Second Life Poetry

Sometimes it helps to take out frustration through words, so join in or not, I'm writing a poem:

(No I don't really have a wife, I'm only in college )


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By Douglas Callahan

In need of getting away from the wife,
I begin to play on Second Life,
It is quite fun you might say,
Like riding on Santa's sleigh,

However sometimes it is not,
As Second Life seems to be on pot,
Messages about bad login,
Remind me of a kick in the shin,

Try and try and try I did,
To get onto the main grid,
Unsuccesful again and again,
Even after many a new versain,

Error and error I have seen,
That are beginning to hurt my splene,
So now on the forums posting,
My patience toasting,

I still love the game,
And this is such a shame,
To see what it became,
Let's hope the next version isn't the same.




Your turn. anything goes: can rhyme, or not, haiku, whatever works.

The things we tell ourselves are 'true' are like wards, talismans, held at arms length and in shaking hands as we stand in the doorway of life... mumbling our prayers in a voice filled not so much with belief, but hope.

What things do you tell yourself as you stand naked and shivering in the doorway? What things do you tell others when you take the time to notice them, as you are racing from your stoop after something that has caught your eye?

Do you laugh at them, naked and clammy and clinging to their secrets like a fig leaf to the genitals? Do you fear they laugh at you? You who run naked from your place of safety in hopes the thing you pursue is not, in fact, carnivorously hungry?

Do you even notice them, the street lined with their neat houses, their carefully maintained yards, each and every one of them a quiet plea, ‘Look… I am pleasant and aesthetic. I am tidy and symmetrical. I am like you. Stay with me a while, give me thoughts and words that I can believe are not my own.’?

Do you see the ones who stand in their yards, looking the length of the avenue, noting one another? Do you see the ones who venture into the street, to follow it where it may lead? Have you noticed there are never any stop signs on these roads? No speed limits? No patrolling officers with large caliber weaponry to make others care about the talisman you carry?

Can you hear difference in their words? Or are they the ones you whisper to yourself, there, in the place only you inhabit? Do you ever hear your words spoken back to you? Would you know them if you did?

wow. I never took a poetry class, and I guess you just showed me up.


I got served

I think that I will never see
a prim as lovely as a Linden tree.

I didn't show you up until you said I did, dear. I was contributing.

haha, i know. your poem was awesome, just my way of saying it .

Second Life poetry
expressions shared in verse and rhyme
written words the soul will find
convey the feelings of the heart
spark emotions from the start

Words do flow and speak thy mind
of thoughts and wishes of fun times
Visuals gained from my text,
my poetry I have expressed!

Rosa Gardner

A talented builder named Alice
Made a 200 meter tall phallus
From it's head I have heard
You could see to Ahern
And it's balls were decked out like a palace.

Damn, you're funny, Siggy!

Titillation of the mind
Crosses confusion and clarity
The ambiguity of our future, and
The occasional calamity of our present
Cannot detract from the fundamental pleasure
That is our
Second Life

Plywood cube so small
So much possibility
Size and shape my world