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  • #327516

    Dee-Marie
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  • #503234

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    Someone reminded me today of that bad poetry thread we had for a while. It was a lot of fun, so I thought I’d start ‘er up again. But, oh dear, that means I owe y’all a poem to start with. But a bad one, so it’s cool.

    Poems, poems, the musical verse the more I write, the worse (oh curse!) I try so hard to make a rhyme And yet I fail, every day 😉 Next?

     

  • #503235

    rabbitofinle
    Participant

    I tried to write a poem
    but it just wasn’t flowing
    so I smashed my computer
    and went to Hooters
    At the bar I was a star
    but I think I went to far
    because I said something silly and
    fought with a hillbilly
    Now I back to the rhyme
    cus, I sitting here doing time

  • #503236

    bigiq
    Participant

    Poetry Shmoetry,
    why do I try?
    I’d rather eat stink bugs,
    get poked in the eye,
    than to think up another
    poetic verse
    fortunately here
    I can do it worse!

  • #503237

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    That old thread died, yes it’s true
    Like a bat in the chimney, it went up the flue
    Reading all that horrible verse
    T’was worse than riding back seat in a hearse
    But Pegs we are missing all our old crew

    Sarah Jane seems taken away
    Wordsmith is silent, and by the way
    Mustang Rider seems to have galloped on
    And Ladaway also seems to be quite gone
    Others there were, all gone by the way

    So if this thread is to surface again
    We’ll need the help of many a new friend.
    And the bad bards can sit ’round the fire
    And seriously, imperiously raise the ire
    of the good poets who inhabit the poetry den

    That little thread was fun while it lasted
    And all rules of poetry got thoroughly blasted
    While Keats and Browning and Shakespear
    Rolled in their graves and quivered in fear
    While we took their art and soundly trashed it

  • #503238

    Bruce
    Participant

    Rhyming scheme AAAA Eh?

    He wasn’t fickle
    Just loved a tickle
    While eating a pickle
    With juice that did trickle
    Up his sleeves!

    Elizabeth
    PS you lot had me rolling on the floor laughing.

  • #503239

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    Just the ticket we need
    rhyme that makes the eyes bleed
    That makes the head jar
    And fills the ears with tar
    And makes all our cats wish by hounds they were treed

  • #503240

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    G-Girl – 2009-01-11 7:41 PM Poetry Shmoetry, why do I try? I’d rather eat stink bugs, get poked in the eye, than to think up another poetic verse fortunately here I can do it worse!

     

    I like this, G-Girl! It has meter!

  • #503241

    jennifernobile
    Participant

    For Emily D

    I felt a cleavage twixt my thighs;
    I wondered what i ’twas.
    I looked, and lo! to my surprise
    I spied a bit of fuzz..

  • #503242

    Voskamp
    Blocked

    Kerry, Kerry,

    I wouldn’t touch that with a ten foot pole

    For fear t’would find in that cleavage fold

    Fuzz you say (me thinks twas not the goal)

    Something more precious twas what he stole.

  • #503243

    jennifernobile
    Participant

    L,

    I meant twixt not twist. Fixed that. Keywords, obviously, are lo and ’twas.

  • #503244

    ladygambler
    Participant

    I once tried to write a poem all I got was boredom I’m so bad It made me mad I gave it a kick in the pants

  • #503245

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    We try to write poetry too
    And all we get is verbal goo
    Its really quite sad
    That it turns out so bad
    And it makes me feel oh so blue

  • #503246

    bigiq
    Participant

    pegs – 2009-01-11 9:53 PM

    I like this, G-Girl! It has meter!

    I’m sorry…I’ll do worse next time. 😉

  • #503247

    castraub
    Participant

    Did you ever wonder where a booger came from?

     

    It crawled out of your brain and turned to gum.

     

    A sudden wind it’s blown out in a sneeze.

     

    And it land on a flake of pizza cheese.

     

    A hand picks it up and it goes for a ride

     

    It sees a mouth and goes back inside.

     

    And now the booger has been swallowed.

     

    The digestive tract is what it followed.

