<![CDATA[Poetry Forum - Audio Poetry and PDF's]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/ Fri, 17 Apr 2026 09:54:19 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Snow]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26530.html Tue, 05 Aug 2025 19:05:04 +0000 adagio]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26530.html AUDIO

Everything we exhale on a chilly day:
Little lumps of dreams, hazy trickle of bitterness,
and bubbles, the breath of the earth, melting into the wind,

smoke pluming out of the stacks, tepid river mist,
the steam above a basin where someone tries
to wash away the stains on their tainted hands,

gray smoke, and the mist from the river, oily and dark
our sighs and sobs, and the usual morning yawns
along with a rabble of timid and helpless words —

they all float up — up through the seven skies,
seven silver curtains, the drapes of the heaven’s guise, —
turn into stars and tumble down to the earth.

Look at these glittering ribbons, the slender threads,
the sparkle of diamonds, crosses, circles and spheres —
as if a workshop of angels were busy here!

That is, Heaven tells us, how poetry comes to exist,
and eternity pays a call, while the flakes of snow
are gliding, clear of the pitch-black, voracious earth 

First it was a poem by Grigory Kruzhkov, a well-known Russian poet and translator. Then, an excellent singer-songwriter, Sergey Trukhanov, composed a song to this verse. 
I translated the lyrics to English, and asked the AI to sing it to the same melody. Of course AI singing is far from perfect. But it does not stop amazing me that this kind of thing is now possible at all!]]> AUDIO

Everything we exhale on a chilly day:
Little lumps of dreams, hazy trickle of bitterness,
and bubbles, the breath of the earth, melting into the wind,

smoke pluming out of the stacks, tepid river mist,
the steam above a basin where someone tries
to wash away the stains on their tainted hands,

gray smoke, and the mist from the river, oily and dark
our sighs and sobs, and the usual morning yawns
along with a rabble of timid and helpless words —

they all float up — up through the seven skies,
seven silver curtains, the drapes of the heaven’s guise, —
turn into stars and tumble down to the earth.

Look at these glittering ribbons, the slender threads,
the sparkle of diamonds, crosses, circles and spheres —
as if a workshop of angels were busy here!

That is, Heaven tells us, how poetry comes to exist,
and eternity pays a call, while the flakes of snow
are gliding, clear of the pitch-black, voracious earth 

First it was a poem by Grigory Kruzhkov, a well-known Russian poet and translator. Then, an excellent singer-songwriter, Sergey Trukhanov, composed a song to this verse. 
I translated the lyrics to English, and asked the AI to sing it to the same melody. Of course AI singing is far from perfect. But it does not stop amazing me that this kind of thing is now possible at all!]]> <![CDATA[Not Broken]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26471.html Sun, 08 Jun 2025 11:41:27 +0000 DaveAshley]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26471.html AUDIO


I'm not broken,
Just slightly used
A worn out bag
A man confused


I'm not broken
Not exactly crap
Just someone who worries
about being a sad chap


I'm not broken
You can see from my smile
Its not really a facade
Something I'm trying to style


I'm not broken
I'm functioning at best
No longer tied to other harms
Of which I can attest.


I'm not broken
I'm one of those buoyant folk
The ones who have a glassy grin
You wish would explode in smoke.


I'm not broken
I might say this often
To hope that you don't see me
and I'll be soon forgotten.]]> AUDIO


I'm not broken,
Just slightly used
A worn out bag
A man confused


I'm not broken
Not exactly crap
Just someone who worries
about being a sad chap


I'm not broken
You can see from my smile
Its not really a facade
Something I'm trying to style


I'm not broken
I'm functioning at best
No longer tied to other harms
Of which I can attest.


I'm not broken
I'm one of those buoyant folk
The ones who have a glassy grin
You wish would explode in smoke.


I'm not broken
I might say this often
To hope that you don't see me
and I'll be soon forgotten.]]> <![CDATA["The Capacity for Happiness Despite Visual Evidence is Great" by Nathalie Khankan]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26294.html Mon, 17 Mar 2025 03:36:19 +0000 LaughterLover]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26294.html
"The Capacity for Happiness Despite Visual Evidence is Great" by Nathalie Khankan

Let me know if you've read any of these or listened and enjoyed!]]>
"The Capacity for Happiness Despite Visual Evidence is Great" by Nathalie Khankan

Let me know if you've read any of these or listened and enjoyed!]]> <![CDATA[Music and Poetry compositions]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26248.html Fri, 07 Mar 2025 00:51:25 +0000 Sullivan]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-26248.html
I'm a music artist signed with a music label.

I describe my work with PROSAIC CINEMA as "Utopist Overdramatized Poetry", it's a fairly young project, it has 8 months.
I use poems I find on the internet as well as I write myself (mainly) choruses etc

Here is my last song Amor Armour Art Mort (I wrote the chorus only, and the music of course):




Thank you for taking the time.  Wink
[Ve]]>
I'm a music artist signed with a music label.

