[Petro]

Bliss

Some water
some dark light
some one...beside me
bliss is what we thought
we knew
bliss all that’s new
some bad man beside me
now
bliss has me
bliss carried me
now I miss dry
now I miss my wife
and children
grandma and I’m
tired
bliss fires
and ‘round and ‘round
death lies
outside
and this life
a bliss life
but I’m tired
and death lies outside
bliss
down around my ankles
and this life
lies down

[Petro]

Absolute Uncertainty
(the equalizer)

And now it ends
—now I find
all things left unsaid
hide behind
like a land mine
these are my legs
I give oh yeah
these are my arms
my friends
spread them
all around
and ‘round
let me shine
spread me all around
feel out
oh park outside
by my Cadillac
yeah park yourself
outside oh yeah
bring down the
love thing
that magnetic
sort of love thing
and pass it—
that love thing—all around
breath it down
let my light shine
give me that DU life-line
and spread it all around
and ‘round

[PenultimateManStanding]

so who says that
lines of poetry
can't go
past
one
or two
words
per line?
where are
the metrics?
you need metrics

[Madpaddy]

you need metrics,
and more,
pyrotechnics,
and food galore,
maybe some ammo,
and a willing whore,
maybe some jam and buns,
whatever you can get from the store,
this is the USA man not LIMA,
where's the aid,
where the f..k is FEMA

[Madpaddy]

you need metrics,
and more,
pyrotechnics,
and food galore,
maybe some ammo,
and a willing whore,
maybe some jam and buns,
whatever you can get from the store,
this is the USA man not LIMA,
where's the aid,
where the f..k is FEMA

[PenultimateManStanding]

I wouldn't want to be too critical of efforts to be poetic. Think of it as constructive criticism. One thing that's fun to do is to take known patterns and rework them:

A long long time ago
The blooms all died
and laid aside
the Mesozoic Shine
now we draw it down
and hear the sound
of screeching as we run a-ground
and come at last to rue the day
we ever started out this way
and hit the final end of the line

Now February makes us shiver
There's still more bad news to deliver
Evil tidings at the doorstep
But we must still take one more step

There's nowhere now to run and hide
This slick tech world is truth denied
And I can't say that I ever cried
The Day The Oil Fields Died

So bye bye big American pie
Can't drive no Chevy to the levy
Cuz the pumps are all dry
Them good ol' boys
they're all dropping like flies
And this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

Now for so many years we've been on a roll
Life is grand when you've got all that oil
Ah but that's not how its going to beeeeeeee
We thought we'd live the good life and never look past
To see a day of doom but now its coming fast
And the energy just was never all that freeeeeeeee

And while the oil came from the ground
Pollutants spread for miles around
The courtroom was adjourned
And the verdict was returned
As the lefties read from the Book of Marx
And paved the world up with concrete parks
While we sang dirges in the dark
The Day The Oil Fields Died

And we were singing
Bye bye big American pie
Can't drive no Chevy to the levy
Cuz the pumps are all dry
Them good ol' boys
Are all now dropping like flies
And this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die

I'm weary now of such wretched news
How can I shake these peak oil blues
I guess there's really just no waaayyyyyyy
And as the blame spreads through creation
Destroying every sovereign nation
There's really nothing left to saaayyyyyyyyy

And in the streets the children screamed
Poets died and lovers dreamed
But not a word was spoken
The church bells all were broken
And the three things I desired most
Peace and Love and buttered toast
They caught the last train for the coast
The Day The Oil Fields Died

And we were singing
Bye bye big American pie
Can't drive no Chevy to the levy
Cuz the pumps are all dry
Them good ol' boys
Are all now dropping like flies
And this'll be the day that I die
This'll be the day that I die.

[Petro]

My Gentle Revolver

Kiss—It’s what I want
Kiss—It’s lips that taunt
It’s cold steel—It’s what
we feel
and that kick inside—It’s a new
deal
Down—It’s where
we should be
It’s not a misery
at least, not on my TV
Dumb things
and wannabes
all around in this
land of
opportunity
It’s a bright and
shiny place
It’s a sad
and teary—muddy face
It’s a cold revolver
It’s my gentle debt resolver
and It’s a busy market place
It’s my empty—
empty—
longing space

[Petro]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Madpaddy', 'y')ou need metrics,
and more,
pyrotechnics,
and food galore,
maybe some ammo,
and a willing whore,
maybe some jam and buns,
whatever you can get from the store,
this is the USA man not LIMA,
where's the aid,
where the f..k is FEMA

[Madpaddy]

So bye bye,
Georgyporgy pudding and pie,
New Orleans is in shit,
And gas prices are sky high,
Ring Jimmy Carter for solar DIY,
Or is it more likely Pigs will fly.

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Madpaddy', 'S')o bye bye,
Georgyporgy pudding and pie,
New Orleans is in shit,
And gas prices are sky high,
Ring Jimmy Carter for solar DIY,
Or is it more likely Pigs will fly.

[Madpaddy]

So bye bye,
Mississippi aint dry,
Lousiana is drowned,
And the water is 20 feet high,
Typhoid is coming,
And everyone's going to die,
It's enough to make a grown man cry.

[Doly]

I never really knew what the lyrics of American pie were about, but they're strangely relevant without anybody here corrupting them:

So bye-bye, miss american pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."

[Lukethedrifter]

The Ship Sets Off to Sail

It's with a heavy heart that I regress
and say the world will do with less.
The seconds tick like thunder clouds,
the thieves are sick of all the crowds.
The time has come, the ship is packed,
words were used with heartless tact.
They wait for us to buy and sell,
buy on debt and fund our hell.
The clock is watched, the rope is cut,
they sail away, down in your gut
you know what's right and whose to blame
but, to jail your self is not the same.