     

    Through the stomach and into the gut.

     

    Going all the way no matter what.

     

    The booger can now be described in one word

     

    Our friend is officially now a turd.

     

    It lands in the toilet with a splash and flush.

     

    And goes to the sewer and turns to mush.

    written on the back of an IHOP placemat circa 1985

     

  • #503248

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    A metered poem can be worse
    than any other kind of verse
    So G girl, worry not, my friend
    Your poet stint will never end

    As long as you keep rhyming here
    the laureates have naught to fear
    for we are worse than they could dream
    in fact our poems would make them scream

    and rend their hair and rant and rave
    run screaming into frothy waves
    give up their pens, throw down the scroll
    renounce the craft, crawl in a hole

    and who is left? the poets dread
    with silly verses in our heads
    the art is doomed, we’ll sink, not swim
    but as we do, we’ll laugh, by Jim!

  • #503249

    bigiq
    Participant

    I’ll meter all the live-long day
    I’ll meter when I hit the hay
    I’ll meter when I park the car
    I’ll meter near, I’ll meter far
    I’ll meter more than anyone
    I’ll write the worstest meter pun
    I’ll prove that meter can be worse
    than any other sort of verse
    so thank you, Pegs, for the o.k.
    I’ll meter more another day

  • #503250

    sirtwizt
    Participant

    I have no idea what this “meter” means

    Attempting this crap again it seems

    Never been good at poetry, ya know

    But this is the place to let it show.

     

  • #503251

    bigiq
    Participant

    Excellent meter Nerd 😉

  • #503252

    Bruce
    Participant

    A couplet:)

    Nerd got is meter read
    Excellent! is wot was said!

    Elizabeth

  • #503253

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    a triplet in waltz meter

    Elizabeth’s couplet is poetry true
    And G-girl’s got meter, why Supernerd too!
    This triplet is tricky to end! Help! Can you?

  • #503254

    sirtwizt
    Participant

    Thanks a lot!

    (It’s all I got.);)

  • #503255

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    wondo – 2009-01-12 11:55 AM
    We try to write poetry too
    And all we get is verbal goo
    Its really quite sad
    That it turns out so bad
    And it makes me feel oh so blue

    A limerick writer you are
    This gooey creation goes far
    You better watch out
    The scouts are about
    They’ll make you the next Poet Star!

  • #503256

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    Limericks are what I write
    So bad they may cause a fight
    I sit here on my can
    Rhyming up a storm, oh man
    Here’s another, it is such a fright

  • #503257

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    The snow lies white on frozen ground
    The howling winds the only sound
    As snowflakes flee before its thrust
    And gather on the ground like dust
    Covering the earth all around

  • #503258

    Bruce
    Participant

    wondo – 2009-01-14 9:49 PM

    The snow lies white on frozen ground
    The howling winds the only sound
    As snowflakes flee before its thrust
    And gather on the ground like dust
    Covering the earth all around

    I swear that dog’s going to the pound!

    Red Rover come over!
    Now don’t hang about!
    Don’t make me come get you!
    or whistle and shout!
    It’s cold and it’s icy, I’m freezing to death
    Get in here you fleebag
    I’m not coming out!

    Elizabeth:)
    PS No animals were harmed in the commission of this masterpiece:)

  • #503259

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    Great stuff! I’m laughing out loud, Elizabeth!

  • #503260

    Bruce
    Participant

    pegs – 2009-01-15 9:57 AM

    Great stuff! I’m laughing out loud, Elizabeth!

    Laughter doeth good like a medicine
    just like a cheap box of plonk
    A swig here and there, a jump in the air
    And you’re happily, giddilly, zonked!

    Elizabeth

    PS Pegs, loved your doc specific poem over on the other board.

  • #503261

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    I’m s’posed to be writing a column ’bout zits
    those mug-ugly bumps that give teenagers fits

    How does this thing happen? Please, doctor, help!
    I’m spotty, I’m pimply, I’m covered with welts!

    It’s awful, embarrassing, painful and worse:
    My girlfriend won’t touch me; she says I am cursed.

