Iron Poet

winds
hurricane
readiness

dark winds are howling
bells pealing out readiness
summer hurricane

liquid
smooth
placid



 
medlar wood hardness
unbreakable arrow points
awls for sewing saunts
heartbreak
indigo
punish


 
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heartbreak
indigo
punish

Dawns are heartbreaking
From the indigo straits to Ossian's seas, on pink and orange sands washed by the vinous sky
This is your punishment.



I cheated with this one, :tongue: the cheat codes are:

drunken
boat
season
 
The Cunning Craft

A drunken tongue will often fail to rock
the man within the pink and fleshy boat,
where seasoned, sober flicking can unlock
climactic waves that keep the craft afloat...

Pass
Gas
Fragrantly
 
Ok, 3 new words:

enchanted, mere, haunted

A enchanted story without telling,
is a rose without smelling.
A haunted glimpse merely yet unseen,
in a valley found twixt and tween.


valley, story, glimpse
 
...valley, story, glimpse

The Red-light Valley Girls and Mountin' Pimps,
an evil lowland stare (or righteous glimpse?),

an ancient story mainly penned for Man
(and maybe, too, for 'higher-function' chimps):

Some lettuce for the needy outstretched hands,
a rubber for the swollen outstretched glans,

all for the sake of 15 minutes bliss...
to briefly quench the deeper loneliness.

Blue, Red, Kachina.
 
No takers? :dunno:

Guess it falls on me...

The liquid Blue Kachina's Dance
will warn the coming Age
of phony Pomp and Circumstance --
so masked, the Pueblo Sage,
as if within a rhythmic trance,
will sadly set the stage
and rip away the guise of chance
to swiftly turn the page.
From blue to red, the star's advance
above the Earth will gauge
and drench the heavens' full expanse
with purifying rage.

Prophecy, lore, discovery.
 
No takers? :dunno:

Guess it falls on me...

The liquid Blue Kachina's Dance
will warn the coming Age
of phony Pomp and Circumstance --
so masked, the Pueblo Sage,
as if within a rhythmic trance,
will sadly set the stage
and rip away the guise of chance
to swiftly turn the page.
From blue to red, the star's advance
above the Earth will gauge
and drench the heavens' full expanse
with purifying rage.

Prophecy, lore, discovery.

I'll see your rage and raise you some harmony.


Rivers churn without waters.
Breezes blow when all is still.
Lightning strikes in dark quarters.
Prophecy shivers with no chill.

Knowledge discovered without lore.
Sunrise beaming without a sight.
Ravens swiftly greet nevermore.
Soaring there without a flight.


Rivers, harmony, steed
 
Safe as ANY 'trusty steed',
Centaurus points the way below
the plane of all the planted seed
where Pisces Rivers overflow
and cultivate the Cult of Need
in harmony with winds that blow
(and whip, and scream, and sometimes bleed)
from where most humans just don't know.

Nibiru, Anunnaki, gods.
 
Thou dost harken gods
planets from afar,
Anunnaki Nephilim
where first Nibiru star

When sons of gods
knew daughters of men

Giants in the land
Return again.



water
mountain
summit
 
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I just paged back to post one
and read all--it all was fun
I hope this thread is never done
Or our yarns never completely spun
Who will post the nextest verse?
After this it can't get worse:

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Splattered in ink
these rhymes stink
the lines too dink
eee

Blithering blathering rambling scrambling looking for reasons to keep going and going like a fated raven crowing this line is too verbose.

Slithering slathering ambling gambling cooking with too many seasonings and too little reasonings knowing this line is a mountain flop.

Latest internal report.
This damn line's too short.

Got me to thinking and drinking and stinking and clinking that maybe oh baby another rum & water toddy: this line is bunk.

Operatic acrobatics spazzing and tazzing and running amok without any clock:somebody should give this line the bum's rush.

I can't seem to stop.
Quick! Call a forum cop.


Damn it all, I ran out of toilet paper before the summit....


:D



Ring, rhyme, reason
 

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