.
my mongrel dog
has keener...
Sir Nigel Straightpipe, esq., Pompous Poet
methinks the man has hit his head;
no doubt, his poesy is dead—
to phartz up words worn-out and done
and think he rides the royal throne!
his metaphors
are aquifers
that leak pale meaning;
and his rhymes,
in better times,
were of the blind
pre-nursery kind:
unfit for weaning,
with their cursory, brined
enjambment
of nonintuitive
fragments.
my mongrel dog
has keener...
#satirical
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
479 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 6:27am
11th Jun 2019 6:27am
nonintuitive fragments
Response to the esteemed
Sir Nigel Straightpipe, esq., Pompous Poet
methinks the man has hit his head;
no doubt, his poesy is dead—
to phartz up words worn-out and done
and think he rides the royal throne!
his metaphors
are aquifers
that leak pale meaning;
and his rhymes,
in better times,
were of the blind
pre-nursery kind:
unfit for weaning,
with their cursory, brined
enjambment
of nonintuitive
fragments.
my mongrel dog
has keener...
Sir Nigel Straightpipe, esq., Pompous Poet
methinks the man has hit his head;
no doubt, his poesy is dead—
to phartz up words worn-out and done
and think he rides the royal throne!
his metaphors
are aquifers
that leak pale meaning;
and his rhymes,
in better times,
were of the blind
pre-nursery kind:
unfit for weaning,
with their cursory, brined
enjambment
of nonintuitive
fragments.
my mongrel dog
has keener...
#satirical
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
479 reads
4 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
11th Jun 2019 6:27am
11th Jun 2019 6:27am
nonintuitive fragments
Response to the esteemed
Sir Nigel Straightpipe, esq., Pompous Poet
methinks the man has hit his head;
no doubt, his poesy is dead—
to phartz up words worn-out and done
and think he rides the royal throne!
his metaphors
are aquifers
that leak pale meaning;
and his rhymes,
in better times,
were of the blind
pre-nursery kind:
unfit for weaning,
with their cursory, brined
enjambment
of nonintuitive
fragments.
my mongrel dog
has keener...
Sir Nigel Straightpipe, esq., Pompous Poet
methinks the man has hit his head;
no doubt, his poesy is dead—
to phartz up words worn-out and done
and think he rides the royal throne!
his metaphors
are aquifers
that leak pale meaning;
and his rhymes,
in better times,
were of the blind
pre-nursery kind:
unfit for weaning,
with their cursory, brined
enjambment
of nonintuitive
fragments.
my mongrel dog
has keener...
#satirical
#funny
#LifeAsAWriter
479 reads
4 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 7:57am
16th Sep 2024 7:57am
It's Got A Soprano's Vibe To It
After much deliberation. I, Damian DeadLove, being of sound mind and soul have come to a conclusion. I know what every writer has in common now, okay it could just be a theory, but please hear me out here. If anything it sounds cool but I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Can I get a drumroll, please?? We expose demons and slay them!! Told you it was pretty cool. Now some of you might be saying, “Your just now figuring that out, Damian?” Well I do walk to my own drumbeat, and sometimes I’ve been known to fall out of time. It happens more than I’d like to admit.
...
Can I get a drumroll, please?? We expose demons and slay them!! Told you it was pretty cool. Now some of you might be saying, “Your just now figuring that out, Damian?” Well I do walk to my own drumbeat, and sometimes I’ve been known to fall out of time. It happens more than I’d like to admit.
...
#satirical
#uplifting
110 reads
22 Comments
DamianDeadLove
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 7:57am
16th Sep 2024 7:57am
It's Got A Soprano's Vibe To It
After much deliberation. I, Damian DeadLove, being of sound mind and soul have come to a conclusion. I know what every writer has in common now, okay it could just be a theory, but please hear me out here. If anything it sounds cool but I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Can I get a drumroll, please?? We expose demons and slay them!! Told you it was pretty cool. Now some of you might be saying, “Your just now figuring that out, Damian?” Well I do walk to my own drumbeat, and sometimes I’ve been known to fall out of time. It happens more than I’d like to admit.
...
Can I get a drumroll, please?? We expose demons and slay them!! Told you it was pretty cool. Now some of you might be saying, “Your just now figuring that out, Damian?” Well I do walk to my own drumbeat, and sometimes I’ve been known to fall out of time. It happens more than I’d like to admit.
...
#satirical
#uplifting
110 reads
22 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 5:54pm
7th Sep 2024 5:54pm
Keybored
I've searched for you all over
through concrete and clover
I know you're the one
my mission is done
I give my life to your pleasure
thrills beyond any measure
I have so must lust to share
it just isn't fair
how long you made me wait
for this lovely fate
This poem is so dumb
it's making me numb
the ending words match
but here's the catch
you may be gleaning
a trace of meaning
but I'm just being flirty
with my qwerty
through concrete and clover
I know you're the one
my mission is done
I give my life to your pleasure
thrills beyond any measure
I have so must lust to share
it just isn't fair
how long you made me wait
for this lovely fate
This poem is so dumb
it's making me numb
the ending words match
but here's the catch
you may be gleaning
a trace of meaning
but I'm just being flirty
with my qwerty
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
83 reads
11 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
7th Sep 2024 5:54pm
7th Sep 2024 5:54pm
Keybored
I've searched for you all over
through concrete and clover
I know you're the one
my mission is done
I give my life to your pleasure
thrills beyond any measure
I have so must lust to share
it just isn't fair
how long you made me wait
for this lovely fate
This poem is so dumb
it's making me numb
the ending words match
but here's the catch
you may be gleaning
a trace of meaning
but I'm just being flirty
with my qwerty
through concrete and clover
I know you're the one
my mission is done
I give my life to your pleasure
thrills beyond any measure
I have so must lust to share
it just isn't fair
how long you made me wait
for this lovely fate
This poem is so dumb
it's making me numb
the ending words match
but here's the catch
you may be gleaning
a trace of meaning
but I'm just being flirty
with my qwerty
#satirical
#WritingPoetry
83 reads
11 Comments
Duice
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
114 reads
1 Comment
Duice
Poem Published
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
8th Sep 2024 1:25am
Deck of Cards (AfterSexDilemma collab)
AfterSexDilemma:
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
Falling to the ground, Big Bang,
That's the sound.
A big man balancing on a tricycle,
Dancing like a clown.
High in the Sefirot trying not to drop.
Opened my mouth couldn't get it to stop.
Pressure boiling in with hot steam,
Makes my ears pop.
The fish in the sky are going dry.
Start to flip flop.
High on my mind wasting time on the clock.
I'm in decline, getting behind, still in line,
Want fame from the tick tock.
The...
#collaboration
#escape
#satirical
#symbolism
#uplifting
114 reads
1 Comment
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