Pre code poetry.. huh what? Grab a beer, sit, we'll chat and play bongos 1 1

[Darth Corgi]

1 hour ago, Pat Calhoun said:

 

Lovely. My favorite of the Fox CT covers. 

I can add a haiku to the party:

 

"Other side of life 

The hounds of hell are corgis  

Don't give them mushrooms."

 

 

[Pat Calhoun]

right on - was your take on the cov that got me going

[exitmusicblue]

What an amazing thread in the best section of the boards.  Serenading our GA books.  Life don't get much better than this !

[retrocomics]

5 hours ago, Pat Calhoun said:

 

Awesome,  Pat. I especially like the line 'one held a shovel that would dig no hole '. Makes you wonder just what hellish acts that would be!

[retrocomics]

 

Coming home?

 

The old lady sat rocking all alone

Like clockwork she asked

"When will Johnny be home?"

This line repeated a thousand times before

This line will be repeated a thousand times once more

When sun decends towards the time of gloam

Her eyes tear up

"When will Johnny be home?"

Memories strike like a vipers bite

Bits and pieces of that hellish night

In utero sickness shortened your shift

Heading home early gave your spirit a lift

Gravel drive now only stands between your mister

Familiar car at the end,  that of your sister

Hand turns knob

Clothes, floor, hers, his, shocked faces, excuses, turns, stairs, box, bullets, downstairs, hands up, pleads, shot, ringing, blood, shot, deafining, clicking, clicking, clicking

She digs the pillbox out with frail, white bone

A little bit later 

"When will Johnny be home?"

[Pat Calhoun]

Whoa – sounds like that old lady

Sure went through something shady.

The verse delivers a twist

With a cov I can’t resist.

[frozentundraguy]

Great recent additions Retro and Pat! 

[retrocomics]

 

Suffer for your art

 

Tell me when will you start

To suffer for your art

The ego monster must feed

Slice that vein and bleed

Paint those strokes with blood

A canvas of a great red flood

Pulled tight and held by pin

Made by years of shedding skin

Hid away from modern distortion

You made a social abortion

Where only the scattering rat

Might hear your rambling chat

Ah,  the company is good you see

For what's genius sans insanity

Pluck those organs for harvest

Your mother's starving artist

So please don't you cry

You'll appreciate when you die

Tell me when will you start

To suffer for your art

 

 

[Pat Calhoun]

So nicely provocative, retro…

I’ll let the crimson rhymes start their flow…

Edited June 22, 2017 by Pat Calhoun

[Pat Calhoun]

 

Edited June 25, 2017 by Pat Calhoun
6/24/17

[retrocomics]

Awesome Pat. Reminds me of this little diddy

[retrocomics]

Not So Rosy

 

If you could be so kind

To stop telling me I'll go blind

Please stop saying I need forgiveness

When I just want to take care of business

Don't toss upon the noose

When I practice self abuse

Why, you don't know best

It might put hair on my chest

So next time I feel the need

To waste a million seed

I'll make sure I wear a glove

When I give myself some love

[frozentundraguy]

Been quiet of late, but I do have this insta-verse to offer.

 

Doc Strange - party at the ol castle

The dust was dead outside the castle door
but those inside would wait no more
the trap was set, the bait secure
and Doc Strange's lady was the lure

The green goons had his woman ensnared
not too mention utterly scared
Doc Strange knew this was not a private affair
and this castle was surely a villains lair

The huge oak door creaked as the Doc strode in
the evil three shared a mirthless grin
The lights went out, the Doc took a thump to his head
when he woke up, all the other party goers had fled

He wondered where she might be found
it occurred to him, in the cellar, she would be bound
he flew down the stairs, taking them three at a time
and arrived to see her tied up by three hooded slime

They drew their guns and the Doc let fly
with his fists of iron, and they dared not try
to fight him man to man, or too just fight fair
as that would be a fatal error

 

[Pat Calhoun]

Those hoods deserve a crack on the dome;

Doc's gal pal is a luscious poem.

Punch 'em, Doc - lay them out on the floor...

'Cause some things are well worth fighting for.

[frozentundraguy]

On 6/24/2017 at 7:23 PM, Pat Calhoun said:

 

On 6/24/2017 at 7:23 PM, Pat Calhoun said:

Great rhyme Pat!

His poor brain encased in a metal cage
surely he must possess a powerful rage
and possibly will defect to the Soviet side
who would blame him for leaving for something untried

[retrocomics]

 

I Gave You My Heart, You Gave Me A Pen

 

I opened up and let you in

I gave you my heart, you gave me a pen

Sliced open skull to show how I think

In return a writing utensil full of ink

Cut off my arms to show you my might

No use to me now a gift that can write

Gifted you sight with plucked out eyes

Your present shows it was all just lies

My soul lays naked down by your feet

But hey I can doodle upon the sheet

I opened up and let you in

I gave you my heart you gave me a pen

 

[retrocomics]

Soup's on! (or McDonald's secret sauce)

 

It's the pot that stews with rancid meat

That keeps them lined up down the street

People flock from miles away

To fill  their bowl with the soup of the day

Eyes, ears, and hearts just to name a few

Are all ingredients in the devil's stew

Those in line know it's not right

But cares dissolve with just one bite

Out back bodies piled up two by two

Butchered, processed with care just for you

Fear not about health regulation

Don't mind the grade of sanitation

Do anything to fill their bowl

Pays not money but a piece of soul

Hurry friends and come on down

To the hippest  hotspot here in town

[Pat Calhoun]

[frozentundraguy]

Time for the yearly reawakening 

Instaverse style

I hear the creeping skeletal men
they are prowling about the muck again
they crawl in synch, and they crawl by night
they know no bounds and are not very bright

But perchance if you should glance their way
it might just hold their advance at bay
long enough for you to ponder doom
before you tumble into nearby gloomy tomb

Remember to wear your hiking boots
should you encounter those slimy newts
they know one sudden misstep on your part
and they will dine out ala-carte

 

 

[Black Bat]

On 6/14/2017 at 10:46 PM, Pat Calhoun said:

 

This is materfully disturbing- well done!

Edited February 26, 2019 by Black Bat