#legendary - Hello Poetry

---------- We are spotted and blemished and ring straked herds of milkable critters, we are modifiable metaphors for fountains of milk and honey, from the other side, breathing in and out, thinking jello seen through, to the bubble of me, from the one of you, in the discernible pixels one adjusts to ignore as the knowledge milk of conscious multi-tasking, driving and paying attention to a bubble popping book, a Yucca… in jellotime thought form, takes centuries for some to bloom, children believe, because why would the giant yuccas be called century plants, if not because they only bloom once in three generations to be seen, as a spikey life form familiar, in the live and let live desert, where we eat the snakes we **** Which causes jellotime to glup up a contrasting hueristic to guage color critical shades of orininating emotions, also known as answers matching evidence accepted as its self, as so, we see, it is, these words connect at attention applied, a hook, a will to have a go and making sense, in timeless pastless points, as art, around the time disease, and misperceptions, such enforce, hold that breathe thought as truth as manifest cruelty of mighty blobs of solid right to stand still and firm, a we form, from ancient orders, used to form first informers, thus inventing us, after dancing to explain, some where, in your learning control, taking hold of yourself, see the shape we may perceive, as we, the payers of attention needed to twist these threads, fine spiderkites from the pines, common at lattitudes about a third of the way up the sphere's gravitational truth compressing core, living idea, life at planatary participant level, poet, po. Poe, ever, more avsinthesis m'dear, Frankly, whether Einstein or Ben, said it, compounding, interest in flim flam, shaking it down, and pressing it into stone, on which a you are forms of us as others, redcoats fighting freedom living legos, universal, and one use, life is like that, and we the new ones, we adapt to our techknowlogos, as such, informing our selves of news and sighns, signaling slow down you read to fast, this is doubt, the feature, consciously functioning as qwerty guy, key element of know how, indirectly hanging by a thread in 'cient science, finding ling- ering tastes, and effects from kissing, stretching tongues intuitively knowing this is what they mean, or meant, that is, back when, it was said that forty million frenchmen, could not be wrong, about how we gonna keep down on the farm, after they've tasted the happy place, and tickled a childish fascination with words and a will, to make light of the dread, said by many orders of left mind tyrants, spiritual exercises in will worship, worth of a warrior learning there is no easy day, popping into my bubble. Easy entry, plop\ into the jellotime you had in mind, when the whole idea shivered, like a little rolling green hill, seen from the clouds, of course, we have Google's first score, point one in the assisting intelligence user's credo, be doers first, of nothing evil, follow ons, all your choice, the weapons used to pull down strongholds, mighty fortress forces repelling efforts to fit one trick legos into monstrosities as effective as George's Dragon, or my puff tincture, in the world of wonderful make believe, tune in, drip. Drip. Slip into the ABC years, percolater rythm post recordible television, black and white, during Disney-ification drills, preceded by prelingual exposure to Fantasia, reigning next oldest memory for which valid links to now exist, occurred at the White Rock Courts during the years after 1948, and a half, after Fantasia, was in local theaters, and GI Bills was not kicking enough, for rent in Phoenix and driving, back and forth up one side, down the other, old mind river she keep aggin' us on, she's no devil, no siree, that wombedman, she got papers on me. and wise wizardry between jewels as bright as earth seen from a distance, as we all oughta know, by now, as a hitchhiker's angel once said, yes, sidereal, crossing the Mohave at night, … pick the road from Vegas, two lanes, double yellow lines, easy for my cars lights to show, so I know, I am on the right side of this thing, this mound of telling stories found looted of all but the ghosts of its chances taken, on mob made rules.

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Jun 6, 2024

Jun 6, 2024 at 9:15 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Machts dues union ized

