Open Poetry #13 |
Mush |
Embers_Before_God Member
since 2001-03-06
Posts 101USA |
Oh please, Write some mush for me. It’s been so long Since I read your trash, Those lovely little odes That make hearts pump and thrash And eyes turn with yearning lust. Yet your pen lacks the trust That can only come From within your soul And your eyes bode What your future holds. Turn out, if you will, your heart And see it lacks the hue That makes a bard feel true And sits you amongst the crowd Rather than far apart. Despite your use of subtle hints, Your lavish style, fonts and prints, I see behind that Don Juan guise And know the truth behind the lies. Let the blood in your veins Be the ink you use Instead of the mush you muse And the words you abuse, Which is but a ruse. ~~~OR~~~ Pain thy heart, Stab thou head, Search deep inside For that, which should be said. ‘Tis no easy task I ask of thee, Yet look inside And you shall see I speak with truth and honesty. But please, I beg of thee, Do not push That badly written mush. ***Just a note to say that this isn't directed at anyone other than myself. I hope all who read this understand that.*** TkB © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved Dance with me under the moon. Touch my pale skin. Devour me. Love me. [This message has been edited by Embers_Before_God (edited 03-24-2001).] |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I shall second that emotion! I do get tired of that really syrupy, mushy poetry that means nothing! Good reminder. |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I like my mush with melted butter sugar is too sweet Now I'll make some Malt-o-Meal 'cause you've made me hungry (~,^) couldn't resist.... and I shall refrain from writing same for a day or two .......maybe....... LOL.... enjoyed! |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
Those lovely little odes That make hearts pump and thrash And eyes turn with yearning lust. Yet your pen lacks the trust That can only come From within your soul And your eyes bode What your future holds. Turn out, if you will, your heart And see it lacks the hue That makes a bard feel true And sits you amongst the crowd Rather than far apart. Despite your use of subtle hints, Your lavish style, fonts and prints, I see behind that Don Juan guise And know the truth behind the lies. Let the blood in your veins Be the ink you use Instead of the mush you muse And the words you abuse, Which is but a ruse. ========================= Embers .. i love the premise of this... and the perspective... well done and clever writing... I was just talking to a friend about how weary I get of my cliche' muse. very cool write poet!! oh you speak to me in riddles |
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