So let's share our poetic skills here!! Might be fun!!
Our Poetry (inspired by Wingnut)
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Pearls of wisdom I will share, even if you do not care!!
Sorry, Pearl. I don't have any of those skills to share. I can't even complete a Roses are red Violets are blue poem.
There was once a woman from Nantucket....
How does it end?
A haiku poem...
Coffee makes life good
Hot, black, no sugar for me
I am awake now...
(That's an original I just made up at the coffee shop
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Coffee makes life good
Hot, black, no sugar for me
I am awake now...
(That's an original I just made up at the coffee shop
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I remember several of those, and you cannot tell the ending in polite company.
Is a limerick a poem? I guess it is.
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I only know one but won't share it here. I'd get banned for sure
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Your poetry sucks
We're not sure about you
Just kidding! PLEASE DON'T BAN ME, Pearl made me do it.
Old stuff.
I am the Dusk, I am the dawn.
I stride forward.
I am indwelt by many,
But I am one!
A thousand lives to produce this moment in time,
my moment.
This day I become,
All lives joined as one,
And my hands burn.
I am shadows,
I am void.
I creep among you like a fog of nerve gas,
But my gift is not death, but life!
For I am the child of the dark pantheon,
And darker godparents still.
Where I tread,I contaminate with power,I sow the seeds of becoming!I bring the gift of union!
I teach with a wink,force you to think with
half truths and theory, then destroy your perceptions with facts!
I may hurt or enrage,but in the end I leave you as a god,
and you never even knew it was I that gave you the gift!
I am the student of Set,
The admirer of Lucifer,
The pet of Satan.
we all know they're not the same guy!
I'm nightfall.
I've lain with my face to a a goddess,
and with my thoughts to the love of other-kin.
I've made love to daemon, and I've fought gods for
the honor of their daughters whom they defiled.
I am the tool maker,I am destroyer of worlds,
I am the healer and the killer,blood and dust.
And you never knew who has been among you!
Toy of god,
Admirer of the Christ,
Student of the Buddha.
I have become today,I walk the stone canyons of your cities.
you pass me by because you don't know.
I don't want you to know.
I don't want to be your god.
Know that I contaminated you,that I forced your mind and left my seed up inside.
I left it impregnated with a call to glory!
I am the fist of everlasting death,
I am the touch of everlasting life,
I'm that chill you just felt run the length of your spine.
I greet the sacred moon rise and know it's power is within me.
I drink the energy you wasted today and find it good!
I am both beast and shepherd, I hunt where I will.
this day it is I who come forth advancing,
and it is I who am among you!
I am Paladin.
I am the Dusk, I am the dawn.
I stride forward.
I am indwelt by many,
But I am one!
A thousand lives to produce this moment in time,
my moment.
This day I become,
All lives joined as one,
And my hands burn.
I am shadows,
I am void.
I creep among you like a fog of nerve gas,
But my gift is not death, but life!
For I am the child of the dark pantheon,
And darker godparents still.
Where I tread,I contaminate with power,I sow the seeds of becoming!I bring the gift of union!
I teach with a wink,force you to think with
half truths and theory, then destroy your perceptions with facts!
I may hurt or enrage,but in the end I leave you as a god,
and you never even knew it was I that gave you the gift!
I am the student of Set,
The admirer of Lucifer,
The pet of Satan.
we all know they're not the same guy!
I'm nightfall.
I've lain with my face to a a goddess,
and with my thoughts to the love of other-kin.
I've made love to daemon, and I've fought gods for
the honor of their daughters whom they defiled.
I am the tool maker,I am destroyer of worlds,
I am the healer and the killer,blood and dust.
And you never knew who has been among you!
Toy of god,
Admirer of the Christ,
Student of the Buddha.
I have become today,I walk the stone canyons of your cities.
you pass me by because you don't know.
I don't want you to know.
I don't want to be your god.
Know that I contaminated you,that I forced your mind and left my seed up inside.
