A Blast from the past. Plus bad spelling.

[Brian37]

Russell Island, By Brian37(AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB and brianrrs37 on twitter)

From the veranda
Overlooking the sloped backyard
To see the beauty 
Is not that hard

Mangrove trees
With octopus roots
In low tide
Attack the drying mud

Great pretender
This half moon lagoon
Pretending it is a dry riverbed
In some scorching part of Africa

But no,
It is just a slight indentation
In my friend's back yard
High tide will remind it

Shimmering silverback waters
No you are not Africa
The underlying turquoise 
Of the bay will remind you

The calm tide gently creeps in
It wants to sooth the angry roots
Lapping around them as if
They're  photons acting as both particle and wave

Those clever double slit waters
Undulate the shadows of the roots
Swaying and snaking 
Under the broccoli branch mangrove

And those chimps 
Are not Orangatangs <-----Misspelling left in for Boru) Should be "Orangutans" 
Any which way but loose 
They're kookaburras

Lap lap lap
The tide slowly creeps in
A heavy piece of driftwood
Submerges like a navy sub

But it is only temporary 
The tide retreats
Those angry roots
Exposed again

[BrianSoddingBoru4]

Fuck you.

That was kind of pointless, since you already posted that poem.

And I don’t know why you misspelled ‘orangutan’ for me - I wasn’t the one who corrected you on it last time.

Boru

[arewethereyet]

Fuck you.

That was kind of pointless, since you already posted that poem.

And I don’t know why you misspelled ‘orangutan’ for me - I wasn’t the one who corrected you on it last time.

Boru

Yep, that was me.

And the poem isn't better the second time around.

[Brian37]

Fuck you.

That was kind of pointless, since you already posted that poem.

And I don’t know why you misspelled ‘orangutan’ for me - I wasn’t the one who corrected you on it last time.

Boru

Yep, that was me.

And the poem isn't better the second time around.

Dam it, I don't know if I should jump off a bridge or swallow a bottle of sleeping pills.

[Rhizomorph13]

Well, since we are just reposting poems...

I woke up one morning and next to my bed,
a very strange thing my own severed head,
I picked it up and what could be found,
my left and right arm lying there on the ground,
and what I saw, it made me sick,
for in my right hand was my erect dick,
I looked further on and there were my legs,
held to the ground by two wooden pegs,
I said I was sick but what made me more so,
was that against the wall I saw my torso,
all on the ground was gore and glop,
because out of my body my organs had flopped,
I suddenly woke and the truth that I found,
I had fallen in a pool and there I had drowned.

[Brian37]

Well, since we are just reposting poems...

I woke up one morning and next to my bed,
a very strange thing my own severed head,
I picked it up and what could be found,
my left and right arm lying there on the ground,
and what I saw, it made me sick,
for in my right hand was my erect dick,
I looked further on and there were my legs,
held to the ground by two wooden pegs,
I said I was sick but what made me more so,
was that against the wall I saw my torso,
all on the ground was gore and glop,
because out of my body my organs had flopped,
I suddenly woke and the truth that I found,
I had fallen in a pool and there I had drowned.

Gory for sure.

[arewethereyet]

Well, since we are just reposting poems...

I woke up one morning and next to my bed,
a very strange thing my own severed head,
I picked it up and what could be found,
my left and right arm lying there on the ground,
and what I saw, it made me sick,
for in my right hand was my erect dick,
I looked further on and there were my legs,
held to the ground by two wooden pegs,
I said I was sick but what made me more so,
was that against the wall I saw my torso,
all on the ground was gore and glop,
because out of my body my organs had flopped,
I suddenly woke and the truth that I found,
I had fallen in a pool and there I had drowned.

Well, that's dark.

But in a fun sort of way.

[Rhizomorph13]

Well, since we are just reposting poems...

I woke up one morning and next to my bed,
a very strange thing my own severed head,
I picked it up and what could be found,
my left and right arm lying there on the ground,
and what I saw, it made me sick,
for in my right hand was my erect dick,
I looked further on and there were my legs,
held to the ground by two wooden pegs,
I said I was sick but what made me more so,
was that against the wall I saw my torso,
all on the ground was gore and glop,
because out of my body my organs had flopped,
I suddenly woke and the truth that I found,
I had fallen in a pool and there I had drowned.

Well, that's dark.

But in a fun sort of way.

Yep, that's kind of how I am; impish with a side of fucked up. It amuses me.

[Brian37]

Well, this is how close I was to calling it quits with the criticism.

[arewethereyet]

Well, this is how close I was to calling it quits with the criticism.

I chose "watch later".

Much, much later.