---------- We are spotted and blemished and ring straked herds of milkable critters, we are modifiable metaphors for fountains of milk and honey, from the other side, breathing in and out, thinking jello seen through, to the bubble of me, from the one of you, in the discernible pixels one adjusts to ignore as the knowledge milk of conscious multi-tasking, driving and paying attention to a bubble popping book, a Yucca… in jellotime thought form, takes centuries for some to bloom, children believe, because why would the giant yuccas be called century plants, if not because they only bloom once in three generations to be seen, as a spikey life form familiar, in the live and let live desert, where we eat the snakes we **** Which causes jellotime to glup up a contrasting hueristic to guage color critical shades of orininating emotions, also known as answers matching evidence accepted as its self, as so, we see, it is, these words connect at attention applied, a hook, a will to have a go and making sense, in timeless pastless points, as art, around the time disease, and misperceptions, such enforce, hold that breathe thought as truth as manifest cruelty of mighty blobs of solid right to stand still and firm, a we form, from ancient orders, used to form first informers, thus inventing us, after dancing to explain, some where, in your learning control, taking hold of yourself, see the shape we may perceive, as we, the payers of attention needed to twist these threads, fine spiderkites from the pines, common at lattitudes about a third of the way up the sphere's gravitational truth compressing core, living idea, life at planatary participant level, poet, po. Poe, ever, more avsinthesis m'dear, Frankly, whether Einstein or Ben, said it, compounding, interest in flim flam, shaking it down, and pressing it into stone, on which a you are forms of us as others, redcoats fighting freedom living legos, universal, and one use, life is like that, and we the new ones, we adapt to our techknowlogos, as such, informing our selves of news and sighns, signaling slow down you read to fast, this is doubt, the feature, consciously functioning as qwerty guy, key element of know how, indirectly hanging by a thread in 'cient science, finding ling- ering tastes, and effects from kissing, stretching tongues intuitively knowing this is what they mean, or meant, that is, back when, it was said that forty million frenchmen, could not be wrong, about how we gonna keep down on the farm, after they've tasted the happy place, and tickled a childish fascination with words and a will, to make light of the dread, said by many orders of left mind tyrants, spiritual exercises in will worship, worth of a warrior learning there is no easy day, popping into my bubble. Easy entry, plop\ into the jellotime you had in mind, when the whole idea shivered, like a little rolling green hill, seen from the clouds, of course, we have Google's first score, point one in the assisting intelligence user's credo, be doers first, of nothing evil, follow ons, all your choice, the weapons used to pull down strongholds, mighty fortress forces repelling efforts to fit one trick legos into monstrosities as effective as George's Dragon, or my puff tincture, in the world of wonderful make believe, tune in, drip. Drip. Slip into the ABC years, percolater rythm post recordible television, black and white, during Disney-ification drills, preceded by prelingual exposure to Fantasia, reigning next oldest memory for which valid links to now exist, occurred at the White Rock Courts during the years after 1948, and a half, after Fantasia, was in local theaters, and GI Bills was not kicking enough, for rent in Phoenix and driving, back and forth up one side, down the other, old mind river she keep aggin' us on, she's no devil, no siree, that wombedman, she got papers on me. and wise wizardry between jewels as bright as earth seen from a distance, as we all oughta know, by now, as a hitchhiker's angel once said, yes, sidereal, crossing the Mohave at night, … pick the road from Vegas, two lanes, double yellow lines, easy for my cars lights to show, so I know, I am on the right side of this thing, this mound of telling stories found looted of all but the ghosts of its chances taken, on mob made rules.

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I do not know how, no I do not. Some of their poems appear bad. Some are out of rhyme, Some are not worth a dime. I don't know how the legendary poets Came to be known as legendary... Perhaps because they had no reference They had no parallels either And so, they couldn't read others... I am writing my 1866th poem However, I read a lot more of them. Talk about modern poets, Some of them presume cussing, To be good, to be divine Like the evening wine.

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Jul 7, 2020

Jul 7, 2020 at 3:53 AM UTC

Atul

I Do Not Know How

I do not know how, no I do not. Some of their poems appear bad. Some are out of rhyme, Some are not worth a dime. I don't know how the legendary poets Came to be known as legendary... Perhaps because they had no reference They had no parallels either And so, they couldn't read others... I am writing my 1866th poem However, I read a lot more of them. Talk about modern poets, Some of them presume cussing, To be good, to be divine Like the evening wine.

