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Weekly Poetry Stuffage > Week 467 (September 17 - September 30) Poems Topic: Ivory

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message 1: by C.P., Windrunner (new)

C.P. Cabaniss (cpcabaniss) | 656 comments You have until the 30th of September to post a poem and from the 1st to around the 8th of October, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Ivory

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.


message 2: by Garrison (new)

Garrison Kelly (cybador) | 9330 comments POET: Garrison Kelly
TITLE: Edge Lords
GENRE: Political Heavy Metal
RATING: PG-13 for swearing



VERSE 1
While my hands are soaking in Ivory liquid
You’re still choking your teenage chicken
While laughing with some rightwing trolls
About Nazi violence so bloody and cold
Ovens and lynchings are hilarious to you
Keep on flashing that disgusting salute
You do it all for the sake of being edgy
While lives are at stake and always ending

CHORUS
Edge lords! They’re coming in hordes!
Edge lords! They draw their swords!
Edge lords! They started this flame war!
Edge lords! I hate what they stand for!

VERSE 2
We’ve all been kids at some point or another
But not all of us have beaten each other
Not all of us have gone marching in the streets
Homemade flamethrowers bringing the heat
Not all of us have spewed vitriol and lies
To the point where another wanted to die
You’re not edgy and cool, you fucking fool
You’re just another easily-controlled tool

CHORUS
Edge lords! They’re coming in hordes!
Edge lords! They draw their swords!
Edge lords! They started this flame war!
Edge lords! I hate what they stand for!

VERSE 3
None of us are perfect, our sins aren’t worth it
Some of us take the past and fucking burn it
Some of us would rather lead good lives
Than make misogynist jokes to our wives
We’d rather give hugs and not ass kickings
That’s how we diffuse bombs that are ticking
We’d rather create a future we can live in
Heil all you want, but we’ll never give in

EXTENDED CHORUS
Edge lords! They’re coming in hordes!
Edge lords! They draw their swords!
Edge lords! They started this flame war!
Edge lords! I hate what they stand for!
Edge lords! Time to cut the cords!
Edge lords! Short circuit their ports!
Edge lords! Go hide in the sewers!
Edge lords! You fucking losers!


message 3: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5330 comments Mother's Hands

Strong enough to lift me
each time I couldn't rise. Soft
as cotton wool, washing
dirt from scrapes and tears
from eyes. Firm enough
to model clay
and boys, to bowls
and men, yet fine
when stroking ivory keys—
Für Elise and Clair de Lune.
They'd curl through each long evening
around her only vice, in a holder
like Audrey's, that never left her side.
I'm thinking of her hands now—
strong and wild and free; missing
her hands now, as I watch ashes
blow to sea.


message 4: by Garrison (new)

Garrison Kelly (cybador) | 9330 comments It's good to see you make a strong comeback, Ryan. We've missed you! That last line of your poem is what hit me the hardest.


message 5: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5330 comments Thanks, mate. I hope you’ve been well :)


message 6: by Garrison (new)

Garrison Kelly (cybador) | 9330 comments Other than a little sluggish, I've been well these days. :)


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