One Line Never Ending Poem

Originally posted by nimzophysh
as sapphire and garlic pollute the Strand

and the Maître d's of Manhattan pinned photos of nimzophysh in their kitchens

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
and the Maître d's of Manhattan pinned photos of nimzophysh in their kitchens

while Gog and Magog ate pork in vertical New York

Originally posted by nimzophysh
while Gog and Magog ate pork in vertical New York

on the hoof with total disregard for prevailing public opinion

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
on the hoof with total disregard for prevailing public opinion

an opinion of the masses who sat upon their asses

Originally posted by nimzophysh
an opinion of the masses who sat upon their asses

And in Ars Poetica, Archibald McLeish said: " A Poem Should Not Mean But Be"; what say you?

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
And in Ars Poetica, Archibald McLeish said: " A Poem Should Not Mean But Be"; what say you?

a poem should be the nectar of the soul, the light in the heart

Originally posted by coquette
a poem should be the nectar of the soul, the light in the heart

... and that was the morning and evening of the 3rd day outside the caul in which it had previously slept

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
... and that was the morning and evening of the 3rd day outside the caul in which it had previously slept

and an angry god smiled
as the spittle from his twisted lips
ran down as burning rain

and the man laughed, and the woman cried,

Originally posted by Suzianne
and the man laughed, and the woman cried,

Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden

Originally posted by nimzophysh
Upon the beach where hound dogs bay
At ships with tattooed sails
Heading for the Gates of Eden

... naked except for minimal coverings of their nether regions hastily sewn of fig leaves
having been booted out for violating the one term of service in that pristine garden

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
... naked except for minimal coverings of their nether regions hastily sewn of fig leaves
having been booted out for violating the one term of service in that pristine garden

"Keep Off The Grass"

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
"Keep Off The Grass"

From across the forbidden grass
my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.

Originally posted by nimzophysh
From across the forbidden grass
my lover comes to me
And tells me of her dreams
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse
Into the ditch of what each one means
At times I think there are no words
But these to tell what's true
And there are no truths outside the Gates of Eden.

But lies lie
Beneath the burning ground
Upon which man alone
Has trodden in years past

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
But lies lie
Beneath the burning ground
Upon which man alone
Has trodden in years past

there are only three choices and three choices only:
hunker down; give up; hmm, what was three?