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Journeyman · 12-23-2003, 02:08 AM

When you're a booth jockey for a xmas tree farm, there's nothing to do, so I made poems that rhyme the whole way through.

All the women who rejected me
Masturbation is my only tranquility
Brings me toward serenity
Away from harsh reality
Fork left to insanity
Fork right to finality
Neither road sets me free
Traveling either is just as lonely
Now and forever do I need thee
All you women who rejected me

***

O, What a glorius summer it was
But comes to an end it must and does
My youth bogged down by academics, "Just because"
School serves only to kill my summer buzz
Is there nothing, no one who can bring back the Cloud-Nine Fuzz
Of the days that my glorious summer was

***

Another dull, drab semester awaits
Some students like to explode through the gates
Knowing that straight-A's rest patiently in thier fates
While I grind through the numbered dates
Some courses I enjoy, some that everyone hates
Either one I drift between waking and sleeping states
Professor never notices as he mentally masturbates
Mention the tiniest tidbit and nap while he elaborates
Five minutes till end of session and everyone salivates
End of the day and I meet up with my mates
Express end-of-the-day joys and he relates
But strolling on our way out I saw a life that no art imitates
A woman so wonderful I knew only God creates
Born of no humans simpleton conjugates
Beauty so breath taking it suffocates
Though my lungs are paralyzed my heart elates
Suddenly my situation here complicates
Yes, another beautiful semester awaits

***

There she strolls to and fro
A polluted glimpse through the window
Sprint outside to look high and low
A sea of regular Janes and Joes
Heart aching to gaze upon my graceful doe
To quench a thirst my soul suffers so
A wound torn open by that well-known arrow
Sprung from the strand of Cupid's bow
In the last fleeting moment I'm privy to the show
The angelic silhouette on the horizon growing low
I weep inside as I watch her go
The goddess whom I know I'll never know

***

My heart's set on this girl so sweet
Plain perfection from head to feet
Alpha member of the female elite
Perish the thought and the thinker be beat
That I could surmount such a hard fought feat
Of carrying these legs of concrete
All the way across the barren street
Straight into certain defeat
And blunder my way into our first meet

***

Saw her again and the butterflies came quick
Lost my courage and sprung a tight lip
Cried inside and became quietly sick
At my incompetence of dealing with that other gender clique
My notions toward women were always quite dick
But she makes me want to turn a magic trick
To be a better man, a real man who knows how to stick
To a job, a mortage, a marriage eternally romantic
I love her to the point that it's neurotic
Without her I'm a hopeless alcoholic
Yet when I see her my tongue is catatonic
Beause rejection would pierce my heart with an ice pick

***

She was a material perfection in my mind
Beautiful, womanly, graceful, one of a kind
Born not of us but an angel released from Heaven's bind
O, how God would weep if he knew of the radiance he left behind
In a land of darkness for me to find
And found her I did and it nearly burned my eyes blind
Famished for her love, on her beauty I ravenously dined
Though my tongue would taste cherry, twas a poisonous pit my jaw did grind
For a cigarette nestled on her lips smoked about as her radiance declined
Underneath her breath taking bosom were breath ruined lungs that cancer lined
For weeks thereafter I bemoaned and ached and painfully whined
How in our material land all is faulty, perfection is conjured only in the mind

***

The time is near
The warnings are clear
A rumbling I hear
Of my soul casting off the fear
Singing to my ear
A glorious cheer
To plunge full gear
At the burden I bare
Of life's ultimate dare
To snag the one so dear
And make us a pair
Untill I breath no more air

***

Soul drowning in a sea of pain
Heart reaping a field of bitter grain
Head sprinting down memory lane
Lips yearning for the drink again
Eyes flowing like puffy clouds of rain
Nose running like a polluted drain
Fists careening against the wall like a train
Knuckles bruised to a blotchy black stain
Face reddened to a martian plain
Jaw feels to be beaten loose with a cane
Sanity unable to maintain
Mind flying about like a hurricane
Tongue caressing the barrel to guide the bullet to my brain
Angel of death, release from from my angel of love who treats me with disdain

***

Flashback to the day my father talked to me
Told me to enjoy my youth with the fullest glee
That child's the only time I'll be free
I wasn't sure what he meant so I buried it in memory
Went on about my day, my summer, my life without worry
And now flashing back do I finally see
With burning eyes shut, I envision so clearly
The inevitable turmoil of his farseeing prophecy
Realized in a paper unconceived to be turned in tomorrow by three

ForgottenKnight · 12-23-2003, 10:35 PM

Wow... It's tough to make the whole poem rhyme with one sound. I very much enjoyed reading through each and every one of these. Thank you very much for posting these for us all to enjoy!

vonstalhein · 12-24-2003, 03:45 AM

I loved the second one,how long did that take you?!

Journeyman · 12-24-2003, 02:17 PM

Not sure. I don't think I spent more than an hour on any one of them, though.

Jadey · 12-24-2003, 09:07 PM

hey that's some great stuff. I especially liked "the godess I will never know" one, and then the last two.

Do you have more?

Journeyman · 12-24-2003, 11:39 PM

None that rhyme in that fashion, no.

Thanks all, btw. Validation feels so good!

HiThereDear · 12-27-2003, 02:38 PM

i really liked them - some nice honesty and openness that im sure most can relate to and enjoy. bring out the others, the non-rhyming.

