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Vanity Lost – Random Twitter Poem For March 6th

dragonblogger — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 19:59:17 +0000

Today’s poem is about a vain main who was proud of his looks, his hair and his success only to realize his vanity and reflect on the past as a barber trimmed what was left of his thinning hairline. This poem inspired by 6 words (in blue) provided by the following people on twitter:

@DavidMercury (unexpected), @PlotDog (success), @shemah (poltergeist), @azredneck (barber), @fujcycle13 (apologize), @soulpoetrysite (listen)

Vanity Lost

A shining success in your early years
Pompous and arrogant as any man can be
Time can be so unkind and does not apologize
As weathering sets in, an unexpected twist
Hairline receding, looks but a distant shadow
Former memories of your once wavy locks
A poltergeist of the past haunting you
So you sit in the barber chair
A smirk on your face reflecting on this
As you listen to the barber ramble on
A few quick clips with the scissors
Your pride and vanity falling
With the clippings to the floor
You can’t help but laugh
At the irony of it all

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Horror Show – Random Twitter Poem for March 5th

dragonblogger — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 22:39:16 +0000

Today I was hard pressed to come up with a random twitter poem by the end of the day, for some reason the Coulrophobic and fear of clowns thing made me think of Killer Clowns from Outer Space movie, then it made me think of Stephen King’s IT, and I guess that is why this poem turned into a horrific one about creatures devouring some people. Thanks to the following people on twitter for providing the 10 random words (in blue) today.

@BlazingMinds (mastication), @lejonprime (penultimate), @SurfCityJay (assign), @rockalong (viscerate), @DavidMercury (hungry), @shemah (coulrophobic), @wafflesteak (discombobulated), @celestemj (envy),
@jollything (exterior), @azredneck (party)

Horror Show

Nothing but horror exists at this party
People quivering as if in coulrophobic fear
Discombobulated men and women screaming
Who would the creatures viscerate next?

A woman cried out, the penultimate victim
Her mastication was eminent
These hungry creatures ravaged a dozen already
Their bloated exterior stomachs swollen

No one would envy their fate
These creatures assign people as meals
The last victim lies weeping now
A pool of blood and urine at his feet

Monsters with no remorse descend
His last screams fell on deaf ears
His last memories of being eaten
His last feeling was fanged teeth

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Random Twitter Poem For Wednesday March 4th

dragonblogger — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 20:29:39 +0000

Random Twitter Poem For Wednesday March 4thThe randomness of the words was hard to pull a consistent theme, but somehow this piece of art fell together. Let me know how I did, and thanks to the following people who sent me the 10 random words (in blue) on twitter today.

@jollything (recessed), @shemah (supermarket), @anefallarme (frustration), @coach_gold (rainy), @or1gb1u3 (threat), @PlotDog (intersection), @BlazingMinds (starlight), @SoloPocono (rush), @Mistrtim (birthday), @billnega (relax)

In A Dream

I met you in a dream once
Where we pranced with fairies
On a rainy yet sunlit morning
Not a drop of frustration in our hearts
Fruit to fill a supermarket growing around us
Just the two of us
Recessed from the world together
Later that night
As our bodies relax under the starlight
A birthday wish is just a moment away
One that we shouldn’t rush
And should savor like fine wine
The threat of innocence about do be undone
Our fruit never tasted so sweet
Our chances were fated to meet
At this intersection between reality
At least this once
In a dream

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Random Twitter Poem For Tuesday March 3rd

dragonblogger — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 19:33:22 +0000

My imagination went wild for today’s poem and for some reason I kept picturing Mr. Manhattan from The Watchmen, and came up with this unusual poem about a blue giant from the ocean coming to a Hawaiian village with a message. Thanks to the following people for providing the 8 random words (in blue) on twitter:

@fujcycle13 (pelican), @Jan_Geronimo (tattoo), @jollything (Film), @or1gb1u3 (kona), @azredneck (jade), @Oneunder2001 (uranium), @SurfCityJay (aneurism), @lejonprime (ombudsman)

