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    Quote Originally Posted by Pendragon View Post
    Roll Over, John Denver! "Annie's Song" just got bashed in an halarious way!

    Wow, Pen. I didn't catch the Annie's Song. Good eye.
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    Quote Originally Posted by firefangled View Post
    Inspired by a Cinquain by Cdn

    You fog up my glasses,
    Like a walk in Miami
    Like the forest in Thailand
    Humid after a rain
    Like the glass in the shower
    Like the car when we make out
    You fog up my glasses
    Come fog them again.

    Come give me a Kleenex
    So at least I can see you
    If only for a moment
    As your lips meet mine
    Flick your tongue on my ear lobe
    In my hair run your fingers
    You can write our initials
    Come fog me again



    Let's see woul I rather clean the guttes or go fly fishing? Hmmm exit stage right! A very good bad poem, Granny.
    Now, thanks to Pen, I'll be singing Annie's song with your poem all day!! I love it.
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    Exclamation

    I’m Sorry, John Denver!

    It’s cold here in the graveyard,
    What did I expect anyway?
    That you would come and see me, everyday?
    At least there’s lots of company,
    And we have fun sometimes—
    Ought to see us bowling with Johnny’s skull after midnight…

    The other ghosts all ask me about you
    And I described you to them the other night,
    And they all agreed I was a fool to even be here before my time.
    Tried to tell them how much I was hurting,
    How I couldn’t sleep at night
    They asked me how much sleep I have had since the night I died?

    I’m sorry for the way things went down that Friday.
    I’m sorry I never tried to talk things out with you.
    More that anything else, I’m sorry for myself—
    Ever try living in a graveyard with a bunch of ghouls?

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    John Denver won't mind! Great Pen.
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    Quote Originally Posted by white camellia View Post
    O, I like it, Aiculík, the intensity and that desparate.
    Thank you, it makes me really proud of my non-talent.


    And here's another one.

    Suffering of a poet

    Every time I try to find the ryme
    I suddenly feel like a mime
    I cannot find rite word
    That wouldn’t sound awkward.
    And there should be something called a rhythm
    But obviosly I’m too dumb
    All day long I invent new metaphores
    Just to find out some jerk already used them before
    I work so hard I really sweat blood
    And after that all I get is being scolded
    For few inocent typos by some snobbish editor
    Who canot understand creativity
    So all he can do is behave meanly
    To someone as talented as me
    Who serve to the godess of beauty
    But such jealous mundane people
    Cannot possibly be able
    To stop the true poet
    To make him to be quiet
    For everyone knows that poet brings his soul to the altar
    And theirfore must forever suffer.
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    Quote Originally Posted by blp View Post
    I don't know what to say, blazeofglory. I think there is such a thing as bad poetry. Isn't there some poetry you prefer reading to other poetry? Might some of those preferences be based on the quality of the poetry rather than just your personal taste?
    In fact poems come from the very heart and things that come from the heart can not be bad at all. May be critics can be judgmental of them but in fact poems can not be bad. Maybe as far as style is concerned there maybe some differences, some may have an embellished style and others have a coarse one but poems rise above all these externals.

    “Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””

    “If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Riesa View Post



    When I look at the stars,
    My heart pounds like a hammer,
    The moon circles remind me of
    A whirlpool’s swirl.

    My head spins, I’m dizzy,
    As my heart begins to wish
    to drown in the whirlpool of your love,
    Where we will meet at the bottom of the sea
    And having died no one can ever tear us asunder.
    There you’ll be, for eternity
    Haunting the deep blue with me.
    This thread is full of poems and this is the interesting part indeed.

    For, poetry comes from the heart,
    As such they are bound to be unrefined
    There is no air of artificiality,
    Like in nature things are coarse.

    Poems are expressions more of the unconscious,
    The unconscious is coarse and disorderly and jumbled indeed,
    And when things come to the conscious layers
    It is arranged, systematized, and carved or sculpted.

    While the rest of other mediums of expression has more elements of thoughts
    Poetry has somethig more of feelings

    “Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature””

    “If water derives lucidity from stillness, how much more the faculties of the mind! The mind of the sage, being in repose, becomes the mirror of the universe, the speculum of all creation.

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    My Sponge

    My sponge,
    how you sponge!
    you know how to sponge!

    Give you a sink,
    you'll sponge it,
    a floor,
    you'll sponge it too.

    the greatest achievement in cleaning,
    O' sponge,
    was the day,
    the soap,
    met you.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Riesa View Post
    My Sponge

    My sponge,
    how you sponge!
    you know how to sponge!

    Give you a sink,
    you'll sponge it,
    a floor,
    you'll sponge it too.

    the greatest achievement in cleaning,
    O' sponge,
    was the day,
    the soap,
    met you.
    When I read the title my thoughts went into a different direction. Now that would have been a really bad poem.

    I don't why Riesa, but you've been writing a lot of bad poems lately.
    LET THERE BE LIGHT

    "Love follows knowledge." – St. Catherine of Siena

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    Quote Originally Posted by Granny5 View Post
    Your rod and reel are waiting
    The air has cooled way down
    The water is clear and inviting
    Why don’t you just go fishing?
    You’ve worked hard all week
    Worries have weighted you down
    Now that the week is ending
    Why don’t you just go fishing?
    Blood pressure needs to be lowered
    And tempers need to calm
    You need your time for thinking
    Why don’t you just go fishing?
    Take one of the kids with you
    You have a memory to make
    I know it all sounds tempting
    Why don’t you just go fishing?
    The lawn needs a mowing
    The gutters could be cleaned
    House work will still be waiting
    Why don't you just go fishing?


    I've finally found something I've good at: Bad Poetry!!!
    Granny, I can totally see this hanging in a bathroom, or in an office, oak frame, water-color of man fishing...
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Virgil View Post
    When I read the title my thoughts went into a different direction. Now that would have been a really bad poem.

    I don't why Riesa, but you've been writing a lot of bad poems lately.

    I know..I wondered if anyone might think in a different direction, not surprised it was you.


    it's fun and doesn't require as much effort to write bad poems. You should give it a whirl. I am still writing seriously, somewhere.
    "Don't matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house, they are company and don't let me catch you remarking on their ways like you were so high and mighty."

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    Quote Originally Posted by Riesa View Post
    My Sponge

    My sponge,
    how you sponge!
    you know how to sponge!

    Give you a sink,
    you'll sponge it,
    a floor,
    you'll sponge it too.

    the greatest achievement in cleaning,
    O' sponge,
    was the day,
    the soap,
    met you.
    Good, Riesa!

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    O pen, you mighty salvager of minds
    drain your whirls and flourish
    like a sink my pad with dashing signs.
    Empty with your singsong voice
    flattery of birds that charm with choice
    to blip their sounding starlight.


    (ahhh, nothing better than to sit at work and write a bad poem)
    and somehow a dog
    has taken itself & its tail considerably away
    into the mountains or sea or sky, leaving
    behind: me, wag.
    - John Berryman

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    Ode to My Laptop


    Tonight
    The two of us
    No interruptions
    Nothing intruding
    Just me and you
    And unspoken words
    We will try to express
    From deep within
    Our feelings
    Our hope
    Our dreams
    And maybe
    Tonight
    A poem
    Will be created
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    a fish lost her mind , went swimming in a desert
    no sharks were there no whales there to hurt
    the night was cool but the day so hot
    the poor little fish just burnt into a rot
    then came a serpent and a uromastix
    and threw the baked little fish into a fix
    ''all the king's horses and all the kings men''
    saw the little fish and left saying Amen.

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