September 30, 2010

Introduction

Thank you
for the open-armed welcome
to
Biggest Poetry eBlog.
I promise to use powers
of words to make world
better place for words and
word-reading people.
Thank you
for letting me make promises
Thank you all the time
for reading all my words.
My condolences.
Let's have a good time.

September 29, 2010

human

I get it n have been
Getting it
Do understand n
Have been
Do know it
Have just understood it
now
Yet I hear it new
"Best know it"
Hear you
Now

September 22, 2010

my best poem Ev3r

the dogs
at the
top of this page
are so cute. I mean
the ones on
the
"big poem blog"
ban-
ner
above.

September 18, 2010

fb

did you know
that Facebook
is stupid?
well,
as a matter of fact
it is.
but it's cool
because I
deleted mine
before everyone else did.

emily

I think I can masturbate
forever.
Just
give me a book,
take away the women,
and take away the rest of
the women.
All that I need is
text and
type and
word and
letter and
print
. Give me
no pussy;
but blurry,
pixilated,
googled pussy.

And a hand,
mine, preferably.

September 6, 2010

Pepper

Lulululu says the man,
but he always liked the smell of fresh hay.
He rubbed against a wooden post
in front of the horses.

"Sick man, sick man" they say.
They threw a stone at his chest,
and it caused his mouth to quiver
with wet.

What does it mean?
"are there angels?", says the little boy.
Who is he?
"what kind of rub was it?" asks the midwife.

Only the she-horse knew,
she told me though, laughing, that he
accidentally bumped the post in the dark.

And then she catapulted towards a rainbow stream,
sprouted wings
and cried out over the blue sky,
"There is no heaven for a she-horse! HAHA,
but I can harness the energies nonetheless!"
And with that
her laser eyes
BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM

Peppin

A rich man pisses off the side of his yacht,
his leathery sunburned skin glistening with spray,
his speckled beard trimmed in a meticulous way,
holding an imported french bier.
"this is a sight"
says the dolphin mate,
"to see such a spectacle here".
three jellyfish beneath begin to sway,
to and fro, to and fro,
then five more appear as well.
They begin to gyrate and
swell
They begin to wiggle back and forth
in a pulsating rhythm of jiggling flesh
the rich man falls into the sea, drunk.
The jellyfish incorporate his body into their sick dance,
dance of death, dance of death
It's beautiful, they reclaim their Earth and
feast

horn donkey

tit-milk,
in a blue cup,
casts a long shadow down,
down over the sound of a hill-knob sundays.

For do we not emerge from the grasses,
the plains,
the soft clay of the earth,
and the stones of plenty?

I have seen them,
the ones hidden behind the white door,
and locked deep within a
cavern,
they are smooth,
soft,
bald,
bad,
sad men.

qqqqqqq

What is a person who
Thinks publish poetry
Is her a insane
So write a poem
Want to dszcribe a different
Knowing. What does he
Want to know
Everything

September 5, 2010

poem

You only married him, Jim,
Because you were
AFRAID of being homeless

Smother
Smother

Vegan soy hemp smoothie
Smoother

Afraid of death,
Plan for futu re
Invest in Soy

September 4, 2010

Shane

For all I know
Shane is
not
a real person.
Jared created him,
lives him,
is Shane's existence inside
Seattle Brown Town home.
Sends letters to
himself from Thailand.
What is Georgia?
Paid airfare, host family
cooks you dinner, three hundred dollars monthly stipend/
or
Sit in bars, drink the drinks,
taking pictures of pigs and pomeranians.
Prove it
deep fry food.

September 3, 2010

# of bunz

1 bun 2 bun 3 bun,
One half bun
Have a bun
What will you have on it
What kind
What kind
Bun

September 2, 2010

No problem, unit shipped
Moved
designed, sold
Sold sold
moved down the line
Recreated, destroyed
Tiny little meanings
Attractions
Transactions
Another, another
Another
Move through the system

Osvaldo

No no no,
oft Alonso -
Why will you not eat the small food?
- Make food big food.
Alonso -
Eat Mexico, Saudi Arabia!

Parents Eating Meat, Pt. 2

Mother Egg
Oh, Winter Egg.
Give. Dear please give.
What types of ovary products do you eat?
My oh why.

Sir oh Sir.

September 1, 2010

Cloud

Whispy cloud
o'er my head
what mysteries do you hide?

Do you obscure fantastic worlds?
or are you the subject i am seeking?
whispy cloud
whispy

Cover me
from the rest
cover me
whispy air-cloud
you cloud