    So please, give me something to clear my skin up
    I beg you, have mercy on this zitty pup!

    No problem, I soothe him, the answer is clear
    just do what I say, you’ll have nothing to fear

    Go down to the grocery and ask that new bagger
    to loan you a brown paper big one, then stagger

    Back home with it over your head! What? My license?
    You want it? Oh, what have I done, I have no sense!

    I take it all back, I was giddy from deadlines
    and trying to be serious: it furrows my head lines

    Please calm down, relax now, don’t have a conniption
    I’ll cure you I promise: here is a prescription!

    He’s gone. Now I have to get back to my writing
    Be serious, scholarly, helpful, inviting

    Thank goodness for Dread Poets thread- yes indeed
    a place to unwind when I’m truly in need.

  • #503262

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Q< wondo - 2009-01-11 9:42 PM
    And Ladaway also seems to be quite gone>Q

    ladaway gone?
    Just for a season
    That’s not too long
    Here’s the reason

    Can’t use just a hunch
    Boo-coos of research to do
    Copywriting is eating my lunch
    Chomping into forum time, too

    Took too big a bite
    Not giving in
    Will continue to write
    Until I win

  • #503263

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Today, while doing laundry
    Remembering years gone by
    Clothes would freeze
    While hanging outside

    Fingers were frozen numb
    Couldn’t feel the clothes-pin
    Hurried to get done
    Just wanted to go in

    Was my desire
    To hold cold, red hands
    Close to the fire
    So they’d turn the color of sand

    Close to the fire I’d stay
    They stung and burned
    Much to my dismay
    Until the color returned

    The blessing of clothes dryers.

  • #503264

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    Clothes dryers yes, and central heat
    And the automatic washer is hard to beat
    The dishwasher is my best friend
    Riding mower makes the lawn easy to tend
    The old reel to reel made the back bend

  • #503265

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    The old reel to reel, you say
    Brings back another memory
    Computer with reels, awaits
    Medical info under lock and key

  • #503266

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    Great to see you, ladaway!

    Thanks for the memories of yesterday.

  • #503267

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Hello, anybody home?
    What did you say?
    You’re all alone?
    It’s not where they stay?

    Oh dear, oh me
    Where have I gone?
    Let me see,
    Which is their home?

    They all ran away
    Their rhymes on the shelf
    They went to play
    Just have to talk to myself.

  • #503268

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    There once was a procrastinator
    Whose favorite expression was “later!”
    She fiddled and rhymed
    And wasted her time
    ’til her Muse had plumb evaporatered!

  • #503269

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Bills paid
    Doggie fed
    Busy day
    Going to bed

  • #503270

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    ladaway – 2009-01-27 10:35 PM Bills paid Doggie fed Busy day Going to bed

    I LOVE this, Lyn!

  • #503271

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    What can I say,
    Scurried about
    Non-stop, all day.
    Was ready to fall out

  • #503272

    Bruce
    Participant

    🙂

    Up with the sun
    Work to be done
    I’m not the one
    to do it!
    But I am the one
    to shoo-shoo-shoo
    shoo-shoo-shoo
    shoo it.
    Geez, now I’m exhausted.

    Elizabeth

  • #503273

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    I’ve been clearing snow and ice
    This weather’s a pain, but the snow looks nice
    My hands and feet are feeling numb
    Hurt my back and jammed my thumb
    I long for spring at any price

    Ten inches deep and getting more
    Blowing snow is quite a bore
    The cats won’t even go outside
    So they from the cold do hide
    They run away from any open door

    Wood stove crackles with the heat
    Warming frozen hands and feet
    Cooking supper will be fun
    Pork chops grilled until quite done
    Fire red coal give flavor hard to beat

    The bird feeder has a devoted following
    Of cardinals, woodpeckers and bunting
    Sunflower seed the birds devour
    As they flit and feed hour by hour
    gathering strength for the coming spring

  • #503274

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Rebellious Tasks

    Can’t wait your turn,
    And gang up on me.
    Patience, you spurn.
    My scorn, you’ll see.

    There’s no big rush.
    We’ve plenty of time.
    Don’t shove and push.
    You tasks get in line.

