Soloman Tump Posted April 7, 2019 Share Posted April 7, 2019 For the next issue of my zine, I want to include some more poetry (it seemed to go down well last time I did this) and I thought it might be fun to ask the population of WATMM to help out. So... If you fancy a chance of getting some poetry printed, please respond to this thread with your entry (or PM me if you prefer / wish to remain anon). By entering you give me the right to republish it, yada yada.... Rough theme; SYNTHESIS (interpret as you see fit) No actual prizes other than getting written into my zine. Please include a handle / artist name and poem title if you want credit, otherwise anon. Probably got 2 weeks max on this so don't hang about. Length not important although shorter works will most likely get printed! K thx Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cruising for burgers Posted April 7, 2019 Share Posted April 7, 2019 synthesis penises he's, his ISIS i'm truly sorry... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soloman Tump Posted April 7, 2019 Author Share Posted April 7, 2019 The act of creation By SJ Tump Headphones on, Lever up. Nod to the beat, say wassup I push, I twist! Knobs knobs knobs! Blinking and flashing I think this bus is crashing. Maybe I should stick to physical manifestations Of engineering creations "No" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sheatheman Posted April 8, 2019 Share Posted April 8, 2019 There’s a red wheel barrow Along the back fence Overturned in the weeds and flowers It’s a place I go When I need to dump out a pot of soup No one is more special than me and I am no more special than feces. We fuck for fun not to propagate lives of a dying species. I'll sign my signature and draw a pattern in the sand when the wind blows the grains away to rearrange it's Gods hand. One day when this electric brain will cease The cells will separate to suffocate and we'll greet peace LiFE IS SHIT AS A TEENAGER! LIFE Is SHiT AS A TEENAGER! hORMONeS PUMPinG! iN MY PANtS ALWAYS A RAGER! Sounds like it was written by someone who thinks Exai is better than Tomorrows Harvest. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dingformung Posted April 8, 2019 Share Posted April 8, 2019 synthesizer, one, two, three I have a schlong and it makes wee Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mcbpete Posted April 8, 2019 Share Posted April 8, 2019 Dictaphone-Whisk by mcbpete The other day Moira claimed to have invented the pop-shield - You know, that thing that goes in front of microphones. She says she thought of it to stop her husband Nigel spitting at her when he talks, on account of his huge tongue that sort of wobbles in his mouth gregariously. I called her a liar and said that people have been using them since before she was born. She sulked and tripped over the dining-room table leg due to that clumsy rage-walk she does. In the kitchen I heard shouting out combined names of various objects she could see in there - Toaster-towel, Fridge-clock, Chair-socket, Butter-tap, Cheese-Foil.... She claims that's how she invented the pop-shield: "a synthesis of the stuff around me" (Though how there was a medieval protective guard and a genre of music within close proximity I'm unsure). I still think she's a liar, poor Nigel doesn't even have a tongue, and what the hell would Cheese-Foil be anyway ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sawtooth Posted April 10, 2019 Share Posted April 10, 2019 watmm beat poetry slam for most IDM 2019 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Entorwellian Posted April 12, 2019 Share Posted April 12, 2019 Ride on your high horse and reach for the skies but don't fall off and lose feeling in your thighs and be bound to a wheelchair and a breathing apparatus so you'll never be forgotten for your legendary status. How will they remember you? Will they build a bridge in your name? Or try to cash in on your Hollywood fame. Though Lex Luthor was bad, and Kryptonite made you weak You'll always be remembered as flying head over feet. - Ode to Superman Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BCM Posted April 12, 2019 Share Posted April 12, 2019 without feeling, the sound turned opal shimmer waves like dreams of glass and stone tuned as thick hide helps me forget she protect without feeling Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cwmbrancity Posted April 13, 2019 Share Posted April 13, 2019 General Election 1992 Oh an election all shite & deception flops on an April day, 3 puppets hang (power's a love thang) like weebles they wobble & sway. Birds Birds, birds, augury by feathered wisps in whispering wilting skies, wait a sec, yes, whiskey is tasty. Birds, birds, when they take a dump on your heart, ejaculate, ejaculate, hate, crate, late, fate, twat(e), whiskey is tasty. Birds, birds, augury by crows, rooks, ravens & jackdaws, charcoal mirrors of morphine & diazepam, oxycodone's bathing oxytocin, wait a thousand lifetimes, whiskey is tasty. Birds, birds, waifs of distilled depravity, as a word set teeth into silence, a silence that goes "................", so you can't hear fuck all except the fridge drone, whiskey is tasty. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Soloman Tump Posted May 13, 2019 Author Share Posted May 13, 2019 **LAST CALL** Going to print very soon.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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