I left it impregnated with a call to glory!
I am the fist of everlasting death,
I am the touch of everlasting life,
I'm that chill you just felt run the length of your spine.
I greet the sacred moon rise and know it's power is within me.
I drink the energy you wasted today and find it good!
I am both beast and shepherd, I hunt where I will.
this day it is I who come forth advancing,
and it is I who am among you!
I am Paladin.
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I will on occasion break out in song and customize the words to entertain The Princess. She finds them fun but being spontaneous I never remember them. I do remember one I did to torture my son that started with a story...
There once was a famous chef who owned a dog named zilla. His prized creation wad made from turkey. He would slice the white meat into thick slices and then use a cutter for donuts to create "O" shapes like pineapple slices before cooking.
One night he was hosting a dinner party and was busy in the kitchen and noticed Zilla was not in the kitchen with him. He ran to the dining room to find his worst fears and Zilla was after his featured dish and yelled...
Oh no
There go my turkey "O"s
No no, Dog Zilla
My son punched after being forced to sit 5heough that one.
Ben
There once was a famous chef who owned a dog named zilla. His prized creation wad made from turkey. He would slice the white meat into thick slices and then use a cutter for donuts to create "O" shapes like pineapple slices before cooking.
One night he was hosting a dinner party and was busy in the kitchen and noticed Zilla was not in the kitchen with him. He ran to the dining room to find his worst fears and Zilla was after his featured dish and yelled...
Oh no
There go my turkey "O"s
No no, Dog Zilla
My son punched after being forced to sit 5heough that one.
Ben
LMAO good parody!
I like to read poetry but I am not very good at writing it.
The MAGICIAN
by Michael de Pheonix
As I float in this candles flame
the color slowly begins to change.
From yellow, to gold, to crystal white
and then to implode in clear blue light.
An instants thought tells of years
struggle, strife, millions of tears.
Practitioner's herbs and jars of stuff,
a book of spells, a life so rough.
A name that lives in history.
A man who said all things can be.
He made a peasant into a king
and traveled time with pendant and ring.
A long blue robe and purple coat,
sandaled feet, a bag to tote.
A man of time with crumpled hat,
Merlin's here, Imagine that!
COPYRIGHT (c) 1985 Michael de Pheonix
by Michael de Pheonix
As I float in this candles flame
the color slowly begins to change.
From yellow, to gold, to crystal white
and then to implode in clear blue light.
An instants thought tells of years
struggle, strife, millions of tears.
Practitioner's herbs and jars of stuff,
a book of spells, a life so rough.
A name that lives in history.
A man who said all things can be.
He made a peasant into a king
and traveled time with pendant and ring.
A long blue robe and purple coat,
sandaled feet, a bag to tote.
A man of time with crumpled hat,
Merlin's here, Imagine that!
COPYRIGHT (c) 1985 Michael de Pheonix
Good job Michael!!
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Yep! It was a great style of poetry to teach in the month of March. But there are several types of poems.
When I was in high school, we had an English teacher who had us write sonnets. They became quite a thing for my class to write. There were many sonnets written by mysterious people, and delivered to teachers and others. Mine is no longer around.
Shakespeare wrote many sonnets, but that's not why I did, lol... I just like the order of a sonnet, it's a carefully-crafted poem and it appeals to my orderly nature. One look at a sonnet, and you can tell it was NOT written by some tweakin' crackerhead, lol. 
An ode to life,
as uttered by death,
a sum of existence
distilled to a last breath.
No sum of loss,
no asking why.
In the end we all shall,
for even death can die.
My stuff was better tweakin' LOL
Get out the banhammer or a club or something, I got the bug!
I want to see you stripped,
of all your society.
I want to see you stripped,
with nothing but air between you and me.
deprived of your cellphone,
and the MTV
Lets pitch those skinny jeans and cargoes
and be like we're intended to be!