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Ocean: When you are legendary Utopia of lost Atlantis Sunken city asleep Under pillars of larimars Plato’s wisdom once bestowed Untold magic and sacred stones A surge of madness, whips of rain Battling down the hull of a boat From beneath the profound chaos The Kraken, furious, emerges The ship is wrecked, turned into dust! Ocean: When you are awe-ful A breeze flows, ***** sea gloats! What a beautiful mess- debris floats With a quest for vengeance Opposing swells are relentless Casting spells on the defenseless The ocean is endless, it's stupendous Guarded by deep clouds - tremendous Dreams drown staring at these clouds Feels proud, someone from the deep down A half-asleep Kraken screams loud Ocean: When you are ritualistic Fresh and salty energetic waves Diving the dreamer into a megalopolis Of scaled goddesses performing a ballet Invited to a very cruel and festive banquet Colorful, an aquatic aurora borealis of blood In which the mythical mermaid sings Skimming her ******* a pendant of aquamarine She is Pacific, lustrous and libertine Her voice enchanting the remotest sea-temple On the surface, the waters suddenly turned red Ocean: When you are watery hell On the horizon, the wide blue yonder scribbled A storm surge, the dreamer lost urge Hope purged and dwindled, waves got stained Silently an atrocious maelstrom wiggled There the sea-temple stood naked and belittled Resonating to the sound of an unheard curse From the inside of the mermaid's purse An enigma, a blank verse - unfathomable Making the deep not amicable yet diverse The ocean is inhabitable still, unnavigable Written between December 17, 2019 and January 17, 2020 Cc Jordan Rains and cc Appoline Romanens

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Jan 23, 2020

Jan 23, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC

Appoline

Ocean, when you are... collab with Jordan Rains

Ocean: When you are legendary Utopia of lost Atlantis Sunken city asleep Under pillars of larimars Plato’s wisdom once bestowed Untold magic and sacred stones A surge of madness, whips of rain Battling down the hull of a boat From beneath the profound chaos The Kraken, furious, emerges The ship is wrecked, turned into dust! Ocean: When you are awe-ful A breeze flows, ***** sea gloats! What a beautiful mess- debris floats With a quest for vengeance Opposing swells are relentless Casting spells on the defenseless The ocean is endless, it's stupendous Guarded by deep clouds - tremendous Dreams drown staring at these clouds Feels proud, someone from the deep down A half-asleep Kraken screams loud Ocean: When you are ritualistic Fresh and salty energetic waves Diving the dreamer into a megalopolis Of scaled goddesses performing a ballet Invited to a very cruel and festive banquet Colorful, an aquatic aurora borealis of blood In which the mythical mermaid sings Skimming her ******* a pendant of aquamarine She is Pacific, lustrous and libertine Her voice enchanting the remotest sea-temple On the surface, the waters suddenly turned red Ocean: When you are watery hell On the horizon, the wide blue yonder scribbled A storm surge, the dreamer lost urge Hope purged and dwindled, waves got stained Silently an atrocious maelstrom wiggled There the sea-temple stood naked and belittled Resonating to the sound of an unheard curse From the inside of the mermaid's purse An enigma, a blank verse - unfathomable Making the deep not amicable yet diverse The ocean is inhabitable still, unnavigable Written between December 17, 2019 and January 17, 2020 Cc Jordan Rains and cc Appoline Romanens

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Since then No two souls Are the same In every verses You exist I exist We will continue to Exist No matter what Now and always

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Jan 9, 2020

Jan 9, 2020 at 9:23 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Epic

Since then No two souls Are the same In every verses You exist I exist We will continue to Exist No matter what Now and always

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I strive off struggle & determination to create success. My craft is so unique, it performs greatness. My intelligence is sharp Wisdom is astounding Through God's gift, My sacrifice for my love ones change their lives for the better. But one thing's for sure though... As I stand out from the crowd, I am Magnificent My legacy will forever ♾

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Jan 2, 2020

Jan 2, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC

xavier-thomas

I AM LIVING PROOF

I strive off struggle & determination to create success. My craft is so unique, it performs greatness. My intelligence is sharp Wisdom is astounding Through God's gift, My sacrifice for my love ones change their lives for the better. But one thing's for sure though... As I stand out from the crowd, I am Magnificent My legacy will forever ♾

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Blarney, the legend latest learned says the group of beings minded to destroy manmind were familiar with a ratio, a fractal of power per hap, each hap has this power, y'see perhaps we agree to see things from my POV and I'm blind, like Milton, or Fannie Crosby or the "Isn't she beautiful' guy who has had his warhol-fifteen consumed I guess, he shoulda carved a stele, eh? Take m'name down f'm them lights, carve it care-filled into stone, soft sand and shell and bone formed stone, easy to may y'mark now, bow, touch your brow to this very stone, this if I'd known stone thump thump doh, tah dah open says a me.