I describe my work with PROSAIC CINEMA as "Utopist Overdramatized Poetry", it's a fairly young project, it has 8 months.
I use poems I find on the internet as well as I write myself (mainly) choruses etc

Here is my last song Amor Armour Art Mort (I wrote the chorus only, and the music of course):




Thank you for taking the time.  Wink
[Ve]]> <![CDATA[Walpurgis]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25598.html Tue, 30 Apr 2024 14:33:55 +0000 rowens]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25598.html





Philosophy and the grand works of the geniuses are what make us slaves.






Witchcraft is defined today as outside of the religious network. Due to the reality of religious networks, witchcraft is natural if there were no religious network, and outside and opposition since there is. This is the connection of witch and satan. Satan is opposing. That is punk rock. That is a rebel without a pause. Satan is love, as it needs something to oppose. That is why satan is thought of as bad.








All theory is slavery. Theory comes from the same root as atheism and theism. The]]>





Philosophy and the grand works of the geniuses are what make us slaves.






Witchcraft is defined today as outside of the religious network. Due to the reality of religious networks, witchcraft is natural if there were no religious network, and outside and opposition since there is. This is the connection of witch and satan. Satan is opposing. That is punk rock. That is a rebel without a pause. Satan is love, as it needs something to oppose. That is why satan is thought of as bad.








All theory is slavery. Theory comes from the same root as atheism and theism. The]]> <![CDATA[Seems Appropriate]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25389.html Sat, 11 Nov 2023 22:47:39 +0000 Tiger the Lion]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25389.html ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Waits reads Bukowski]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25138.html Tue, 18 Jul 2023 14:43:08 +0000 Tiger the Lion]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25138.html ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[James Franco "Howls"]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25128.html Thu, 13 Jul 2023 00:57:46 +0000 Tiger the Lion]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-25128.html
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]]> <![CDATA[listen]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-24325.html Tue, 19 Apr 2022 21:32:03 +0000 Mark A Becker]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-24325.html learn]]> learn]]> <![CDATA[Low End Poem?]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-23768.html Fri, 10 Sep 2021 15:34:02 +0000 Bunx]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-23768.html I'm a musician and I released a single today off of a full album being released on Sept 30!
It would mean alot if you checked it out! This release has taken alot of time and energy!
hope you all dig it!

Thanks Much!
Bunx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQqcEMDMJ-4]]> I'm a musician and I released a single today off of a full album being released on Sept 30!
It would mean alot if you checked it out! This release has taken alot of time and energy!
hope you all dig it!

Thanks Much!
Bunx

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQqcEMDMJ-4]]> <![CDATA[Venus, "From the Breast," short pamphlet]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-22828.html Mon, 15 Jun 2020 07:40:23 +0000 Mayfair]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-22828.html I may be the only one, but I believe to have attained to the Scintillating Intellect, one of the only handful of 'Intellects' on the Holy Table Qubalah! 

ebook version: https://www.bookrix.com/_ebook-paul-samo...he-breast/]]> I may be the only one, but I believe to have attained to the Scintillating Intellect, one of the only handful of 'Intellects' on the Holy Table Qubalah! 

ebook version: https://www.bookrix.com/_ebook-paul-samo...he-breast/]]> <![CDATA[Let Me Know if This Image Shows Up on Your Screen]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-22092.html Fri, 22 Feb 2019 22:05:20 +0000 Thunderembargo]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-22092.html ]]> ]]> <![CDATA[Straight to Hunter S. Thompson - Wherever You May Be, Man]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-21421.html Fri, 23 Feb 2018 00:42:15 +0000 RC James]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-21421.html https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/z0000733


Here’s a firearm for you son, my left arm’s on fire,
out of control, can no longer tell my right arm what to do.

When you get to the end of the rainbow strip
fall back on yourself give it all a go-go full ammo ambition.

Behind the alarms there are none of the wig-stand
sheep skin bastard go-behinds you all count on
for the next message on how to control, then uncontrol, the mob
waiting in the waste basket factory there on dump-down street.

You look like Orphan Annie’s mentor on a diet of fershlugginer opoids
supplied by the DEA itself to keep you wise to the goings-on inside the lie factory.

They wanna keep ‘em comin,’ dope the sumabich up good he’ll deliver, 
pick ‘em out of a hat and the chief muckymuck orange wig-top
gonna shine those fucky ducky pearly whites your way, no lie.

It’s all about when, not how. We got an advance scripture meeting
Saturday nite after the demolition presentation at the armory.

Evabuddy’l be there, wait an’ see, you are in the lurch, that’s to say behind.
Catch up, mount the scarlet pony on the way to the infernal regions,
you only got one chance and that’s exhausted soon as you discover
everything golf-head says about your future.

