Satisfy

The post that this image was found in is worth the read.

Satisfy

I want to satisfy

The need in you

To need me

I want to satisfy

Your every need

So you always need

To come back for more

I want to satisfy

My love

~Blooming Psycho~

SATISFY  (transitive verb)
1a : to carry out the terms of (as a contract) : discharge
  b : to meet a financial obligation to
2: to make reparation to (an injured party) : indemnify
3a : to make happy : please  
 b : to gratify to the full : appease
4a : convince
  b : to put an end to (doubt or uncertainty) : dispel

5a : to conform to (as specifications) : be adequate to (an end in view)

Notes:

Trifecta is going away. This is a bummer. Even though Team Netherworld's writing never passed their muster, we still kind of like them and enjoyed the challenges.

The Psycho has no-one in her life to inspire the writing of such a poem as the one shared above. This poem is written by one of our favorite characters to his wife. He has a tendency to write sappy poetry to her. 

This is far less awkward than the awful poem that one of our other borrowed characters wrote with someone else's wife in mind. In fairness, it was actually an old poem that he wrote after he and this woman spent 666 years together in a hell consisting of nothing but kitchens with spray cheese and saltine crackers. Also, at the point when he wrote the poem, he hadn't yet met the lovely succubus who would become his wife. He used the poem to impress the Vogons, who had asked him to participate in a poetry reading aboard their flagship. He was suffering from writer's block and couldn't come up with any new material.

This blog will officially be participating in the April A-Z challenge. Stay tuned. We hope to avoid writing any awkward Vogon-appeasing poetry.

~Bloomy~

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Guided Adventures by Robert Earl Hoffman

Popcorn is Poppin' Out the Poetry

It takes a lot to get Brittney to say that poetry is cool...

but this kid earns the Brittney Seal of Approval!

Alfred Noyes: The Highwayman

Alfred Noyes stopped by Nervous Norvis' café last night to have a cup of tea and recite his famous poem, The Highwayman for the crowd.

Beavis and Butthead showed their support for Noyes' work. Butthead stated "and then, my friend, you die," followed by Beavis' enthusiastic assertion of "you die!"

Noyes invited the fellows to join him for tea, but Beavis said they'd prefer a Crappuccino. They enjoyed reciting poetry until the next morning when the caffeine finally wore off.

Tom Thumb

for

FOGNL/UNDEAD Arts and Culture Beat

A Tribute to Lou Reed

March 2, 1942 – October 27, 2013

I wish more people
Were vicious like Lou
We should all strive to be
As intolerant too

Lou was one of a kind
His tunes may be imitated
But his heart, soul, and mind
Can't be duplicated

Still, it would be nice
If we all could just be
So vicious like Lou
And just let others be

Love,
Tempest

No Quarter

Note: I am currently in quite a low place emotionally, and this poem is what was inspired by the 100 Word Song challenge. If the only thing you have to say is to tell me that I "shouldn't" feel how I'm feeling, then kindly fuck right off. I am feeling how I'm feeling, and I don't have the patience to argue with the sort who wants to sanctimoniously lecture me about it.

I've found in my long and often difficult life that the people who want to tell a sad or angry person to stop feeling that way have gleaned some sort of uncomfortable truth from said individual's work. I've got some bad news for you, Sunshine. Life is not always a happy place, and there are some for whom it's always a struggle. If you can acknowledge that with an open mind, read on. Otherwise, go here.

No Quarter

When you are

Middle aged

Mentally ill

And

Badly Broke

You realize

That there are no

Opportunities

For those like you

To triumph

Ever

You stop trying

Because you can never triumph

You stop sharing

Because the only thing that happens

To the words you share

Is that they are torn down

Love is meant for beauty queens

And opportunities

Are only given

To those who meet certain qualifications

Agreed upon by a shallow

Youth-oriented

Society

I learned the truth at seventeen

But fueled by denial

I hoped that the bleeding hearts and artists

Would embrace me

It never happened

~Tempest~