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Jul 24, 2019

Jul 24, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC

kenpepiton

Blarney

Blarney, the legend latest learned says the group of beings minded to destroy manmind were familiar with a ratio, a fractal of power per hap, each hap has this power, y'see perhaps we agree to see things from my POV and I'm blind, like Milton, or Fannie Crosby or the "Isn't she beautiful' guy who has had his warhol-fifteen consumed I guess, he shoulda carved a stele, eh? Take m'name down f'm them lights, carve it care-filled into stone, soft sand and shell and bone formed stone, easy to may y'mark now, bow, touch your brow to this very stone, this if I'd known stone thump thump doh, tah dah open says a me.

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An artist stopped His once dreamt Legendary Masterpiece Incomplete In order to Reflect his time Why it needs to be Like this Rest waits He understands

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Nov 11, 2018

Nov 11, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Living the future

An artist stopped His once dreamt Legendary Masterpiece Incomplete In order to Reflect his time Why it needs to be Like this Rest waits He understands

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How much is too much, doing those Emily Dickinson numbers, almost to #2100, doing with words what was previously unheard of, the Andy Warhol of pop poetry, will continue until even the Atheist Haters believe in me, I mean if they ever again believe in anything, &, I’m on track, to not look back, all I’ve gotta do to be great is not die, or do something stupid and get locked up, like lose my cool & Triangle Choke out a fool, just for acting rude, doest that mean I have a bad attitude, I don’t know that’s why i’m asking you, used to have nothing to lose, now I’ve got nothing to prove, Game of Life you decide, pay the price roll the dice win or lose make your move, I made mine, by choosing to write these lines, created my own style & gave it a title, end every piece where it begins so the thought’s are complete & the piece comes full circle, add a few pop culture references & call it Pop Poetry, & no one known is excluded, I include more than a few references to saying & names, my work is an encyclopedia of idioms, it’s our entire collective Contemporary History literally explained, & artistically rearranged to keep their attention & entertain, & I’l write until I write every last thought right outta my brain, how much is too much, doing those Emily Dickinson numbers, almost to #2100, doing with words what was previously unheard of, the Andy Warhol of pop poetry… ∆ LaLux ∆ Cali, Colombia July 2018

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Oct 15, 2018

Oct 15, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC

aaronlalux

#PopPoetry

How much is too much, doing those Emily Dickinson numbers, almost to #2100, doing with words what was previously unheard of, the Andy Warhol of pop poetry, will continue until even the Atheist Haters believe in me, I mean if they ever again believe in anything, &, I’m on track, to not look back, all I’ve gotta do to be great is not die, or do something stupid and get locked up, like lose my cool & Triangle Choke out a fool, just for acting rude, doest that mean I have a bad attitude, I don’t know that’s why i’m asking you, used to have nothing to lose, now I’ve got nothing to prove, Game of Life you decide, pay the price roll the dice win or lose make your move, I made mine, by choosing to write these lines, created my own style & gave it a title, end every piece where it begins so the thought’s are complete & the piece comes full circle, add a few pop culture references & call it Pop Poetry, & no one known is excluded, I include more than a few references to saying & names, my work is an encyclopedia of idioms, it’s our entire collective Contemporary History literally explained, & artistically rearranged to keep their attention & entertain, & I’l write until I write every last thought right outta my brain, how much is too much, doing those Emily Dickinson numbers, almost to #2100, doing with words what was previously unheard of, the Andy Warhol of pop poetry… ∆ LaLux ∆ Cali, Colombia July 2018

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I don’t want this to be another season’s story, Hand me “yours” and I’ll hand you “mine” By heart I promise, you will be the only “mine” An unbreakable oath that is carved on steel, A legendary love story that will be on every person's tongue for centuries.

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Feb 17, 2018

Feb 17, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC

Bambii

Legendary

I don’t want this to be another season’s story, Hand me “yours” and I’ll hand you “mine” By heart I promise, you will be the only “mine” An unbreakable oath that is carved on steel, A legendary love story that will be on every person's tongue for centuries.

