For authors stuck in a rut or even experiencing writer's block.
Here is a exercise for ANYONE to try:
Write about a general idea as if you were several people, meaning yourself and perhaps up to 4 others.
Your own Poet's Club. Like a Book Club, but instead of everyone reading the same book and each giving your assessment - each of you writes the same book your own way.
You will discover that you have some alter egos itching to express themselves and when they do - their rhyme schemes, styles, tone and perspectives will be different.
You will discover that while one or two of you enjoy writing about sex and love, the others may be more interested in religion or politics or just having fun writing wacky songs.
Here's To The Lies
You're courting center stage
With the man who was my lover
Oh, it's such an honor
Armored in this hideous chiffon gown
Even though an hour ago
You ducked into the coatroom, undercover
Where his brother's sweaty fingers
Pulled your smelly G-string down
I wish you both
All the joy and happiness
In the world
As I stand here
Biting my tongue
With my knuckles curled
Tightly around this bouquet
Blood fleeting from my fingers
As I abstain from objecting
To this mockery on display
If only I could sincerely
Say that I really didn't care
Counting the promises broken
That I wouldn't even dare to go there
But, here I am, once again
Hiking that familiar worn out trail
Tempted to snap a champagne flute
Impale her eyes behind that veil
And then,
I come to my senses
this is where I begin to see the Light
The realization settling in
almost like a private choir singing for me and only me
It does the heart no good to get mad
which causes my heart to rejoice, lifting in spirit
Because I know what truly matters
And that is,
I'll be getting even
Till death
May you never part
And forever dwell in bliss
Of the stupidity and ignorance
That culminated
In this
Betrothal of betrayal
This
Sordid matrimonial tale
Without a prayer
In the very least
In God I trust
This union to fail
Here's to the lies
And to venereal disease from all the guys
Banging that revolving door of a snatch
You have come to so dearly prize
Over the love I gave you
With the exception of one lousy night
In which you fucked her behind my back
And now,
She serves you right
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Here's To The Lies
Get down
How low will you go
To stay the execution
Delay the parade from Death Row?
To where with the brine soaked skull
When in the moment pivotal
Society cleaves and cooks the meat
From the breastbone of your soul
Will you appeal, insist it wasn't real
By pleading insanity or in an act of vanity
Sign a perverse and cursed Faustian deal?
In a pathetic sloughing of whatever ethics
Miserably clinging with lichened fingers
To the rigored conscience that still lingers
And fills your ears with dull ringing
Before your last rites are read
The shroud is pulled over your head
What will you have to say for yourself
That you haven't already said?
Before your eyes bulge out of their sockets
And warm urine streams into your pockets
What will you have to say for yourself
That you haven't already said?
Will there be honesty?
Will there be regret?
Or more of the same truncated
Obfuscated truth
We haven't heard yet?
Sit down
Trial run before the big show
Visualize the racked and tortured faces
The people you've come to know
To whom you don't owe an explanation
For what you continue swearing you never comitted
As the guards with care, measure and tailor
The high voltage suit to be fitted
And the Warden tips his head back
Downs a flask of gin
Saying as he wipes his chin,
Here's to the lies
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Here's To The Lies
What does it take
To be a blatant hypocrite?
One part twit, two parts
Unevolved idiot
Never shaken, but always
Stirring up shit
Pathological liar
That never can quit
When she's behind
Well, drinks are on me
This time around
And I think that I'll be kind
Hey, Mister, would you please
Pour a round for the little lying bitch
At the end of the bar
'Cause there's no end to the joy
That it brings me to hear her
Unsubstantiated accusations from afar
What she's incapable of proving
That in the end, ten times out of ten
She gets herself caught in the act of doing
It's the lifelong lesson
She's never learned thus far
I don't foresee her learning it anytime soon
Even now
Ankle deep like water
Bullshit is filling up the room
There's not much more about her to tell
That through her incriminations
She doesn't already confess
If anything, I'd say
It has everything to do with
A leak in the plumbing of her subconscious
I'd suggest you hike up your fancy dress
'Cause the hem of your latest Fruedian slip
Is bound to become a dirty mess
But it would only encourage
Having my name dragged through the mud
So why even bother?
I'll just take comfort in the old saying
[I]You're a broad with a paper asshole[/I]
Inherited from my father
What does it take
To be a blatant hypocrite?