The Blue God

In a small fishing village off of the Kona port
People eating their breakfast and engaged in morning palaver
A giant man rises from the ocean depths radiating light
Skin so blue one may think it was caused by uranium exposure
Looking like a special effect pulled from a Hollywood film
Jade colored tattoo of an atomic symbol on his chest

The sight would give almost anyone an aneurism
The obmudsman arrives on the scene from being flooded with calls
The being takes a step toward the beach
Foot sinking and rising in the sands
leaving a gap a half dozen feet deep

With startling dexterity the giant moves his arm
Snatching a pelican out of the sky
Expecting him to crush the bird
He instead studies it and sets it free
It is then that the great man speaks

“People of the surface world” his voice rumbles deep
“Our seas are poisoned by your arrogance” he continues
“Anger us further and there will be no recourse”
“You will not receive a second warning”
His final words were spoken

As swiftly as he arrived he quickly departs
Stepping back into the waters of the deep
People stunned in total silence
Soon world officials will converse
Time to change the world

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Random Twitter Poem For Monday March 2nd

dragonblogger — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 19:24:09 +0000

Today’s poem is about a secluded forest worshiper who still holds on to old rituals and rites, and he is discovered and sought after for some unknown reason.Â This is a little tale of his pursuit and was crafted from 11 random words (in blue) provided by the following twitter members:

@anefallarme (rumors), @Jan_Geronimo (screech), @StarMars (shaman), @shemah (chipmunk), @KnightDiver (direction), @Miragi (antiquated), @Coyotesqrl (byzantine), @jollything (schedule), @azredneck (factory), @fujcycle13 (chunky), @Buddylaroo (cereal)

The Druid Is Found

Rumors exist of a man, the last of his kind
A man of nature who is at war with technology
One who would never set foot in a factory
Nobody knows which path or direction he takes
But he is seen and known by those who travel his lands
Like a mystic shaman harnessing old and antiquated magic
Animals and plants seem to obey and protect him
From the mighty bear who guards his home
To the chipmunk who acts as his spy
He sits on a fallen log consuming some cereal
A screech of a hawk warns him of danger
Somehow he was found and tracked
Chunky overweight men trying to capture him
His robes whipping around him, he flees
Leaving not a single set of tracks
Evading his pursuers this day
He sets to study his next course of action
A byzantine ritual performed in the moonlight
A future glimpsed and his spirits sour
He would be caught within a few days
We would need to schedule a plan
Someone to take his place
A man with his heart in the woods
But who would he find?

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Pestilence

dragonblogger — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 15:00:30 +0000

Pestilence

Diseased wasps spawned from your wicked tongue

Pain and suffering brought on those you walk among

Poison vapors exuding from the air you breathe

Peace and prosperity you promised, yet you deceive

Children weep, while mothers enter eternal sleep

Bodies fall in scores, souls all too cheap

Villages claimed by your coming, our future is gray

All that’s left is wastelands, the ghosts come out to play.

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Random Twitter Poem For February 27th

dragonblogger — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 19:33:54 +0000

I am a very open minded and free person, I dislike hatred and intolerance of any kind.Â People are all people and humans are creative and artistic, I can’t understand why there is so much hatred and intolerance in the world to people who are “different”.Â This poem is filled with hatred, anger, ignorance and is what I think of when I see all the hate crimes that are committed in the world against people who are different.Â Especially crimes against the gay and lesbian community.Â This poem was crafted from the following 11 random words (in blue) provided by the following twitter members:

@SurfCityJay (finally), @Mistrtim (delicious), @jollything (modify), @Miragi (violence), @WebBetty (wink), @crimeinterrupte (boxcar), @joenobody (asparagus), @fujcycle13 (Rookie), @billnega (glitch), @StarMars (calendar), @coyotesqrl (omission)

