Free Association

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Free Association

Postby Dunedan » Sat Aug 19, 2006 12:17 pm

Free Association (An Epic Poem of Forgettable Magnitude)



Love is free
Life is free
Death is free
Why shouldn’t association be?


Racecarts, figs, murk and haze
Balloons and goats
And silhouettes on trolleys
Growing towards your moon

The shade is rising
The rain pours into my heart
Sinking the Titanic all over again
Just to make Gilligan laugh

I blew a trumpet announcing my arrival
But no one heard
Perhaps because the trumpet was imaginary
Or maybe because the people were

The sun was slithering
Snaking in the grass
I tried to hide in a keg
But became disgusted

Milk and raisins were falling on my head
Peering at the tiny soldiers
Forming ranks within my scalp
Digging trenches in the dandruff

Burnt matches all on file
Lining up to be recarded
And join again the herd
That I count as I fall asleep

Allusions whispered of Norsemen with beards
But it was only Norman with beds
I shooed him
He sued me

Judy (the judge) gave me parole
On pain of death
Electrodes were implanted in my bath
To shock me should I resist?

But the barn stole the cake
And indeed the money that Norman didn’t take
Alimony to livestock
To prove they came from me


But I burnt it with the resurrected matches
Who cried at being included?
I suppose I should have called first
But it was awfully late for such a thing

And if the sky was painted
What was it painted on?
Moon beams and wood shine
Dark thoughts and cheerful nonsense

Cynicality and technicalities
Postponed the opening of the museum
“My Life: Through the Agesâ€
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Postby Anna Mae » Sat Aug 26, 2006 3:17 pm

This is ceratinly a very interesting poem. You have an impressive number of references to varied sources. I would be interested in hearing about when you wrote this poem.
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]

[i]Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away. On the pedestal these words are inscribed:

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€
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Postby Zarn Ishtare » Tue Sep 26, 2006 7:33 am

This poem...

I enjoyed if very much. It's sort of in the same vein I write, except...different.

Never the less, I readily applaud you for your style; so many people think that sort of thing odd, the abstract poetic...hmmmm....
With your doubt, all is comfort
We are all as we appear
No more questions left unanswered
No more wonder, no more fear
Nothing is beauty, nothing's feeling
Blood where there once was a soul
So I ask you, prove yourself
Make me believe that you are whole
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Postby Anna Mae » Sun Oct 01, 2006 4:21 pm

(Sorry; this post was an accident.)
[SIZE="4"][color="DarkSlateBlue"]God has called me to mission work in Paraguay and Brazil. I may return to CAA someday. God bless all of you![/color][/SIZE]

[i]Two vast and trunk-less legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare the lone and level sands stretch far away. On the pedestal these words are inscribed:

“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!â€
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