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O brother dwimalu! Why did you bring the white elephant? In the country of misfortune bodo race! One of the next one to the king Country attack in the feet of your own feet. How glad we had! You are in the country to increase! Like to give the flowers to god The king dwimal to give to the prize How much happiness was you The white elephant of burma country. But the knowledge of the bodo Knowledge in mud like a bath, Not to have mercy for the chief minister Tolerate can't be punished by the king! Not water to fire Not stick to elephant No gun molten to lead So much injustice did you finish! O brother dwimalu! Charlatan and scrooge Step up mother and then how to believe? But loved, had food for dinner!

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Dec 8, 2016

Dec 8, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC

ronjoy-brahma6f

Jwhwlao Dwimalu

O brother dwimalu! Why did you bring the white elephant? In the country of misfortune bodo race! One of the next one to the king Country attack in the feet of your own feet. How glad we had! You are in the country to increase! Like to give the flowers to god The king dwimal to give to the prize How much happiness was you The white elephant of burma country. But the knowledge of the bodo Knowledge in mud like a bath, Not to have mercy for the chief minister Tolerate can't be punished by the king! Not water to fire Not stick to elephant No gun molten to lead So much injustice did you finish! O brother dwimalu! Charlatan and scrooge Step up mother and then how to believe? But loved, had food for dinner!

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of legendary origin encroached upon throughout the centuries by human fear seeking protection near some venerable shape you stand aloof silently balancing symmetrical circles of roots and crown patiently oblivious of parks and buildings made by those who vainly walk in awe to grasp the mystery in touch, in picture, meditation of otherness unmoved plantlife millenial

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Feb 1, 2016

Feb 1, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC

wwhoelbling

the Drago tree

of legendary origin encroached upon throughout the centuries by human fear seeking protection near some venerable shape you stand aloof silently balancing symmetrical circles of roots and crown patiently oblivious of parks and buildings made by those who vainly walk in awe to grasp the mystery in touch, in picture, meditation of otherness unmoved plantlife millenial

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I'm so scared. I'm so scared of what you will mean to me at 4:00 in the morning, when I get to thinking most about my life and that much thinking can't possibly be alright. I'm scared that maybe you are just a mirror of 2014, an illusion made for laughing at all of us who think maybe we can do better this time. This time we'll change for sure. This is it. And 2015, dear friend, I'm scared that maybe this time I won't make it to the hopeful beginning of 2016 When I can say again with conviction that this is the year we'll be great. Yes, we will be legendary. This is it.

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Dec 31, 2014

Dec 31, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC

brittlebird

Dear 2015,

I'm so scared. I'm so scared of what you will mean to me at 4:00 in the morning, when I get to thinking most about my life and that much thinking can't possibly be alright. I'm scared that maybe you are just a mirror of 2014, an illusion made for laughing at all of us who think maybe we can do better this time. This time we'll change for sure. This is it. And 2015, dear friend, I'm scared that maybe this time I won't make it to the hopeful beginning of 2016 When I can say again with conviction that this is the year we'll be great. Yes, we will be legendary. This is it.

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She fills her head with tales of love and tragedy, In war-torn cities and rival families to ancient melody, Tossing and turning, on her bed She lives the lives of lovers so young and foolish and sweet. She dreams of Orpheus, his melancholy and his music. Of Seigfried and his journey to the damsel he seeks. Then Samson who fell twice in the hands of a woman. And Romeo who no longer felt the need to run. Now,the morning light urges her to wake up. The dreams disappear and the longing suddenly stops For she knows that though tragedies may happen, She still looks forward to that day she will meet him.

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Oct 18, 2014

Oct 18, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC

wakingupsober

Legendary Lovers

She fills her head with tales of love and tragedy, In war-torn cities and rival families to ancient melody, Tossing and turning, on her bed She lives the lives of lovers so young and foolish and sweet. She dreams of Orpheus, his melancholy and his music. Of Seigfried and his journey to the damsel he seeks. Then Samson who fell twice in the hands of a woman. And Romeo who no longer felt the need to run. Now,the morning light urges her to wake up. The dreams disappear and the longing suddenly stops For she knows that though tragedies may happen, She still looks forward to that day she will meet him.

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