Since we keep complaining about contemporary poetry, it's time to make our own contribution, Veeky Forums.
This is supposed to be semi-serious and not just a memefest like TLoTiaT, Hypersphere and Dreamscape.
docs.google.com
Contribute with a poem on current affairs, in any language you like!
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Can we not do satire, people will puropsely do dumb rupi shit
>"satires" is just the plural of "satire"
stupid?
"no"
Okay
Beautiful
Nah. Maybe three Veeky Forumsizens have read one collection of poetry written after ww2 (not counting Milk and Honey), being triggered by Rupi Kaur doesn't make you informed on the subject. Also that's a shitty cover and the poetry will be shitty and pretentious.
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Kek, the niggerfaggot, drumpf and phenomenology ones are pretty good
someone gay deleted it
It's back
holy shit this is gold
It was sort of funny but now it's gone.
Restored it.
Is there any way to lock a set number of pages and leave the rest open for editing?
It's all back
I posted my old Bukowski satire. There's a giant fucking space between it and the terrorist account, so I would appreciate somebody better with this program to fix that.
Link?
Nevermind, the columns aren't aligning right and it keeps coming out fucky. I'll fix it and post it tonight
Nice
Is the vandalism taking place some type of satire?
I pick up the pen
And press it on the paper
Forcing these frail words
Onto it
Tattooing these frail pains
On its back
Greater than 1984
This is oppression
You know what, maybe it's a better idea to have the actual work done on Veeky Forums and then compile the usable ones afterwards?
No it's satire
>Dreamscape
fuck man, I've missed this one completely!
When was it done, is it worth reading?
Homage to Homeric Seas, Beginnings as Ends and Too Smart 4 U are the best of the lot
Would love to see this stuff published, we just need a lot more of it
If we actually wanted to go for a semi-serious (of course these things are in nature not supposed to be high art), this is probably the best approach.
Maybe someone could open a new thread and copy over the good ones from this? I don't have a google account
>I don't have a google account
you don't need one, just go in the link and write on it
Sorry, I meant making a new one.
I guess that part could (I though of using google docs to compile it) could come later?
The problem with OP's document is that it's horribly defaced and there's not a whole lot we can do about it until he comes back, and even then that doesn't solve the problem
The Ballad of St. Thundercock
By Stacey Sheckelstein
To my Father
And his Iron Hand
Prologue
Our tale begins at the rusty loom of the Moirai, who with silken threads oh so fine indeed fashioned a fair youth of formidable might. You babble today as yesterday in your piss filled swamp of spirits stale, shackled in an echochamber with hollow toads of avarice – what do you know of this illuminating hue hue hue, but a scrawly caricature of a Darkened Sun? Pay attention, and joy shall be yours.
What Muses shall I invoke to sing his praise, but those delicate nymphs - treasure of the Earth! - with their petite feets and glossy toes wrapped in black heels of leathery strips, with limb legs and muscular thighs veiled in a smothering smoothness of the sharpness of the blade, with their childish tummy and their motherly breasts screaming softly from the fabric of their lightly donned dress, with nude shoulders curved and graceful fingers slick, with the conniving whiteness of their teeth protruding from lips soaked in drooling thirst, with eyes of a silent frenzy to pierce the souls of many men. Scream like Banshees for the meager man, but for Thundercock, sing indeed they will.
What Empires to conquer with warm steel and cold blood, but to slither in a suit and drink the rivers dry with the bloated bastion of bamboozlers nesting in a Nepotistic sham. What cross our hero bears, this copper necklace as a Pascalian vager worn. Of sorrow, the artists curse, he knows not – spare your learned lectures and pious preaching for the melancholic mass. Blessed is he, our Abraxas.
This. Google docs just end up getting fucked with.
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let it die
Fuck it
Here is my poem, please add it OP and format it good. I am clearly unable too.
pastebin.com
Just wrote some ebbin free verse about brick and mortar, plz approve edits