What wounds transpire on your worthless body is nothing.
Compare it to where you'll be if everything is discovered,
the plan, the dirty dream unfolded about the man on top of
the silicone sister blown-up mistress of ejaculate surprise.

All comes down to trust, that’s what we lookin’ for son, lie your ass off, truth 
as we know it, nothing wrong with that, only thing wrong is your lack of loyalty.

The jelly belly shortcut shit-speech man won't tolerate mouthing off
from sub-board-in-grates.

Only thing left is your kiss on the bulbuous ass
of that white house orangutang surprise.]]> https://soundcloud.com/rc-james-user841120068/z0000733


Here’s a firearm for you son, my left arm’s on fire,
out of control, can no longer tell my right arm what to do.

When you get to the end of the rainbow strip
fall back on yourself give it all a go-go full ammo ambition.

Behind the alarms there are none of the wig-stand
sheep skin bastard go-behinds you all count on
for the next message on how to control, then uncontrol, the mob
waiting in the waste basket factory there on dump-down street.

You look like Orphan Annie’s mentor on a diet of fershlugginer opoids
supplied by the DEA itself to keep you wise to the goings-on inside the lie factory.

They wanna keep ‘em comin,’ dope the sumabich up good he’ll deliver, 
pick ‘em out of a hat and the chief muckymuck orange wig-top
gonna shine those fucky ducky pearly whites your way, no lie.

It’s all about when, not how. We got an advance scripture meeting
Saturday nite after the demolition presentation at the armory.

Evabuddy’l be there, wait an’ see, you are in the lurch, that’s to say behind.
Catch up, mount the scarlet pony on the way to the infernal regions,
you only got one chance and that’s exhausted soon as you discover
everything golf-head says about your future.

What wounds transpire on your worthless body is nothing.
Compare it to where you'll be if everything is discovered,
the plan, the dirty dream unfolded about the man on top of
the silicone sister blown-up mistress of ejaculate surprise.

All comes down to trust, that’s what we lookin’ for son, lie your ass off, truth 
as we know it, nothing wrong with that, only thing wrong is your lack of loyalty.

The jelly belly shortcut shit-speech man won't tolerate mouthing off
from sub-board-in-grates.

Only thing left is your kiss on the bulbuous ass
of that white house orangutang surprise.]]> <![CDATA[Musical Chairs]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-21276.html Tue, 09 Jan 2018 07:04:37 +0000 Kaily Bear]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-21276.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuR-aLDOx7Q

it was for a contest... there werent many entries to start so i thought i might stand a chance... it was my first attempt at poetry since highschool...

X_X i took something i thought a lot about as a kid and turned it into a poem... and performed it. cuz was part of the contest. oh boy.... *cringes at past self*

but i still like the basic message of the poem... ill probably post it in basic and work on it a bit? here is the lines for the poem:

Life is just a game, a game of Musical Chairs
Every person has a chair or two or three
A chair that represents shelter, food, clothing, and love.
Everything a child is entitled to is with that chair
Children are given chairs, but then they wear, or sometimes even break.
Some children share chairs with others, for there are not enough to go around.
Children without chairs wander Looking with hope for a chair to sit.
Children walk past chairs, Whose owners have put signs of "Reserved" or labeled it "Mine".
Some children come across broken chairs, whose child was not lucky enough to walk away.
Sometimes I sit and wonder, Why with all the wanting children, Would someone not give them a chair?
These children all deserve a chair But life is a game of musical chairs. Some of us win The rest? Just lose...]]> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuR-aLDOx7Q

it was for a contest... there werent many entries to start so i thought i might stand a chance... it was my first attempt at poetry since highschool...

X_X i took something i thought a lot about as a kid and turned it into a poem... and performed it. cuz was part of the contest. oh boy.... *cringes at past self*

but i still like the basic message of the poem... ill probably post it in basic and work on it a bit? here is the lines for the poem:

Life is just a game, a game of Musical Chairs
Every person has a chair or two or three
A chair that represents shelter, food, clothing, and love.
Everything a child is entitled to is with that chair
Children are given chairs, but then they wear, or sometimes even break.
Some children share chairs with others, for there are not enough to go around.
Children without chairs wander Looking with hope for a chair to sit.
Children walk past chairs, Whose owners have put signs of "Reserved" or labeled it "Mine".
Some children come across broken chairs, whose child was not lucky enough to walk away.
Sometimes I sit and wonder, Why with all the wanting children, Would someone not give them a chair?
These children all deserve a chair But life is a game of musical chairs. Some of us win The rest? Just lose...]]> <![CDATA[So, you want to be a writer?]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-21225.html Thu, 21 Dec 2017 04:56:36 +0000 Tiger the Lion]]> https://www.pigpenpoetry.com/thread-21225.html https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9iBEUNfikk]]> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q9iBEUNfikk]]>