[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('OilIsMastery', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('PenultimateManStanding', 'W')hy can't I move to Paraguay

[PenultimateManStanding]

You're gonna need an ocean
that petroleum lotion
She'll get you in Dutch
You can use but best
Not too much

Poison Oil oileeo leo
Poison Oil oileeo leo

Late at night while you're sleepin'
Oil Depletion comes a creepin'
around how how hound.

[PenultimateManStanding]

Broker says it's fine you know
Keep your cash with me you know
he said so
Keep your cash with me
And you'll be fine

I'm so sad, so sad that I heard
Words so bad, it really is absurd
Cash all gone just watch it go
Just the thing they don't want to know.

Contemplating oil
And I ain't glad.

[PenultimateManStanding]

Let me tell you 'bout the oil and the gas
How it saves your lame ass
How it really gives a pass
'Fore the world turns to glass

It's time you learned
About the facts of life
Darling from A to Z

Let me tell you 'bout the Media Whores
And all the resource wars
A girl and a guy
can poke 'em in the eye

Darling I'm blah blah blah.

[PenultimateManStanding]

Oil Oil you are my candy girl
I just can't believe I'm wanting you
I just can't believe it's true

When I kissed you girl
I knew how high buildings could be
Now they're building them
In Arabeeeeeee!

Sugar, Sugar sugar
You're just ethanol dear
and a lot of people will starve.

[Bas]

keep it up PMS and soon we'll have enough material for our very own bundle!

[PenultimateManStanding]

I was singing yesterday, but I'm not singing today. Let's hear your poems.

[drgoodword]

I thought I'd resurrect this thread with this little trifle...



The Great Collapse

You don't know how high your chair is,
or how steep the slope you will ride.
The desert is gasping its last black breath
and with it the life you know will die.

You slept while others toiled in misery.
You feasted while millions cried for food.
You built your house by a well of drying mud
and now you cower from the raging multitudes.

[Quagmire]

To the tune of "If I Only Had a Brain" (from Over The Rainbow) by Harold Arlen:

"I remember times of drivin'
Dashboard moments, no more strivin'
Cruising coast to coast!
Oh a beer and a doobie,
And some tunes on the tubie,
Now it's all been turned to toast!

(chorus)
Oh I remember when
These roads were full of cars;
Now the pavement has alot of scars;
You want some gas?
cough up the cash!

I could still be in here thinkin'
Instead of outside blinkin',
exhausted from the toil;
I could be a happy fellow,
I could still be sorta mellow,
If I only had some oil!"

( repeat chorus and first verse)

[RedStateGreen]

We feel true seasons
Summer hot and winter cold
Oil's comfort has gone

[Peleg]

PMS has changed his tune
Once he complained there was no need
For art or music or harp or lute
Now finds vent in prose and deed

Here is one I am working on for a little poetry competition this summer. It is still getting work done, so go easy.


Consumer Orgy

What do you see?
What do you see?
When you look upward?

What do you hear?
When you open your ears?
What do you hear?

I see a Great Pyramid standing over the Earth
I hear an orgy progressing in the dark

Joy to advance yourself, YOURSELF!
It’s all about you, and it’s all about me

Empty spirits bread empty souls
Pursue vanity as if it flees from us
Purpose to arrive at nothing and succeed

To consume is the only right
Do the good you crave in the dark
And your evil in the light

Fear not God’s opinion
His arm is so short, He cannot hear
What does not exist ought not to be feared

And if you find yourself so disposed
Chase the stars
Follow, follow and find nothing

Spend all the wealth of the earth in one day
A spree of gleeful enticement
Worship yourself by proxy

And when the far country calls there is no joy
Consumption is cut off
It makes no sense does it?

Ears that are dull and eyes that are dim
Art of the soul
Showing faithfully what lies within

I can’t understand what you’re saying
I see you there only as a ghost

A Martian specter of civilization lost
It was ourselves we sold
We were not bothered with the cost

Goods that do good
A novel concept to be sure
And who decides
If good is good enough?

