#prufrock - Hello Poetry

Mistah Gates. He dead" Time is an ouroboros and the Earth a flat circle Measure out your life in insta pics Let us go then, you and I, through empty diamonds and deserted play grounds. Let us visit, if you will, the battlefields , streets full of bodies that decay in minutes. In waiting rooms people come and go and speak of tanks and Bushido Eyes I dare not meet Can see me with their headpiece made of straw This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Forgotten, as we stare at our new ones.

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Jul 11, 2019

Jul 11, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC

Patawpha

Prufrock On the Edge of the World

Mistah Gates. He dead" Time is an ouroboros and the Earth a flat circle Measure out your life in insta pics Let us go then, you and I, through empty diamonds and deserted play grounds. Let us visit, if you will, the battlefields , streets full of bodies that decay in minutes. In waiting rooms people come and go and speak of tanks and Bushido Eyes I dare not meet Can see me with their headpiece made of straw This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Forgotten, as we stare at our new ones.

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J. Alfred, I'm sick of your whining -- get off your **** and do something! Yes, I know life is meaningless. I know you've got a lot of time on your hands. Of course, tea parties can be boring. But let me just ask here: "Is someone making you do this? Is someone making you hang out with these cold, scornful women?" Surely a guy like you could find someone to relate to. It's not that hard. No, you're not Prince Hamlet -- and you're not an attendant lord either. You're J. Alfred Prufrock! Eat a peach, for-God's-sake! Talk to the mermaids! Just do it! <Note: It's useful to think of Whoopi Goldberg as the speaker.>

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Jul 10, 2018

Jul 10, 2018 at 2:30 PM UTC

lucius-furius

Swan-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

J. Alfred, I'm sick of your whining -- get off your **** and do something! Yes, I know life is meaningless. I know you've got a lot of time on your hands. Of course, tea parties can be boring. But let me just ask here: "Is someone making you do this? Is someone making you hang out with these cold, scornful women?" Surely a guy like you could find someone to relate to. It's not that hard. No, you're not Prince Hamlet -- and you're not an attendant lord either. You're J. Alfred Prufrock! Eat a peach, for-God's-sake! Talk to the mermaids! Just do it! <Note: It's useful to think of Whoopi Goldberg as the speaker.>

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Hello Alfred where ya bin? Cruising aisles of memories tinned, a good deal thinner when you last checked in. Back slapped worn, born of songs between your ears, evenings out are scrims on which you show your friends what is what and what they fear. Oh you pickled miscreant. I dare you. Eat me. All up.

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Apr 27, 2016

Apr 27, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC

d-lowell-wilder

You’re a Peach

Hello Alfred where ya bin? Cruising aisles of memories tinned, a good deal thinner when you last checked in. Back slapped worn, born of songs between your ears, evenings out are scrims on which you show your friends what is what and what they fear. Oh you pickled miscreant. I dare you. Eat me. All up.

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On a foggy dark London day Strode Mr Prufrock, Alfred J. He made many an allusion About ****** confusion Now he’s dead like Phlebas…ok?

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 3:13 PM UTC

evie-brill-paffard

Literary Limericks: The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

On a foggy dark London day Strode Mr Prufrock, Alfred J. He made many an allusion About ****** confusion Now he’s dead like Phlebas…ok?

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I am Emma Bovary I am Prufrock I am the Underground Man I am Gretta I'm trapped in my mind, wondering why I am in this situation... I'm unsure of myself and my feelings... I needed to dominate but now I realize what I got isn't what I want... I'm judged by my past and still wanting to re-live my glory days... I too am Baumer... I'm fighting but it's time to rest Oh Dorian! why am I so perfect? Tomorrow, I'll be at breakfast and won't see the girl who made me feel this way, I'll give up hope and continue lying saying "I'll elope" Besides, she'll think I'm ugly and I'll feel alone and ashamed I too... Am Decaying on The Inside

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Mar 29, 2015

Mar 29, 2015 at 10:30 PM UTC

kidridley

E. Bovary

I am Emma Bovary I am Prufrock I am the Underground Man I am Gretta I'm trapped in my mind, wondering why I am in this situation... I'm unsure of myself and my feelings... I needed to dominate but now I realize what I got isn't what I want... I'm judged by my past and still wanting to re-live my glory days... I too am Baumer... I'm fighting but it's time to rest Oh Dorian! why am I so perfect? Tomorrow, I'll be at breakfast and won't see the girl who made me feel this way, I'll give up hope and continue lying saying "I'll elope" Besides, she'll think I'm ugly and I'll feel alone and ashamed I too... Am Decaying on The Inside

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Let's stay in this prison of blankets and un-remember our meaning to this existence. I have walked all the parks and I have swam in all the seas. I have slow-danced in all the bars. I have seen all the cosmic dreams. My bones are tired of adventure. My soul is tired of the new. Let's ignore the changing colors and trends. Let's arrest ourselves in this bed. Somewhere where the jazz is fine and smooth kids wanna spend time, I had lost my ignorance and my pride. Patience bit me. I grew a mind. The world is a vampire and we only knew after a thousand cups of coffee and a thousand classrooms. Let's forget. Let's die.

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Feb 21, 2015

Feb 21, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC

johanna-star

Prufrockian

Let's stay in this prison of blankets and un-remember our meaning to this existence. I have walked all the parks and I have swam in all the seas. I have slow-danced in all the bars. I have seen all the cosmic dreams. My bones are tired of adventure. My soul is tired of the new. Let's ignore the changing colors and trends. Let's arrest ourselves in this bed. Somewhere where the jazz is fine and smooth kids wanna spend time, I had lost my ignorance and my pride. Patience bit me. I grew a mind. The world is a vampire and we only knew after a thousand cups of coffee and a thousand classrooms. Let's forget. Let's die.

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Said The Raven To The Raven Which Raven are you? I said The Raven Am The Raven Of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And I said The Raven Am The Raven Of Edgar Allan Poe. Apparently there's a rave on - Shall we go? Yes - let us go then you and I As the evening is spread out Against the sky. But not like a patient Etherised upon a table. Let us like Thunderbirds Not gentle go into this dark night. So dressed in sable White gloves And whistles They went on their way - Not looking forward To conversations about Michelangelo at all. For as we all know Old age should rave and burn At close of day. And not just fizzle out. More big shout........................................... And rave until you fall.

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May 30, 2014

May 30, 2014 at 8:09 AM UTC

david-alexander-jackson

The Raven And The Raven

Said The Raven To The Raven Which Raven are you? I said The Raven Am The Raven Of Samuel Taylor Coleridge. And I said The Raven Am The Raven Of Edgar Allan Poe. Apparently there's a rave on - Shall we go? Yes - let us go then you and I As the evening is spread out Against the sky. But not like a patient Etherised upon a table. Let us like Thunderbirds Not gentle go into this dark night. So dressed in sable White gloves And whistles They went on their way - Not looking forward To conversations about Michelangelo at all. For as we all know Old age should rave and burn At close of day. And not just fizzle out. More big shout........................................... And rave until you fall.

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