J.R.V.A. · 01-31-2004, 02:31 PM

I really liked them too, the first one made me laugh

12-23-2003, 02:08 AM	#1 (permalink)
Journeyman Like John Goodman, but not. Location: SFBA, California	Poems, 2 years old When you're a booth jockey for a xmas tree farm, there's nothing to do, so I made poems that rhyme the whole way through. All the women who rejected me Masturbation is my only tranquility Brings me toward serenity Away from harsh reality Fork left to insanity Fork right to finality Neither road sets me free Traveling either is just as lonely Now and forever do I need thee All you women who rejected me * O, What a glorius summer it was But comes to an end it must and does My youth bogged down by academics, "Just because" School serves only to kill my summer buzz Is there nothing, no one who can bring back the Cloud-Nine Fuzz Of the days that my glorious summer was * Another dull, drab semester awaits Some students like to explode through the gates Knowing that straight-A's rest patiently in thier fates While I grind through the numbered dates Some courses I enjoy, some that everyone hates Either one I drift between waking and sleeping states Professor never notices as he mentally masturbates Mention the tiniest tidbit and nap while he elaborates Five minutes till end of session and everyone salivates End of the day and I meet up with my mates Express end-of-the-day joys and he relates But strolling on our way out I saw a life that no art imitates A woman so wonderful I knew only God creates Born of no humans simpleton conjugates Beauty so breath taking it suffocates Though my lungs are paralyzed my heart elates Suddenly my situation here complicates Yes, another beautiful semester awaits * There she strolls to and fro A polluted glimpse through the window Sprint outside to look high and low A sea of regular Janes and Joes Heart aching to gaze upon my graceful doe To quench a thirst my soul suffers so A wound torn open by that well-known arrow Sprung from the strand of Cupid's bow In the last fleeting moment I'm privy to the show The angelic silhouette on the horizon growing low I weep inside as I watch her go The goddess whom I know I'll never know * My heart's set on this girl so sweet Plain perfection from head to feet Alpha member of the female elite Perish the thought and the thinker be beat That I could surmount such a hard fought feat Of carrying these legs of concrete All the way across the barren street Straight into certain defeat And blunder my way into our first meet * Saw her again and the butterflies came quick Lost my courage and sprung a tight lip Cried inside and became quietly sick At my incompetence of dealing with that other gender clique My notions toward women were always quite dick But she makes me want to turn a magic trick To be a better man, a real man who knows how to stick To a job, a mortage, a marriage eternally romantic I love her to the point that it's neurotic Without her I'm a hopeless alcoholic Yet when I see her my tongue is catatonic Beause rejection would pierce my heart with an ice pick * She was a material perfection in my mind Beautiful, womanly, graceful, one of a kind Born not of us but an angel released from Heaven's bind O, how God would weep if he knew of the radiance he left behind In a land of darkness for me to find And found her I did and it nearly burned my eyes blind Famished for her love, on her beauty I ravenously dined Though my tongue would taste cherry, twas a poisonous pit my jaw did grind For a cigarette nestled on her lips smoked about as her radiance declined Underneath her breath taking bosom were breath ruined lungs that cancer lined For weeks thereafter I bemoaned and ached and painfully whined How in our material land all is faulty, perfection is conjured only in the mind * The time is near The warnings are clear A rumbling I hear Of my soul casting off the fear Singing to my ear A glorious cheer To plunge full gear At the burden I bare Of life's ultimate dare To snag the one so dear And make us a pair Untill I breath no more air * Soul drowning in a sea of pain Heart reaping a field of bitter grain Head sprinting down memory lane Lips yearning for the drink again Eyes flowing like puffy clouds of rain Nose running like a polluted drain Fists careening against the wall like a train Knuckles bruised to a blotchy black stain Face reddened to a martian plain Jaw feels to be beaten loose with a cane Sanity unable to maintain Mind flying about like a hurricane Tongue caressing the barrel to guide the bullet to my brain Angel of death, release from from my angel of love who treats me with disdain *** Flashback to the day my father talked to me Told me to enjoy my youth with the fullest glee That child's the only time I'll be free I wasn't sure what he meant so I buried it in memory Went on about my day, my summer, my life without worry And now flashing back do I finally see With burning eyes shut, I envision so clearly The inevitable turmoil of his farseeing prophecy Realized in a paper unconceived to be turned in tomorrow by three

12-23-2003, 10:35 PM	#2 (permalink)
ForgottenKnight Jesus Freak Location: Following the light...	Wow... It's tough to make the whole poem rhyme with one sound. I very much enjoyed reading through each and every one of these. Thank you very much for posting these for us all to enjoy! __________________ "People say I'm strange, does that make me a stranger?"

12-24-2003, 03:45 AM	#3 (permalink)
vonstalhein Insane Location: Where You Live.	I loved the second one,how long did that take you?! __________________ No Win No Fee

01-31-2004, 02:31 PM	#8 (permalink)
J.R.V.A. Junkie Location: Utah	I really liked them too, the first one made me laugh __________________ And as she plays, her sweet song of laughter floats through the air and warms my heart

12-24-2003, 02:17 PM	#4 (permalink)
Journeyman Like John Goodman, but not. Location: SFBA, California	Not sure. I don't think I spent more than an hour on any one of them, though.

12-24-2003, 09:07 PM	#5 (permalink)
Jadey This Space For Rent Location: Davenport, Iowa	hey that's some great stuff. I especially liked "the godess I will never know" one, and then the last two. Do you have more?

12-24-2003, 11:39 PM	#6 (permalink)
Journeyman Like John Goodman, but not. Location: SFBA, California	None that rhyme in that fashion, no. Thanks all, btw. Validation feels so good!

12-27-2003, 02:38 PM	#7 (permalink)
HiThereDear Insane	i really liked them - some nice honesty and openness that im sure most can relate to and enjoy. bring out the others, the non-rhyming.