    You’re at a loss.
    Better remember,
    I’m your boss.
    Now, take a number.

    Some days, they really try to overwhelm a person.

  • #503275

    Bruce
    Participant

    Lyn,
    I noticed you are doing a rhymer four liner
    But I think your poem would be finer
    If you wrote a bit closer to the truth
    And ended stanza four with, “Get Lost!”

    Ah, crack myself up! 🙂
    Elizabeth
    PS Wondo sorry for your pain, but this had me ROFLOL: Hurt my back and jammed my thumb

  • #503276

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    I am deeply hurt and saddened that my pain elicits mirth. (?)
    PS
    the back is better and so is the thumb.

  • #503277

    Bruce
    Participant

    Here now, wait just a minute, Wondo
    Is it my fault if you share a blundo
    And cause a giggle here and about
    Putting your thumb and back way out!

    And if in my de pressed stupor
    I get a chuckle from your wee blooper
    Surely you’ve done a marvelous deed
    And brought a laugh to one in need:)

    Elizabeth, PO-et extrordinaire:)

    Ps I’m really sorry for your pain. I thought you were just being funny.
    But, anyhow, isn’t it amazing how things can be excommunicated online?
    Can’t we all just get along?

  • #503278

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    Funny I was trying to be
    No need to apologize to me
    Just ignore my sass
    Was just being a smart___
    and laugh till tears wet your knee

  • #503279

    Bruce
    Participant

    Fear not O’ wonderous Wondo
    Your jesting t’was recognised

    And I for one am not offended
    nor am I for one surprised

    That you dear one for another’s uplifting
    did indeed some fancy footwork shifting

    first from wounded Wondo bear
    to one of them that really care

    If they or not have sassed another
    or caused some big offence

    By being a wee bit kinda thick
    Or as we say, quite dense:)

    Does any of this make sence????

    Elizabeth
    Now I’m in pain:) 🙂 🙂 Is there a doactor in the house?

  • #503280

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Wondo!

    You shouldn’t try to dig
    The flowers, as they sleep
    Under the drifts, so big
    In Spring, the sun they’ll seek

    🙂

  • #503281

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    In another month or so
    We will be rid of snow
    Daffodils will peek through
    Snowdrops will bloom too
    And crocus will complete the show

  • #503282

    bigiq
    Participant

    While walking to the mailbox
    I fell on my patootie
    And when I checked the mail
    found a summons for jury duty

    I guess you could say that insult
    was added to injury
    Other people get fun mail
    I wish they’d send some to me

  • #503283

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    G-girl, it’s your civic duty
    some would even call it sport
    so get off that fine patootie
    suit it up and go to court!

    (I’ve always wanted to do jury duty. I’m jealous.)

  • #503284

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Geez!

    No work today
    Big mistake
    I can’t get away
    Forums since day-break

    Won’t let me go
    I’m their hostage
    Don’t they know
    Release the bondage



    Was here half the day
    Not spending the night, too
    Putting this laptop away
    Sleepy Time tea I’ll brew

  • #503285

    Luna Lovegood
    Participant

    I didn’t write this, but I found this poem once”

    There was an old lady,
    My how she could mash potatoes!!
    She fell in love with a horse and buggy,
    Come let us lean on the river.

  • #503286

    Luna Lovegood
    Participant

    I didn’t write this, but I found this poem once:

    There was an old lady,
    My how she could mash potatoes!!
    She fell in love with a horse and buggy,
    Come let us lean on the river.

  • #503287

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Posting words, being a pest
    Briefly junping in, I am
    Laptop needs a rest
    Charging battery 94% down
    Never fear,
    Now, I’m outta here

  • #503288

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Posting words, being a pest
    Briefly junping in, I am
    Laptop needs a rest
    Charging battery 94% down
    Never fear,
    Now, I’m outta here

  • #503289

    REM
    Participant

    I sit here reading all this
    Thinking of what I did miss
    All the years without writer’s digest
    and the forum with all the best
    poets that are existing
    And now I myself am insisting
    On doing bad poetry!

