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Re: Your favorite poem and why
GEORGE: You want me to find a poem about Susan? May she rest in peace?!
WYCK: Well, we think it would be a nice touch for the Foundation literature. Do you have a favorite poet, George? GEORGE: I like, uh... Flavnim WYCK: Pardon? GEORGE: Flavim |
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Re: Your favorite poem and why
Green Eggs and Ham
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Re: Your favorite poem and why
I like most of these poems posted so far, thanks!
I'm not sure if this is my favorite poem, but I know that I love spoken word poetry more than poetry made to be written. I think the addition of a fantastic reader can make the poem, and ideally you should listen to a recording of Francis reading this. I'd post a link, but all I can find is some weird techo-mashup on YouTube. Sage Francis - Hopeless I played connect the dots with your beauty marks And I ended up with picture perfect sheet music I read your musical notes with a composer's eyes And heard our song for the first time My spine is still tingling, mental images of your fine tune is what I've been nodding my head to lately Every now and then you can catch me humming your nudity under my heavy breath I heavily suggest you resurrect your ancient neglected dust collector If you distrust the distance in my seldom plucked heart strings Sit stripped before your full length Perform your reflection backwards Maybe then you will understand the rhythm in my movement Listen when the news is sent Extend when the rules are bent I'll be waiting to take your leave Make me a victim of your two step Make me an apprentice of your body parts Teach me to dance to your beauty marks I'm stepping on toes here and I don't care It's hopeless, it's hopeless It's hopelessness holding this openess to blow a kiss So close your lips but don't get pissed and throw a fist at this vocalist I'm not emotionless, in fact I broke my wrist when I wrote the list of all those I miss This is my poker face, Mister Feel Nothing |
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