write a really bad poem

Jubert de Schubert
has eaten too much camembert
now he is shaped like a pear
and has nothing to wear

the poet bee el pee
has eaten too much LSD
now his brain's shaped like a sponge
and his poems come out strongé [to be pronounced with a French accent] :D

I seenk you mean 'strahnj', non, Sleepy? Mais oui, for ah am zee expert when it cahms to wrahting in a Fransh acsohn.

yep, that's exactly what I meant :)

C'est vrai que c'est une bon idée
d'essayer de parler en Français
Mais si vous n'avez pas ç'apprené
you has a petit problem.

I, lotus, funambulate mit conga loop de doo
so vat if I got nuffing to say
It's my thread and I'll talk if I want to
You got a petit problem wid it
go
just go
Dis party is strickly fer de exclusive set
with no discernment
but a lot of ready cash
fried sandwich anyone?

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Originally Posted by blp

Lots and lots to like here. I especially like 'er, you've got...forget it.'

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you'll be no doubt intrested to hear that the Hare Krishna man outside Waterstone's (?) in Birmingham got himself a band, probably his cousins from India. Wow, he must have been singing Hare Krishna non stop for 4 years by now, but somehow it's not the same anymore, too Bollywoodish. I'm not even sure it's the same guy, actually, if it weren't for the lyrics.

:D

I am interested, yes, though I'm afraid I can't see what that's got to do with the remark of mine you quoted or this thread in general. Perhaps nothing. That would be fine.

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I am interested, yes, though I'm afraid I can't see what that's got to do with the remark of mine you quoted or this thread in general. Perhaps nothing. That would be fine.

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hehe, sorry, the Hare Krishna man featured in the poem you made this comment on, but I was too lazy to figure out who do quote all of it (i.e. my original post+ your comment)

Laziness is fully in the spirit of this thread. ;)

What does TOS BOYS mean, Sleepy?

It's got to be about belief
This endless road of grief
Where death comes like a thief

And you only get one life
One that is always rife
with cuts that sting like a knife

For all these thoughts of death
I want you to meet my friend Seth
He has a lot left of breath

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Laziness is fully in the spirit of this thread. ;)

What does TOS BOYS mean, Sleepy?

It's got to be about belief
This endless road of grief
Where death comes like a thief

And you only get one life
One that is always rife
with cuts that sting like a knife

For all these thoughts of death
I want you to meet my friend Seth
He has a lot left of breath

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:D

This not that bad really. :D

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Originally Posted by Pensive

:D
This not that bad really. :D

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Thanks. Come on, though, some of it is pretty atrocious.

O black leather biker baby
someone told me you've got scabies
at least that's better than rabies.

Don't worry, this one isn't directed at you, Pensive!

O stupor of fantasy incarnate
The force of past troubles residue
Why don't you leave?
When I no longer believe?
Why won't your hurting stain
dissolve?

Dear Members,

Wow!!! Writing a bad poem.
Here I go ,where is my keyboard,
Rhyme with reason,you author or rather E-Author,
Have you noticed?I am growing in lenghth,like a mustache well kept ,
No more space to frow,so here I go thin and I ask you is it not poetry,
At its best,for thoughts trimmed,
Are but thoughts forgotton.
Wow! Wow! here I go,
Shaking my pen at you.

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Originally Posted by V.Jayalakshmi

Dear Members,

Wow!!! Writing a bad poem.
Here I go ,where is my keyboard,
Rhyme with reason,you author or rather E-Author,
Have you noticed?I am growing in lenghth,like a mustache well kept ,
No more space to frow,so here I go thin and I ask you is it not poetry,
At its best,for thoughts trimmed,
Are but thoughts forgotton.
Wow! Wow! here I go,
Shaking my pen at you.

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:D Love the repeated Wows.

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What does TOS BOYS mean, Sleepy?

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TOS= the original series= the first Star Trek series :blush: the one that's got Kirk, Spock and McCoy in it.
by the way, I haven't forgotten your PM. will think about your question some more, though.....

heehee, I wish I could think of a really bad poem with lots of cheap rhymes....

there stood a tree upon the heath
and knit its twigs into a wreath,
towards the ground its leaves did seep
and tears of amber did it weep
for all the halcyon days now lost
and without hope away now tossed.
But of the tree's past happiness,
the humble poet must confess,
the reasons are as yet unknown
and cannot presently be shown,
nor what has brought this loss about
can anyone yet reason out.
So must we all depart anon
and leave our poor tree on its own.

:p :p :D

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Originally Posted by SleepyWitch

there stood a tree upon the heath
and knit its twigs into a wreath,
towards the ground its leaves did seep
and tears of amber did it weep
for all the halcyon days now lost
and without hope away now tossed.
But of the tree's past happiness,
the humble poet must confess,
the reasons are as yet unknown
and cannot presently be shown,
nor what has brought this loss about
can anyone yet reason out.
So must we all depart anon
and leave our poor tree on its own.

:p :p :D

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John Skelton would be proud!

It's really really hard to say
what is the purpose of the day
By this I mean, no one's defined
a general mission for mankind
The aim of yesterday was clear
It was, simply, to get us here
Tomrrow's purpose no one does know
But we can put that off until tomorrow
Perhaps that's where we've been going wrong
Leaving our planning for too long
'til it's tomorrow's today and we've got no plan
Except to bewail the temporal predicament of man.
Ugh!