I'll chase you, then you can chase me
all day long around a coconut tree!
as uttered by death,
a sum of existence
distilled to a last breath.
No sum of loss,
no asking why.
In the end we all shall,
for even death can die.
My stuff was better tweakin' LOL
Get out the banhammer or a club or something, I got the bug!
I want to see you stripped,
of all your society.
I want to see you stripped,
with nothing but air between you and me.
deprived of your cellphone,
and the MTV
Lets pitch those skinny jeans and cargoes
and be like we're intended to be!
I'll chase you, then you can chase me
all day long around a coconut tree!
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There once was a man named Santini
who spilled gin on his weenie.
Being uncouth, he added vermouth
and slipped his wife a martini.
who spilled gin on his weenie.
Being uncouth, he added vermouth
and slipped his wife a martini.
Republicans are red
but the commies are blue,
but no matter who wins
we're blued, crewed and tattooed.
I'm sitting here,
I'm still decidin'.
Which one is dumber,
Al Gore or Joe Biden.
Two ugly hookers,
his nose is full of blow.
Despite the silence, the truth has damned him
COME ON BRANDON!
I've never drunk the kool-aid,
I never joined the flock.
I never worshiped stardom.
or followed lemmings over a rock.
I don't follow fools,
but my life is still in hock.
Waiting on a jab, to fix an imaginary disease.
Waiting on a spray to kill fictitious fleas.
Waiting on a media Who is factual and true.
Glad I'm not holding my breath,
I'd already be blue.
I murdered my TV the other day,
I kicked out the screen to make it go away,
I threw it in a pit, I set it on fire.
Every thing that one eyed demon said
came out of the mouth of the same liar!
but the commies are blue,
but no matter who wins
we're blued, crewed and tattooed.
I'm sitting here,
I'm still decidin'.
Which one is dumber,
Al Gore or Joe Biden.
Two ugly hookers,
his nose is full of blow.
Despite the silence, the truth has damned him
COME ON BRANDON!
I've never drunk the kool-aid,
I never joined the flock.
I never worshiped stardom.
or followed lemmings over a rock.
I don't follow fools,
but my life is still in hock.
Waiting on a jab, to fix an imaginary disease.
Waiting on a spray to kill fictitious fleas.
Waiting on a media Who is factual and true.
Glad I'm not holding my breath,
I'd already be blue.
I murdered my TV the other day,
I kicked out the screen to make it go away,
I threw it in a pit, I set it on fire.
Every thing that one eyed demon said
came out of the mouth of the same liar!
Our forum is fun, easy and light. Losing good members just isn't right! Let's make this like home once again, and keep around our dear friends!!
The Double switch is something I wrote for fun for my poetry module, had to do a portfolio including a rhyming form- had a poem accepted recently in a British poetry journal; it comes out at the end of the month- something for the resume.
We didn't notice when we first moved in
that extra switch down the L shaped hall
next to the tiny blush bathroom
with the funny nook in the wall.
later, with boxes emptied
everything had found its place
we wondered what it operated
the extra switch on a white face.
flicking it off and on
listening for shouts
children installed in various rooms
eager brightness scouts.
we checked the attic and every plug
but over the years, gave up and forgot
as Daffodil Yellow and Marrakesh Red
were layered around the spot.
for the unveiling of an ancient secret
children older, no longer small
gathered around a bemused electrician
as he removed the switch in the hall.
two screws released - the cover slowly lifted
we jolted in shock at the switch on the wall
the disappointment blinding
It wasn’t wired to anything – nothing at all.
We didn't notice when we first moved in
that extra switch down the L shaped hall
next to the tiny blush bathroom
with the funny nook in the wall.
later, with boxes emptied
everything had found its place
we wondered what it operated
the extra switch on a white face.
flicking it off and on
listening for shouts
children installed in various rooms
eager brightness scouts.
we checked the attic and every plug
but over the years, gave up and forgot
as Daffodil Yellow and Marrakesh Red
were layered around the spot.
for the unveiling of an ancient secret
children older, no longer small
gathered around a bemused electrician
as he removed the switch in the hall.
two screws released - the cover slowly lifted
we jolted in shock at the switch on the wall
the disappointment blinding
It wasn’t wired to anything – nothing at all.