Homophobic Violence

Did you just wink at me?
Like I am some delicious piece of meat
You sick twisted bastard
Freak of nature
You think its okay
To modify your lifestyle
Something outside the norm
A glitch in your sexuality
Sitting in your own little boxcar
You deserve the violence
That gets inflicted on you and your kind
Finally you get what you deserve
You little sissy pansy freak
You deserve no mercy
For being different
For making me uncomfortable
Lay there
Bleed there
Don’t beg me for mercy
Freak
You won’t get any
I don’t like your kind
I am not some inexperienced rookie
I know what you want
Go stick your asparagus somewhere else
You can eat my fist
Don’t blame me for hitting you
This is all your fault
Looking at me like that
I know what you were thinking
Your the reason this world is falling apart
Its not natural, sin against nature
There will be no date on my calendar
That I will accept your ways
Repent for your behavior
Sinner
I know right from wrong
You deserved what I did
Don’t cry take it like a man
Be glad I didn’t kill you
Now be normal freak
Stop the omission of truth
Let this be a lesson to you

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Random Twitter Poem For February 26th

dragonblogger — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 20:28:11 +0000

Today’s random twitter poem is about an ancient holy building once used maybe during Grecian or Roman-era times, and someone who stands inside the place feeling its presence and power.Â This poem was inspired by 9 random words provided (in blue) from the following twitter followers who played today:

@coyotesqrl (cassava), @or1gb1u3 (lavender), @joenobody (agnostic), @WebBetty (stench), @shemah (bread), @anefallarme (Evolve), @darksaturn7 (center), @fujcycle13 (intrinsic), @azredneck (forecast)

Ancient Cathedral

No fine aroma of lavender found here
only the stench of stale moldy bread
accented with earthy scent of cassava

Even the most devout agnostic can feel
Something flowing from the center, intangible
The aura and ancient power of this place

What once might have been full of life
Now carries the ghosts of centuries past
Abandoned but never forgotten

Once ancient rights that would eventually evolve
Were performed at these now dusty granite altars
Stained Glass illusions danced around the walls

This once powerful symbol of divinity and good
Destruction and ruin were never in the forecast
Now its intrinsic value belonging to ghosts

You stand surveying all of this waiting for a sign
Is there a lost god left who will answer your prayer?
Can freedom and peace be found here within?

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Random Twitter Poem For February 25th

dragonblogger — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:57:40 +0000

Today’s very dark poem just seemed to come together based on the 11 random words (in blue) that I received from the following twitter people:

@anefallarme (lust), @azredneck (player), @Yochanan (death), @KnightDiver (serenity), @Miragi (seclusion), @Heleanora (constipated), @ArunBasilLal (copyright), @mebplus2 (Marigold), @StarMars (mango), @sgetwit (Tropical), @joenobody (inconceivable)

Saying Goodbye

Lacking the lust for life
That once kept you so happy
Sadness filled your every cracks

Family and friends disconnected
Boring career with no future ahead
This constipated life leeching your sanity

Seeking the tropical world that exists
On the other side of this life
Where a soul can flourish like a marigold

At first a flirty thought
Soon becomes quite serious
What is the best and most painless course

Then you act on the inconceivable
Looking forward to the serenity
That can only be found in death

So you lock yourself in seclusion
In a garage with all doors closed
Would it hurt to suffocate you wonder

You start the car and rev the engine
Feeling like a player in a game
One you will both win and lose in the end

Mango colored distortions in your vision
Light headed and blurry you slump forward
Let them copyright my final act in life

-Poem by Dragon Blogger

Random Twitter Poem for February 24th

dragonblogger — Tue, 24 Feb 2009 21:06:12 +0000

Today’s poem was centered on old fashioned 50’s era Mafia type crime organization, with a young person idolizing and joining, only to meet his end. The word that inspired the theme today was consigliere, and I included all 8 words (in blue) from the following people:

@summerbreeze80 (steaming), @Jan_Geronimo (rainbow), @coyotesqrl (consigliere), @anefallarme (infatuated), @Miragi (secret), @cheth (macro), @azredneck (crash), @jollything (clear)

Life of Crime

Infatuated with the underground
It all became clear from a young age
Like a rainbow bursting from a thunderstorm
You wanted in on their secret way of life

You worked as a front man for years
Until you infiltrated the macro organization
You met with the consigliere
Shook his hand, kissed his cheek

Yet it all came down in a crash
One night at one restaurant
Rival gang burst in wanting revenge
Tommy Guns blared, bodies fell

Steaming breath escaped from dying lips
You wanted this life since you were a boy
Yet dying on the floor now you wonder
Was it worth it?

-Poem by Dragon Blogger