A Not-So-Rosy Poem
by mazHur

every fruit in the orchard,
every flower in the garden
every man
every woman
everything
has its own distinctive odor
color, feel
but unlike you
nothing stinks so much;
Go take a bath !

buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo buffalo
buffalo buffalo!

Subtile cellular divisions
were slowly eaten by pigeons
this is OK
It's like that today
Pigeons eat all kinds of ****
and are allowed to just get away with it
no one minds anymore
they just go out to the store
and buy more

Pimples waddle afore
and soon oil occupies the shore
of a face owned by O'Dor.
Sausage overfill under the skin,
digestion remedied, hazardous waste wears thin
gluttons shouting more more more.

I don't understand. It says Il Pensoroso was the last person to post here, but his post isn't here and this is the last page.

I see my post.

On the Inauguration of a Vegan faux fastfood outlet in Canada

IT'S CHICKEN THIS TIME
NEXT TIME IT WILL BE GOATS
STILL NEXT IT WILL BE COWS AND PIGS
WILL WE THEN SURVIVE ON GRASS ALONE??

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I see my post.

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Now it's here.

So this is reality
One weird undifferentiated mass of grey ooze
I love you goofy fru

Sorry for the double post, my computer is retarded.

"Bad, bad, bad dog," she blathered blatheringly,
belittleing my painted paw prints plastered across
her hundred thousand year old antique caveman
coffee table from the Casiopea Caverns in Cairns.
My PHD in paw painting from obedience school in
Paris paid for her bad taste in art for the last time.
I can get better treatment at the pound, so I filed
unflinchingly for a new un-flee bitten owner -- woof.

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Originally Posted by blp

So this is reality
One weird undifferentiated mass of grey ooze
I love you goofy fru

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I like this, blp.

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Originally Posted by white camellia

I like this, blp.

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Actually, I kind of like it too.

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Originally Posted by Page Sniffer

"Bad, bad, bad dog," she blathered blatheringly,
belittleing my painted paw prints plastered across
her hundred thousand year old antique caveman
coffee table from the Casiopea Caverns in Cairns.
My PHD in paw painting from obedience school in
Paris paid for her bad taste in art for the last time.
I can get better treatment at the pound, so I filed
unflinchingly for a new un-flee bitten owner -- woof.

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I like this too. Very good in fact.

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Originally Posted by firefangled

Are you so very annoyed about Wednesday?
You won’t confine yourself here,
to be exact;
are you earnest at last,
then we must hurry
to arrange your contract.
Everyone’s raving about Wednesday.
I was distinguished inside that day, you know.
I stretched my neck with nervous looks to see,
where I lived was gone,
along with the light from that day,
my clothes are the same and I know
somewhere are my books of select accounting.
Are you aware of this fact about Wednesday?

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This is just so good. Only just noticed it.

fellow here
girt your ear
for an epic rhyme
to last for time
and in it's subtle ullulations
I shall relate the peregrinations
of Astragor, the Purple Knight of Albion
Who was the greatest champion
this verdant isle has yet beheld
or smelled

thanks, blp!

Father comes home,
sits in a dark sound,
with brown glass —
we swallow
for different reasons.

In school, birds are not
taught. At church,
watching the basket pass;
in the window
men are climbing,
dropping pigeon babies
from gutters.

Father comes home.
Supper stares at me.
Darkness falls, brown
glass does not break…

sleep has wing sounds
follows the tolling bell

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Originally Posted by firefangled

Father comes home,
sits in a dark sound,
with brown glass —
we swallow
for different reasons.

In school, birds are not
taught. At church,
watching the basket pass;
in the window
men are climbing,
dropping pigeon babies
from gutters.

Father comes home.
Supper stares at me.
Darkness falls, brown
glass does not break…

sleep has wing sounds
follows the tolling bell

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OK, this time I think you just forgot you were in the bad poem thread, didn't you?

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OK, this time I think you just forgot you were in the bad poem thread, didn't you?

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I only liked the last two lines. The others bothered me enough to call it bad.

my dog is sleeping
there in the corner

she does not know
what tomorrow holds

nor does she care

my dog is dreaming
there in the corner
of things which are only
to be imagined by us

the dust settles
on the table above her head

still she sleeps

the birds argue
over seed outside

still she sleeps

mothers and fathers yell
at their kids across the street

still she sleeps

forests are burning
somewhere around the world
and somewhere around the world
children are starving

still my dog lies in the corner

sleeping

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Originally Posted by Sarasvati21

my dog is sleeping
there in the corner

she does not know
what tomorrow holds

nor does she care

my dog is dreaming
there in the corner
of things which are only
to be imagined by us

the dust settles
on the table above her head

still she sleeps

the birds argue
over seed outside

still she sleeps

mothers and fathers yell
at their kids across the street

still she sleeps

forests are burning
somewhere around the world
and somewhere around the world
children are starving

still my dog lies in the corner

sleeping

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Another person who doesn't know what thread they're in I think.

This is the computer, that is a bell
For a poem, haven't I done well?