Creativity Thread

[Corvus]

This is for members to post their creative works; literary, visual or others.

[Daniel Hopkins]

tongue wrote this non debate coment above:

"As you appear to either, not read too well or fail to comprehend that which you do read, I now repeat and high light the main point, just in case you missed it Daniel Hopkins"

tongue do you agree with the words of this fool
"This section of the forum is not for debates, but for creativity such as poems, etc"

please answer before the next lie. And I address lies no matter what the forum, if Im removed for that I wouldnt be shaking like you!




Hell dwellers


They live in the ever-flowing river of constant disintegration
by clinging to a gospel which has no explination.

Crooked hearts, psycho fanatic and in sincere.
Less than zero without a true hero to revere.

Hungry ghosts they are pitiful creatures indeed.
Parasites that hide from light on ignorance they feed.

Messengers of hell you are the graveyards swell, how dose it feel
To urn and burn and never learn to stop the always turning wheel?

[The Tongue]

tongue wrote this non debate coment above:

"As you appear to either, not read too well or fail to comprehend that which you do read, I now repeat and high light the main point, just in case you missed it Daniel Hopkins"

tongue do you agree with the words of this fool
"This section of the forum is not for debates, but for creativity such as poems, etc"

please answer before the next lie. And I address lies no matter what the forum, if Im removed for that I wouldnt be shaking like you!




Hell dwellers


They live in the ever-flowing river of constant disintegration
by clinging to a gospel which has no explination.

Crooked hearts, psycho fanatic and in sincere.
Less than zero without a true hero to revere.

Hungry ghosts they are pitiful creatures indeed.
Parasites that hide from light on ignorance they feed.

Messengers of hell you are the graveyards swell, how dose it feel
To urn and burn and never learn to stop the always turning wheel?

An explanation for the poem is this section is OK
And that’s what I wrote ... and that’s allright or so the rules all say
But the “Manuel of Buddhism�...... the sermon you wrote here
Two dozen lines of preachin, where “ONE� rhyming line appears
That’s not the sort of thing we want..... It’s not creative or unique
In this forum there are sections, where from your soapbox you can preach
You know that you’ve been beaten, by a much, much better man
That’s why you’re so abusive in the hope that you’ll be banned
No more to feel the stinging cuts from the sharp two edge-ed Tongue
Yet afraid of the embarrassment of admitting you’ve been done.


There is much to be learned from “people� like these, I wait for the tongue to put me at ease!.

Daniel wrote.... That’s why I masturbate ....upon the flag that is my mat
To tread and shred its sundry threads then give it to my cat
And a word is not a meaning, but meaning is a word
A tongue can say such sweet things and smell just like a turd!

Hell dwellers

They live in the river of ever flowing constant disintegration
They feed on poisoned rice, instead of bread that’s true
They cling to a gospel which has no explanation.
So corrupted is their gospel, they wouldn’t have a clue.

Crooked hearts, psycho fanatics and insincere as well
O! Could we, but turn their heads and save them all from hell.
Less than zero without a true hero to revere.
So many gods and demons, which ones must they believe


Hungry ghosts, they are pitiful creatures, creators of all strife
Hungry for the bread of God, thirsting for the stream of life
Parasites that hide from light. On poisonous rice they feed.
Messengers of hell. You are the graveyards of the damned, indeed.

They will burn in the refining fires of the eternal revolving wheel
You are spirit, not made of dirt, cut by the Tongue. How does it feel
They know there’s no salvation in their many gods and demons
So they masturbate upon their flag, and their cat lies in their semen.

[Daniel Hopkins]

tongue,

right in front of you, ill give your book and flag some love too!

[Daniel Hopkins]

tongue wrote " the sort of thing we want"-in that case ill charge you extra!

[The Tongue]

tongue,

right in front of you, ill give your book and flag some love too!

To love The Tongue is to love his book and his country’s flag as well
I’d never wank upon my flag as do the citizens of hell


Because, We fought and died beneath it
It draped the coffins of our dead,
It symbolized the land we fought for,
Our flag, "blue, white, and red."

Do you despise Australia's history,
Ghost voices, would you gag?
Those who fell in all our battles, crying,
"For country and our flag."

Would you wank upon the flag we love,
And deface the best we have?
Is there nothing you hold sacred?
Hear the voices from the grave.

Hear the drumming beat of our young men's feet:
See the battle fields all red;
See the broken hearted mothers
By the coffins of their dead.

See our flag so wet and heavy
Soaked in blood of crimson red,
Plus the tears of all the widows
Of those Hero's, who are dead.

All the blood and tears our young boys shed,
Were shed beneath that rag.
Would you deface what we hold sacred?
To us, it's more than just a flag.

It's the shroud of our saviours,
Who were offered up, that we,
Might live in peace within this country,
Beneath that Banner of the 'FREE'...........The Tongue

[The Tongue]

tongue wrote " the sort of thing we want"-in that case ill charge you extra!

"That's not the sort of thing we want," is really what I said
But things get warped and twisted, as they enter in your head.
And last time you gave a lecture, you got an audience of one
Now if you're charging extra, you'll get an audience of none.

[Daniel Hopkins]

Tongue,
You pulled my quote also! But you are absolutely correct, who wants this garbage? Maybe the person who originally started the "creative" critique. I am guessing that your rhyme critiques, which would seem to invite debate, or a paracritique, qualify as “creative content�. As poets don’t make great theologians, I do appreciate the rhyme battle but I’ll probably have to concede after a final low blow from the sword of truth! lol .

Before the boy rejected the wrong (Isaiah 7:16)
And before he choose the right
Siddhartha became the first to stop sinning
And first to find the light

Propositions of an oceanic ego
For you to overcome
Diablo imaginary amigo
Your rhymes are tiresome

The King without a Country
Jesus’s once lost Father
You have not given any name,
But Jesus says Kathegetes�


Janaka = Tenages=Tiang, Tathagata = Jesus’s kathegetes. -call no man kathegetes

[The Tongue]

Honour thy mother and father
Were the words that Jesus had said.
But the truth gets so warped and so twisted,
In the minds of those ----- sick in the head.

Grotesque and warped were his paintings
Reflections that flowed from his mind
The colours like brilliant explosions
Were neurons bombarding his brain.

His poetic words were all scrambled
No rhythm no sense and no rhyme
That lad, once the pride of his parents
Was now but a prisoner in time.

He saw not the bars on his windows
As his eyes gazed over the land
Seeing forests the streams and the mountains
All ablaze with those colours so grand.

There he saw a child in his vision
And watched as he laughed and he played
For one moment, he almost remembered
But that moment soon faded away.

Someone came to visit this morning
Or was it last year, would he know?
For time to him has no meaning
Last month was a moment ago.

And his room three by three was a prison
The room where he lived locked in time
Padded walls were his only companions
In their corners he’d hide from his mind.

His mind filled with gods without number
With vipers and demons galore
Poisoned rice from his gods caused his problems
Now he cannot talk sense ------------- any more..............The Tongue.

[The Tongue]

I don't know what's wrong with these women
There's somethin bout me they can't take
Every time I hires me a Hooker
She complains of severe headaches.

[fatherlearningtolove]

I wrote a short story, which I posted on my blog today.