    First ever try to rhyme in English, if that counts as an excuse. 😉

  • #503290

    REM
    Participant

    I sit here reading all this
    Thinking of what I did miss
    All the years without writer’s digest
    and the forum with all the best
    poets that are existing
    And now I myself am insisting
    On doing bad poetry!

    First ever try to rhyme in English, if that counts as an excuse. 😉

  • #503291

    bigiq
    Participant

    That’s the beauty
    of this thread
    no excuses are
    needed
    This is the place
    for “poets dread”
    where none of the
    rules are heeded

    Welcome Julia!

  • #503292

    bigiq
    Participant

    That’s the beauty
    of this thread
    no excuses are
    needed
    This is the place
    for “poets dread”
    where none of the
    rules are heeded

    Welcome Julia!

  • #503293

    pete5668
    Participant

    High school is what fills my days
    There’s always directions going in different ways
    Being a junior I’m in extracurricular activities
    And in the next few months I have the SATs
    To top it all of is what’s really frantic
    My idiot friend who takes me for granted
    WORD!! :emoticon:

  • #503294

    pete5668
    Participant

    High school is what fills my days
    There’s always directions going in different ways
    Being a junior I’m in extracurricular activities
    And in the next few months I have the SATs
    To top it all of is what’s really frantic
    My idiot friend who takes me for granted
    WORD!! :emoticon:

  • #503296

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Critique section, in the Poetry sub-section. You know, where the – ahem – “real poets” hang out. Those people are amazing! So prolific. New poems by the dozens every day! I’m totally in awe.

    One thing they do is suggest changes in each other’s poems. It gave me an idea for those of us Dread Poets. A new game. I’ll call it “Chain Poetry.” I’ll start a poem with a kernel, and someone else can change it or add on to it, make it bigger and better. Another person after that, and let’s just see where it goes. A group effort! Okay? Here goes. 

    “Mawwaige….”  Just kidding!

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

  • #503295

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    I’ve been spending a lot of time in the Critique section, in the Poetry sub-section. You know, where the – ahem – “real poets” hang out. Those people are amazing! So prolific. New poems by the dozens every day! I’m totally in awe.

    One thing they do is suggest changes in each other’s poems. It gave me an idea for those of us Dread Poets. A new game. I’ll call it “Chain Poetry.” I’ll start a poem with a kernel, and someone else can change it or add on to it, make it bigger and better. Another person after that, and let’s just see where it goes. A group effort! Okay? Here goes. 

    “Mawwaige….”  Just kidding!

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

  • #503297

    jb1962
    Participant

    If I can jump in without imposing…

    pegs – 2009-03-01 12:55 AM

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

  • #503298

    jb1962
    Participant

    If I can jump in without imposing…

    pegs – 2009-03-01 12:55 AM

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

  • #503299

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    ecoll – 2009-03-01 12:42 AM If I can jump in without imposing…

    pegs – 2009-03-01 12:55 AM Thunder shakes the crags inky clouds flail shifting peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting boat lost forever in the dark

    Jump in! Jump in! That’s the whole idea! Very cool addition.

    Next?

  • #503300

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    ecoll – 2009-03-01 12:42 AM If I can jump in without imposing…

    pegs – 2009-03-01 12:55 AM Thunder shakes the crags inky clouds flail shifting peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting boat lost forever in the dark

    Jump in! Jump in! That’s the whole idea! Very cool addition.

    Next?

  • #503301

    Bruce
    Participant

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

    Once moored to a carousel in the mall
    Now ripped and torn and stark and bald
    Burning, turning, lightening striking
    Captain Ahab and Moby Dick still a’fightin

    (Pegs, We are still doing ‘dreaded’ right?) 🙂
    Elizabeth

  • #503302

    Bruce
    Participant

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

    Once moored to a carousel in the mall
    Now ripped and torn and stark and bald
    Burning, turning, lightening striking
    Captain Ahab and Moby Dick still a’fightin

    (Pegs, We are still doing ‘dreaded’ right?) 🙂
    Elizabeth

  • #503303

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

    Once moored to a carousel in the mall
    Now ripped and torn and stark and bald
    Burning, turning, lightening striking
    Captain Ahab and Moby Dick still a’fightin

    Waters engulfed in dense fog
    is the mariner’s plight with
    only a guiding beacon light

  • #503304

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    Elizabeth – this is whatever kind of poem we want to make it. A group effort.

