Debate and Discourse: AWESOME POST in "Sorry, You're Not A [Chat]er", by Podly

Kilroy · October 2008

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nexuscrawler wrote: »

let's play poetic madlibs

wherein we replace random words with "cocks" and see how it changes the poems meaning

Forum: Debate and Discourse
Post: Sorry, You're Not A [Chat]er
Posted by: Podly

Original Content:

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black cock.

Inquisitor wrote: »

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his cock?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;

Inquisitor wrote: »

Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs --
Because the Holy Cock over the bent

Evil Multifarious wrote: »

do not go gently into that good night
rage, rage against the dying of the cock

Kilroy wrote:

Dauntless the cock to my lips I set,
And blew. "Childe Roland to the Dark Tower came.''

Bama wrote: »

Two cocks diverged in a yellow wood...

Podly wrote: »

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many cocks seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Evil Multifarious wrote: »

Podly wrote: »

In the room, the women come and go,
Talking of cocks.

Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a cock?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

I do not think that they will sing to me.

Senjutsu wrote: »

How happy is the blameless vestal's cock!
The world a-fucking, by the world a-focked.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each cock accepted, and each mish resign'd

Evil Multifarious wrote: »

Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red cock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red cock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dick.

Kilroy wrote:

She only said, "My life is dreary,
He cometh not," she said;
She said, "I am aweary, aweary,
I would that cock were dead!"

Kilroy · October 2008

Podly wrote: »

The owlet umlaut peeps and hoots
Above the open vowel. And after rain
A deep reverberation fills with stars.

Lost, is it, buried? One more missing piece?

But nothing's lost. Or else: all is cock
And every bit of us is lost in it

Bama wrote: »

Water, water, everywhere,
And all the cocks did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.

Kilroy wrote: »

And sometimes through the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two.
She hath no loyal cock and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

Evil Multifarious wrote: »

Ay, in the very temple of Delight
Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine,
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy's grape against his palate fine;
His cock shall taste the sadness of her might,
And be among her cloudy trophies hung.

Leitner wrote: »

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of cock
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

MikeMan wrote: »

I heard a fly buzz when I died;
The stillness round my form
Was like the stillness in the air
Between the heaves of cock.

The cocks beside had wrung them dry,
And cocks were gathering sure
For that last onset, when the cock
Be witnessed in his power.

I willed my keepsakes, signed away
What portion of me I
Could make assignable, and then
There interposed a cock,

With blue, uncertain, stumbling buzz,
Between the light and me;
And then the windows failed, and then
I could not see to see.

Kilroy wrote: »

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my cock, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Bama wrote: »

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through cocks measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.

YamiNoSenshi wrote: »

She twisted her hands behind her; but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The penis at least was hers!

nexuscrawler wrote: »

Where there is then no cock
For which to strive, no strife can grow up there
From faction; for none, sure, will claim in Hell
Precedence; none, whose portion is so small
Of present pain, that with ambitious cock
Will covet more.

Inquisitor wrote: »

Though in my heart one thought ran free,
Her fresh face wrapped in earthly clot;
Earth, you have marred her purity,
My secret cock without a spot.

Senjutsu wrote: »

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere cocks are loosed upon the world

Evil Multifarious wrote: »

MikeMan wrote: »

there was a young man named cock

whose speed was far faster than mach

his razor, you see
a speedy mach 3
had to chase him around the block.