Seeds

[Leanne]

Persimmon
Has no reason or rhyme
Well, not at this time
It’s just a word
I wanted to use
I’ve no excuse
What’s real has blurred
The word has slurred
To pershmn

Persimmon, puce and poppycock
Sit like shags on a wobbly rock
Each with a pudding in a cotton sock
And a key to the bishop’s car

Make sense of this
You worthless piece
Of over-opiated verse
I know the rules
I have the tools
You have your alligator purse
And rhyming dick
Shunary, sick
Ophantic to the dead
And rotting gods
Of odds and sods
Where none have trod
For fear of losing
Half an empty head

You wander through
And wonder who
Gave me the right
To write of right
And rhyme with right
Not twice, but thrice
Then not at all

I have a few
New words for you
Anachronistic
Quite simplistic
Trivial and slightly cystic
Such a sad and sorry state
When torrents of both love and hate
Are trickled into metaphors
Much used by Shakespeare and the Doors
Who burned and raged in equal parts
Though Shakespeare smoked a little less
And had less fun – but I digress

Light up
Lighten up
Sip your sins
From Satan’s cup
Seven sins are counted
Seven horses mounted
Minus the three
That wait near the tree
Of knowledge forgotten
The tree that is laden
With persimmon

[billy]

clever and very entertaining

[Leanne]

I know you are but what am I?

:p

[billy]

i'd have to ban meself if i spoke it out loud

[Leanne]

You don't have to say it... bloody hell, you think loud

[billy]

you must be cyclic :hysterical;

[critical mass]

Leanne

I have a few of these.
Im a guy, I have an excuse.

How does this come from such an innocent smile.

Fun read.

pursimon....


David

[Leanne]

David, I've found you can convince an audience that your poem's about anything you like, if they're ignorant enough readers. I first posted this on a site full of morons and in the author's note I wrote "this poem is about the plight of the homosexual antelope in a world of bigoted wildebeest". The first five comments all congratulated me, very seriously, on being brave enough to take a stand

There aren't any of those morons here, though. They've all been hunted down and flogged with a soggy pun.

[critical mass]

David, I've found you can convince an audience that your poem's about anything you like, if they're ignorant enough readers. I first posted this on a site full of morons and in the author's note I wrote "this poem is about the plight of the homosexual antelope in a world of bigoted wildebeest". The first five comments all congratulated me, very seriously, on being brave enough to take a stand

There aren't any of those morons here, though. They've all been hunted down and flogged with a soggy pun.

If im wrong you can flog me also.

This appears to be about breaking the rules in writng poetry.


Pretty well done.

Or this could just be about listening to a Doors album backwards.
In that case well done also.

Persimin....

David

[Leanne]

I think Doors albums are probably the same backwards as forwards...

You don't get flogged for being wrong (and you're not anyway), just for being terminally stupid. Then it's a great spectator sport.