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

    Once moored to a carousel in the mall
    Now ripped and torn and stark and bald
    Burning, turning, lightening striking
    Captain Ahab and Moby Dick still a’fightin

    Waters engulfed in dense fog
    is the mariner’s plight with
    only a guiding beacon light

    This ghostly vessel half sunk flotsam
    lurching wavesides with clumsy abandon
    will it ever rest?

  • #503305

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

    Once moored to a carousel in the mall
    Now ripped and torn and stark and bald
    Burning, turning, lightening striking
    Captain Ahab and Moby Dick still a’fightin

    Waters engulfed in dense fog
    is the mariner’s plight with
    only a guiding beacon light

    This ghostly vessel half sunk flotsam
    lurching wavesides with clumsy abandon
    will it ever rest?

    The deck now soaked
    Slippery as a frozen pond
    The crew goes sliding along
    Holding on for dear life

  • #503306

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

    Once moored to a carousel in the mall
    Now ripped and torn and stark and bald
    Burning, turning, lightening striking
    Captain Ahab and Moby Dick still a’fightin

    Waters engulfed in dense fog
    is the mariner’s plight with
    only a guiding beacon light

    This ghostly vessel half sunk flotsam
    lurching wavesides with clumsy abandon
    will it ever rest?

    The deck now soaked
    Slippery as a frozen pond
    The crew goes sliding along

    Suddenly the slant becomes wall
    shedding sailors
    wreckage hails on disappearing seas
    Davy Jones victorious

  • #503307

    jb1962
    Participant

    Thunder shakes the crags
    inky clouds flail shifting
    peaks of lightning spark

    A mess of smashed brick-a-brack
    on a roiling fog is an eerie drifting
    boat lost forever in the dark

    Once moored to a carousel in the mall
    Now ripped and torn and stark and bald
    Burning, turning, lightening striking
    Captain Ahab and Moby Dick still a’fightin

    Waters engulfed in dense fog
    is the mariner’s plight with
    only a guiding beacon light

    This ghostly vessel half sunk flotsam
    lurching wavesides with clumsy abandon
    will it ever rest?

    The deck now soaked
    Slippery as a frozen pond
    The crew goes sliding along

    Suddenly the slant becomes wall
    shedding sailors
    wreckage hails on disappearing seas
    Davy Jones victorious

    Welcoming them into his crew
    He sits high among the drowned
    and laughs at their plight
    their lungs with no air found.

  • #503308

    paris1929
    Participant

    I liked it okay, it is a bit dfferent than the way I write. I use maybe to many metephors, but it’s me and love me or leave me. You did a very well job and it was a smooth read. Thanks.
    T

  • #503309

    paris1929
    Participant

    I liked it okay, it is a bit dfferent than the way I write. I use maybe to many metephors, but it’s me and love me or leave me. You did a very well job and it was a smooth read. Thanks.
    T

  • #503310

    lanabanana
    Participant

    wondo – 2009-01-11 8:42 PM Sarah Jane seems taken away.

    Yes wondo I was away for awhile I’m afraid,
    but now I’m back.
    Did I save the day? 🙂

  • #503311

    bigiq
    Participant

    Welcome back Sarah Jane! We were afraid you’d been grounded for life or something–hope everything is going well with you. And yes, you saved the day. 😉

  • #503312

    bigiq
    Participant

    Welcome back Sarah Jane! We were afraid you’d been grounded for life or something–hope everything is going well with you. And yes, you saved the day. 😉

  • #503313

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Sarah Jane – 2009-03-06 9:36 PM
    Yes wondo I was away for awhile I’m afraid,
    but now I’m back.
    Did I save the day? 🙂

    Her presence, we yearned
    Welcome back home
    Our kitten has returned
    She didn’t stay gone

