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Unread 04-24-2001, 03:23 PM
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Maybe it's raisins in your cereal, those foul little pellets. Maybe it's a wrong number ripping you out of the bathtub. Maybe it's the guy downstairs, the one who plays Eminem at full throttle at 3AM. Here's your chance. Vent!

To provide inspiration, a great cursing poem by Robert Francis follows. (Yours need not be as long!) Like his, let your poem "take on" one of the little annoyances of life, not one of the big injustices, and let it avoid scatalogy. Have fun!

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The Buzz Plane

May my Irish grandfather from Tyrells Pass
Grant me the grace to make a proper curse on you, accursed!
You who on a holy Sabbath or a fair holiday
Buzz and circle above my head like the progeny
Of the miscegenation of a buzzard and a bumble-bee.

The great bombers I hate with a lofty hatred,
But you, Harpy, with your unspeakable clatter,
Your sputtering, stuttering, and you know what,
Queering both my music and my silence,
I despise as the perfection of pure nuisance.

Where is the wind-wailed island of mist and seagulls,
Where is the mountain crag mounting to eagles,
Where is the saint's cell, the hermit's citadel,
The nine bean rows and the hive for the honey bee,
Safe from your snoopings, swoopings, and defilements?

May your wife be a gad, a goad, and a gadfly.
May all your bawling, brawling brats never leave you peace.
May you grow bald and birds defile your head.
May your flights be tailspins and your landings crashes.
Fie, fie, fie on you! And the word has power!


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Unread 04-25-2001, 02:08 AM
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Here's an old one of mine. I'll also work on a new one.

You, I hate


I'm sorry, but it is you I hate.
Not as I hated my father
with passion deep with each strike
he made on my bare ass.
Not as I hate the power men
who kill my people in the name of
some cruel god I do not know.
Not as I hate money that makes one man
beg and scratch un-helped by
the fat ones.
But you, I hate and I am sorry
for you are not worth
that much emotion
or even this poem.



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Procrastination


Nemesis to accomplishment
Bane of success
Thief to fulfillment
Procrastination,
I call the rage of hell upon you

Slithering snake, consuming time
Swallowing wonderfully conceived plans
Procrastination,
I anticipate your demise
And will dance as I defile your tomb

May your efforts earn you
A vile post in the vilest of hells
And may any offspring you spew
into this world be cursed with
Procrastination


-Lila Waste, April 2001-


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Unread 04-26-2001, 08:26 AM
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Timothy, what I want for you is not a grave;
a place for the other mis-martyered to come
and seek your counsel.

For you I want a dark corner of concrete
where all day, like prayer,
some one will speak the names of those
you buried.

A tone just outside your door
in a voice lower than a whisper,
like the scraping of a fingernail
against the wall.

The type of near silence your bomb routed to life.

When you close your eyes I will introduce light
the way a child opens the eyelid of a sleepng parent
asking if anyone is home.

This light will look for life inside your eyes.

But what I want for you most is a weight
for the end of time, like the load a parent
of a dead child drags through their days
waiting for peace.

And this, Timothy, I want you to carry forever.






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Unread 04-26-2001, 08:37 AM
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Not Me

There’s a child in my house
that I have never seen.
He moved in uninvited
and never consoled me.
He leaves crumbs upon the counter,
dirty dishes in the sink,
laundry on the bathroom floor,
empty milk gallons from which to drink,
and when I asked, "Who did this?",
all replied quite certainly,
“I don’t know Mom, I didn’t do it,
really Mom...Not Me."
This child is so sneaky,
he destroys almost everything,
he broke my antique table
and stole my wedding ring.
He cut off the dog’s whiskers
spilt mustard on the rug,
and when I asked, "Who did this!",
my children only shrugged.
He leaves the lights on in every room,
lets water drip, drip, drip,
throws garbage right next to the can,
and leaves toys around to trip.
So I bought him a Christmas present,
for which he never showed to claim.
I wrapped it with a big red bow,
and on the tag I wrote his name.
My children asked, "Oh, who’s that for?"
I held the package up with glee.
"Oh, this Playstation game?
....I bought it for Not Me."
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Unread 04-26-2001, 06:18 PM
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Thou hideous shard-borne flap-dragon!

Thou waggish full-gorged jolthead!

Thou warped toad-spotted gudgeon!

Thou vacant rough-hewn pumpion!

Thou lewd fool-born bugbear!


