Posterior Propensities
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Broken Wind
I’m the proclamation
That comes from deep within
Expressed irritation
I am the broken wind
My voice often rumbles
I herald my approach
Making all to humble
None are beyond reproach
I speak in tongue unknown
Yet all do understand
The words that I bemoan
Dreaded thru out the land
But I am feared the most
When with anger I bear
Come quiet from my host
Hot breath of silent air
A weapon I become
Wielded with disdain
And when my deed is done
Those alive are insane
So summon me with care
For no one can defend
If I leave your derriere
I may bring about your end
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April 24, 2008 at 1:08 pm
i would have loved to hear this one recorded, very powerful
ok what’s up with those tags?? hehe
April 24, 2008 at 1:11 pm
I’ve had some pretty powerful ones. in school i was voted most likely to become a natural resouce.
April 24, 2008 at 1:35 pm
Ode to a fart; - this one is priceless with its elevated peotic language. There is a miasmic elegance to farts, categories and effects to be enumerated. My “Rumpole” is a maestro of symphonic smellies. Our family has superior instruments in this regard. Road trips in past have borne out our propensity to riff on each other’s farts. Hee!! G
April 24, 2008 at 1:48 pm
I really like your poetry! Why did you only join once into the Poetry Train?
April 24, 2008 at 4:08 pm
Did I? I don’t recall that but then again I don’t recall doing allot of stuff I supposedly did.
I don’t generally do many prompts because I’m not that consistant and I’m really just antisocial. Mostly though, it has to do with my writing method which is no method at all. Things pop into my brain and I scribble them down.
April 24, 2008 at 4:25 pm
Well, if that is not a method, Ozy, I’m not using a method either for writting my poetry! I just call that “feeling what is around you” poetry writting!
April 24, 2008 at 5:21 pm
April 24, 2008 at 7:41 pm
(ROTFL) Only you would write a poem about this…(shakes head) You are hilarious!
April 24, 2008 at 7:51 pm
This is amazing. I don’t think anyone could have done this so poetically.
April 24, 2008 at 7:55 pm
All hail Ozymandiaz, his royal fartiness. Damn. I love you man.
You are the bomb. Literally.
~pinching nose and grinning~
April 24, 2008 at 8:19 pm
That one gets me right in the screaming sphincter.
A genius in flatulent fabulous.
April 24, 2008 at 8:45 pm
holy fuck.. that was too damn good!!!!!
April 25, 2008 at 1:20 pm
Purty good poem for an old fart.
April 25, 2008 at 1:46 pm
(I can’t resist)
Man, this one STINKS.
Ha!
Rock on!
April 26, 2008 at 4:35 pm
So clever!
April 27, 2008 at 8:54 pm
*sniff . . . sniff . . . (phewww)
That literally brought tears to my eyes, Oz.
Thanks for the nightcap, bud
~m
May 4, 2008 at 6:48 pm
Your poetry speaks to me.