    Did she see a pony
    A mustang, along the way
    Wonder where she’s gone
    Will she forever stray

    Lyn

  • #503314

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    Welcome back, Miss Sarah Jane
    We all looked for you, quite in vane
    This thread has gotten too high class for me
    It is now filled with good poetry
    If I put my junk in, they’ll all go insane

  • #503315

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Sharpen their senses
    Make them think
    Insanity will diminish
    In Dementia, they won’t sink

    Lyn

  • #503316

    lanabanana
    Participant

    G-Girl – 2009-03-06 10:41 PM Welcome back Sarah Jane! We were afraid you’d been grounded for life or something–hope everything is going well with you. And yes, you saved the day. 😉

    I’ve been down in the sci-fi forum down below.  😉

    I’m doing fine 😀

  • #503317

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Such a happy kitten
    Look at her go
    She don’t need mittens
    To let let us know

  • #503318

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    The time chanjed, indede
    But, knot the enternal klock
    Bodee conphused about sleap
    A nockternal zomby it mockz

    Lyn
    😮

  • #503319

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    Young Sarah Jane had gone to Spain

    For many a long long day

    Now Sarah Jane is back again (say “uh-GANE” like snooty English person)

    Back in the thread to play

     

  • #503320

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Sarah Jane went to Spain?
    Surely not for the Run of the Bulls
    Glad she’s not a kitty in pain
    and trampled to mull

    Lyn

  • #503321

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    I want to write a poem, I do
    to be a poet, just like you

    sculpting phrases harsh and sweet
    laying stanzas at their feet

    like a guide you show and tell
    slice of heaven, flash of hell

    chill of memory, black desire
    ache of loss and love’s sweet fire

    all with chosen words sublime
    with a twist, or with a rhyme

    You’re a wizard, tzar of verse
    As for me, I could be worse

    But not much.

  • #503322

    jennifernobile
    Participant

    Hi, Pegs,

    Silly little nitpick.
    You can have a czar
    Or you can have a tsar
    But tzars fell on Alabama.
    Clad in pink pajama
    According to Gautama
    Of the Grand Bazaar.

    Kerry
    Kerry

  • #503323

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    The tale of Irish old,
    A leprechaun hides
    His pot of gold,
    So the story goes

    Catch him if you can
    Frisky fellow, he is
    Escapes a quick hand
    Vanishes from sight



    US war vets of old
    Tell of orange and green
    A different story told
    Of a country divided

    Green, not their comrade
    Helped the antagonist
    War supplies they sent
    US preferred the orange

  • #503324

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    kerrymichaelwood – 2009-03-13 6:35 AM Hi, Pegs, Silly little nitpick. You can have a czar Or you can have a tsar But tzars fell on Alabama. Clad in pink pajama According to Gautama Of the Grand Bazaar. Kerry Kerry

    A czar, a tsar and a silly ol’ tzar
    strolled around the Grand Bazaar
    munching corndogs, slurping coke
    sharing stories, making jokes

    Tzar he bought some candy corn
    sweet and sticky, nice and warm
    Czar and Tsar preferred an ice
    not so messy, just as nice

    Of a sudden, Tzar screamed OW!
    SOMETHING STUNG ME, OH AND HOW!
    On his skin an ugly welt did
    rise, and then his whole self melted

    Yessir, gone, he disappeared
    in the silence then they heard
    Tzar’s come uppance, buzzing free
    his nemesis, the Spelling Bee

  • #503325

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    kerrymichaelwood – 2009-03-13 6:35 AM Hi, Pegs, Silly little nitpick. You can have a czar Or you can have a tsar But tzars fell on Alabama. Clad in pink pajama According to Gautama Of the Grand Bazaar. Kerry Kerry

    A czar, a tsar and a silly ol’ tzar
    strolled around the Grand Bazaar
    munching corndogs, slurping coke
    sharing stories, making jokes

    Tzar he bought some candy corn
    sweet and sticky, nice and warm
    Czar and Tsar preferred an ice
    not so messy, just as nice