Who decides anything at all?

[PenultimateManStanding]

Prices high, darling, danke schoen
depletion's high still the profits gain
sweet crude flows so decreasingly
fungus rots the wheat but the meat
s' what we eat, people bleat

Danke schoen, peak oil, danke schoen
pourin' rain, endless pouring rain
casts a pall, global systems fall
so we know the rest, what a mess
here's a guess, crashes all

Danke schoen, moths fly in the flame
Gettin' bad then more the same
I can see doom carved in a tree
Fates all entertwined, for all time
Not so fine, pour more wine

[Quagmire]

requiem for the oil age #9

when like glass this fragile earth
swells and shatters
the high soprano cries of

lost songbirds:

"...though nothing can bring back the hour
of splendor in the grass
of glory in the flower..."

ahhhh

but the moon grieves saltwater pools
swell her foreign face
breathing stone into sand.

ashes to ashes.

this vague life, a moment of sleep
in a baby's room, an old wolf's dream,
one last refrain.

one last goodbye.

the forest remains sweet
in our memories
but vanishes when imagination fades.


Quagmire

[PenultimateManStanding]

I found your poetic offering very good, quagmire, befitting an artist. But it put my poem based on Danke Schoen on a back page, no fault of your own. I spent over an hour on that, trying to perfect the rhyme and rhythm and imagery for all my peak oil friends. Here it is again, call me vain, danke schoen. Peak oil pain, can't explain. Made it plain, and what do you think of Bruce Willis' new Die Hard movie?


Prices high, darling, danke schoen
depletion's high still the profits gain
sweet crude flows so decreasingly
fungus rots the wheat but the meat
s' what we eat, people bleat

Danke schoen, peak oil, danke schoen
pourin' rain, endless pouring rain
casts a pall, global systems fall
so we know the rest, what a mess
here's a guess, crashes all

Danke schoen, moths fly in the flame
Gettin' bad then more the same
I can see doom carved in a tree
Fates all entertwined, for all time
Not so fine, pour more wine

[mercurygirl]

I like it, PMS. It's obvious you put some effort into it. Too bad Wayne Newton mispronounced schoen.

Here are some stanzas from an old classic (you must know it), inspired by your last line.
It would take me years to write anything as good as everyone else has, so pardon the confiscation.

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', 'A')h, make the most of what we yet may spend,
Before we too into the Dust Descend;
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer and--sans End!

Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries
"Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There."

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.

And this I know: whether the one True Light,
Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite,
One Glimpse of It within the Tavern caught
Better than in the Temple lost outright.

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('mercurygirl', 'I') like it, PMS. It's obvious you put some effort into it. Too bad Wayne Newton mispronounced schoen.

[mercurygirl]

I'm pouting because you did not admire my Fitzgerald offerings. I could talk poetry all night and admire those who have that talent.

[Quagmire]

PMS:

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('', '"')Danke schoen, moths fly in the flame
Gettin' bad then more the same
I can see doom carved in a tree
Fates all entertwined, for all time
Not so fine, pour more wine"

[Quagmire]

Ok: here's my magnum opus:

to the tune of:

"Stairway to Heaven" by Led Zepplin

"Tho they're pumping galore
there just isn't any more
it's peakoil and no pipeline to Houston.
ooh, ooh, and it's dry in the pipeline to heaven.

some folks think it's ok
'things will always be this way'
but they're stuck in their old ways of living.
and they're piping a dreamline to nowhere.

I don't know, can it go?
tell me that it isn't so,
it's peak oil and my gas tank is empty.
ooh, ooh, and she's searching the pipelines of Houston.

Oh i still wonder why,
should I laugh , should I cry?
or just weave thru the threads of this website?
ooh, ooh, and she's searching these threads for an answer.

I'm afraid this is it,
can I just have one more hit
on the oil in your pipeline to heaven?
ooh, ooh, it's peakoil and the pipeline is empty.
ooh, ooh, it's peakoil and the pipeline is empty."


Q.