One part twit, two parts
Unevolved idiot
So, I raise my glass
Here's to the lies
Coming back to bite you in the ass
If there's anything
I'm willing to drink to
And drown myself in
That would certainly be it
I like your advice..thank you so much...I really like your examples as well..
Those are amazing.
Big hugs, Margot
Smiles.
Tribulations ( Lesbo Techno )
Sally, why are you staring at me like that?
Tribulations
Tribulations
Tribulations across the nations
Young ladies in awkward social situations
Sequel to the best time of their life
Spent in sorrow, joy and strife
Living for today inspite of tomorrow
Embracing their college years
Dormitized with all their peers
It's realized, don't act surprised
Deep down inside
They're all queers
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Experimentations
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With sexual orientations
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Indoctrinations
Breaching the gates of taboo
In late night same sex fornications
Moaning and groaning
Writhing mass of flesh and limbs
Legs spread apart
Wishboning one another
Hips grinding lips
T-boning
Under sheets, in shower stalls
Denial crumbles, resistance falls
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Rachel, why is your hand on my knee?
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Lick it right there, Stephanie - oh yeah!
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Susie, why don't you come over here
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And stick your finger in my
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Techno Lesbos
duda doot doot doo
duda doot doot doo
dadoot
Zirconia bespeckled knuckles fill the air
Budding breasted bodies caught up in the throes
Brandishing glowsticks about without any care
A seascape froth with luminescant dildos
Where they are
Anymore
Nobody knows
Where everything and anything goes
Where am I
What am I here for
Do you suppose?
Surrounded by raving techno lesbos
Downing Extasy like it was dimestore candy
Drowning in a flood of sweet but sour seratonin bliss
Every now and then
A stranger's press-on nails groping me
While all I want to do is to take a piss
And crawl out the bathroom window
Any excuse to escape the ebb and flow
But the tide keeps drawing me further away and out
I tread my way through the waves of doubt
While the natives just continue
To jump and shout
Where am I
What am I here for
Do you suppose?
Surrounded by raving techno lesbos
Where they are
Anymore
Nobody knows
Where everything and anything goes
Was I born this way?
Was it something that I chose?
What's it say about me
Associating
With all these dryhumping
Intoxicated hoes?
Should I just give in
Let curiosity win
Let them pass me around
Surf the wave and never look back
Abandon sanity and all reason
Foresake dry ground?
Is the answer floating somewhere
In a glass bottle?
duda doot doot doo
duda doot doot doo
dadoot
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Delta Sappho Eta Pi
Everyone
It's time to play Spin The Bottle
Let's see who's got the hots for who
And do some jello shots too
Here's one for me
Here's three for you
Are you feeling the buzz yet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than this
Everyone
Get ready for a game of naked Twister
Let's have all bimbos report to the mat
Grab a sorority sister
Don't dawdle, don't linger
'Cause that's where the action's at
And while your at it, don't be shy
If you stumble upon a leaking dyke
Plug the hole with your finger
Are you feeling the buzz yet
Are you fondling my fuzz yet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than this
Everyone
Who's up for a game of shirts 'n skins volleyball?
For a net, you can use my double D cups
And stretch them from wall to wall
Try not to spike it too hard
And should you happen to perform a muff dive
There's plenty of soft feather pillows
And silicone to break your fall
Are you feeling the buzz yet
Are you fondling my fuzz yet
Are your panties moist and wet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than this
Sapphic Sisters
Of Delta Sappho Eta Pi
I pledge my allegience
To the great Goddess in the sky
And vow to be the best Sister that I can
By refusing to swap spit with any man
I now pronounce myself Lesbian
On the technicality
That I've experimented with being Bi
Are you feeling the buzz yet
Are you fondling my fuzz yet
Are your panties moist and wet
You know it doesn't get
Any better than
Slumber parties on the floor
Sleeping bags for two or more
You know it doesn't get
Any better than
Painting your girlfriend's toes
Impromptu lingerie fashion shows
You know it doesn't get
Any better than
THIS
I've personally posted in a few other forums under a minimum of 5 identities. Until people figured out who I was ( which very few did ), it was fun and challenging because it forced me into a position of having to put out 5X as much poetry on daily basis.
Even the mods here doing a background check have stumbled upon a forum where I literally have conversations with myself.
I do tend to play with myself way too much.