    Of a sudden, Tzar screamed OW!
    SOMETHING STUNG ME, OH AND HOW!
    On his skin an ugly welt did
    rise, and then his whole self melted

    Yessir, gone, he disappeared
    in the silence then they heard
    Tzar’s come uppance, buzzing free
    his nemesis, the Spelling Bee

  • #503326

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    A hare and a boar went to the fair
    And saw a bore with a flea in his hair
    Next a large bear caused them to flee
    To a bare island in the middle of the sea
    There was nothing to see that they would need
    Not even any flour for them to knead
    But they found a flower that for a cent
    Would send them so high with its scent
    That they found a cloud that they could hire
    To take them up so much higher
    Then from their shirts a parachute they would sew
    And they drifted down into a wood near the loo
    And scared the hell out of a boy named Lou
    This tale is over, this your hopes should bouy
    And make all you doggies wag your tails with joy

  • #503327

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    A hare and a boar went to the fair
    And saw a bore with a flea in his hair
    Next a large bear caused them to flee
    To a bare island in the middle of the sea
    There was nothing to see that they would need
    Not even any flour for them to knead
    But they found a flower that for a cent
    Would send them so high with its scent
    That they found a cloud that they could hire
    To take them up so much higher
    Then from their shirts a parachute they would sew
    And they drifted down into a wood near the loo
    And scared the hell out of a boy named Lou
    This tale is over, this your hopes should bouy
    And make all you doggies wag your tails with joy

  • #503328

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    Another birthday has come and gone
    A new year beckons with the dawn
    Another year older, I feel bleak
    The bones and joints crack and creak
    The eyes are shot and memory flown

  • #503329

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    Another birthday has come and gone
    A new year beckons with the dawn
    Another year older, I feel bleak
    The bones and joints crack and creak
    The eyes are shot and memory flown

  • #503330

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    There once was a guy name of Wondo
    whose birthday was always no fun. Though
    his friends all got happy
    and mama got sappy,
    the poor guy himself got despondo.

  • #503331

    Dee-Marie
    Participant

    There once was a guy name of Wondo
    whose birthday was always no fun. Though
    his friends all got happy
    and mama got sappy,
    the poor guy himself got despondo.

  • #503332

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    New page in Wondo’s life book
    Awh, the lessons he’s learned
    Backward, will he look?
    For the past, will he yearn?

  • #503333

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    New page in Wondo’s life book
    Awh, the lessons he’s learned
    Backward, will he look?
    For the past, will he yearn?

  • #503334

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    The advantages are best at my stage of life
    Lessons learned from past toil and strife
    Can be used to build future plans
    So yes, to the past one eye scans
    Yet, forward I march to drum and fife

    Hey, I never claimed to be a poet.

  • #503335

    Carmela Jones
    Participant

    The advantages are best at my stage of life
    Lessons learned from past toil and strife
    Can be used to build future plans
    So yes, to the past one eye scans
    Yet, forward I march to drum and fife

    Hey, I never claimed to be a poet.

  • #503336

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Oh, crap
    All hail breaking loose
    Before I get zapped
    Run like a goose

    Shutting down
    Before it’s too late
    Rumbling sound
    What’s the fate


    Edit, the next morning

    It huffed and puffed
    Rained and hailed
    Blew all kinds of stuff
    Then, away it sailed

    ***************
    June ’09

    Setting you free
    Fly like a bird
    Feel the gentle breeze
    Against your feathers

    Farewell ye forum
    Flee no more
    The fledging and famous
    Freed but not forgotten

  • #503337

    rawpowergirl
    Participant

    Oh, crap
    All hail breaking loose
    Before I get zapped
    Run like a goose

    Shutting down
    Before it’s too late
    Rumbling sound
    What’s the fate


    Edit, the next morning

    It huffed and puffed
    Rained and hailed
    Blew all kinds of stuff
    Then, away it sailed

    ***************
    June ’09

    Setting you free
    Fly like a bird
    Feel the gentle breeze
    Against your feathers

    Farewell ye forum
    Flee no more
    The fledging and famous
    Freed but not forgotten

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