If you're short of a few ideas for insults, I recommend The Random Elizabethan Curse Generator at the following address. As you can see, you get some excellent ideas!
http://www.tower.org/insult/insult.

How DO you post a working link?

Nigel
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Nigel,

Random Elizabethan Curse Generator

If you'll push 'quote' on this post you'll see the coding!

Looks like an interesting place.


Quote:
Originally posted by Nigel Holt:
Thou hideous shard-borne flap-dragon!

Thou waggish full-gorged jolthead!

Thou warped toad-spotted gudgeon!

Thou vacant rough-hewn pumpion!

Thou lewd fool-born bugbear!


If you're short of a few ideas for insults, I recommend The Random Elizabethan Curse Generator at the following address. As you can see, you get some excellent ideas!
http://www.tower.org/insult/insult.

How DO you post a working link?

Nigel


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"Limits"

The Sister is not Sisyphus, to learn
From this recalcitrance, another way.
And right up to the end the fist stays clenched,
And right up to the last, the bitter words:

As if he were the only one who bombed.
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No Bijou Girl
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Do not accuse me of a feline mien;
you may mistake disdain for kitten's coy.
I am no toy, no gilded top
that spins a glittered path across
the table top.

I am no pearl, no bijou girl
to grace monsieur's fine earlobe or
his pinky ring.

I'm hard as glass, a brittle churl
to hurl an insult as a stone
against a window pane.

So do not toy with me,
I'm plainly quite a fright,
a knife slice in the night.
Your pain is my delight,
and I will batter bruises on
your sternum bone.

I've had enough of men. I'd sooner slit
your wit than kiss your hem, and you
can take your pride and hide
it where the blows won't show.
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Unread 05-08-2001, 01:50 PM
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Well, I couldn't resist this--not something to be proud of--and I sort of think good clean cursing is like good clean sex, nowhere near as fun as great sex. And it's not free; somehow the subject seemed to demand the mortifying rigor of formal verse. Here goes.

POET'S OATH

It gives me no joy to acknowledge you here,
You mezcal-less worm, you flat glass of beer.

I'd live well not knowing you, too, were alive,
You echoless canyon, you honeyless hive.

Your vacuum-like mind Mother Nature abhors,
You midnight drip faucet, you borer of bores.

You drool on your foolscap and call it a poem,
You night without moonlight, you sea with no foam.

What God would employ you in His cosmic joke?
You're proof without pudding, no fire, all smoke.

It's said we've evolved from more primitive species;
In your case the source might be fly-breeding feces.

The alchemist claims, "As above, so below."
If true, you've inflated your codpiece for show.

Divorce law decrees we stay wed 'til proved guilty--
Your Muse sues on cause of incompatibility.

If Satan exists, I'll demand, should I meet him,
That he force you to read your poems ad infinitum.

If loving one's neighbor is our great commandment,
I pity folks next to your spiritual tenement.

For nothing annoys so much as a loud poet
Whose verses tell of his great gift but don't show it.

Quote:
Originally posted by Kate Benedict:
Maybe it's raisins in your cereal, those foul little pellets. Maybe it's a wrong number ripping you out of the bathtub. Maybe it's the guy downstairs, the one who plays Eminem at full throttle at 3AM. Here's your chance. Vent!

To provide inspiration, a great cursing poem by Robert Francis follows. (Yours need not be as long!) Like his, let your poem "take on" one of the little annoyances of life, not one of the big injustices, and let it avoid scatalogy. Have fun!

-----
The Buzz Plane

May my Irish grandfather from Tyrells Pass
Grant me the grace to make a proper curse on you, accursed!
You who on a holy Sabbath or a fair holiday
Buzz and circle above my head like the progeny
Of the miscegenation of a buzzard and a bumble-bee.

The great bombers I hate with a lofty hatred,
But you, Harpy, with your unspeakable clatter,
Your sputtering, stuttering, and you know what,
Queering both my music and my silence,
I despise as the perfection of pure nuisance.

Where is the wind-wailed island of mist and seagulls,
Where is the mountain crag mounting to eagles,
Where is the saint's cell, the hermit's citadel,
The nine bean rows and the hive for the honey bee,
Safe from your snoopings, swoopings, and defilements?

May your wife be a gad, a goad, and a gadfly.
May all your bawling, brawling brats never leave you peace.
May you grow bald and birds defile your head.
May your flights be tailspins and your landings crashes.
Fie, fie, fie on you! And the word has power!

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