Wrote this one for a fly-fishing friend that didn't catch a fish the first 4 trips we did together.
The Spoken Word
Standing among the drifting leaves, my eyes catch a rise,
I lift the rod, pull back the line and cast to lure the wise.
The water boils, the fly goes under, my heart begins to shout
As the line gets tight, the rod bows down to acknowledge the Rainbow Trout.
Many times I have dreamed the events as detailed in verses above,
But it was the lack there of that allowed me to learn of God’s everlasting love.
I’ve seen the light of the morning sun beaming between the trees.
I’ve heard the swollen waters rage in haste to join the seas.
Everything that surrounded me, spoke to my heart each day,
I traversed the stream searching a dream, of trout along the way.
The Kingfisher sang as it flew overhead in hopes of the same.
The Otter swirled, played and twirled almost seeming tame.
If I had hooked just one Brook, and fought it to the creel,
I would’ve been, more focused then, upon the rod and reel.
God held back my one desire that I sought at Hazel Creek,
That I might hear His mighty voice when creation began to speak.
The Spoken Word
Standing among the drifting leaves, my eyes catch a rise,
I lift the rod, pull back the line and cast to lure the wise.
The water boils, the fly goes under, my heart begins to shout
As the line gets tight, the rod bows down to acknowledge the Rainbow Trout.
Many times I have dreamed the events as detailed in verses above,
But it was the lack there of that allowed me to learn of God’s everlasting love.
I’ve seen the light of the morning sun beaming between the trees.
I’ve heard the swollen waters rage in haste to join the seas.
Everything that surrounded me, spoke to my heart each day,
I traversed the stream searching a dream, of trout along the way.
The Kingfisher sang as it flew overhead in hopes of the same.
The Otter swirled, played and twirled almost seeming tame.
If I had hooked just one Brook, and fought it to the creel,
I would’ve been, more focused then, upon the rod and reel.
God held back my one desire that I sought at Hazel Creek,
That I might hear His mighty voice when creation began to speak.
smoked a joint and called for her old man named Puckett !!
since you are king of weed growers i couldnt help myself...lol
ughhhhh...didnt realize this was old thread....lol
This is not my work, but it's pretty close to the finest poetry you will ever read. I apologize in advance....
You mean all the world to me.
Without you I can't be free.
You make me pant considerably.
You're my love guppy.
You have the finest rosebud's taste.
Without you my life is waste,
I'll stick to you like Elmer's paste.
You're my love guppy.
I'd break through a citadel.
I'd fight with a raging bull,
Though winning would seem improbable.
You're my love guppy.
My love's as strong as the mid-ocean ridge.
You shine like the Rainbow Bridge
or like that light inside my fridge.
You're my love guppy.
For you I'd consume haggis,
or lose the joys of Bacchus,
or live in sin with Mike Dukakis.
You're my love guppy.
No time's too long for me to wait.
For you, I'd fight against Fate,
though maybe you could lose some weight,
You're my love guppy.
Without you, I'd be not whole,
I would have to sell my soul,
or gulp a quart of Tide-E-Bowl.
You're my love guppy.
My passion is always mounting.
I'm like a geyser founting.
Well, maybe not, but who's counting?
You're my love guppy.
The love that is the more intense
always has the most silence,
like quiet bursts of flatulence.
You're my love guppy.
I know that my love is true.
I know that you'll love me too,
or I'll hold my breath 'till I turn blue
You're my love guppy.
I'd not forget you if I tried.
You make me all warm inside.
My love's as pure as Naugahyde.
You're my love guppy.
Then I hear the words let slip
From betwixt impatient lips,
"I want to have a relationship.
You're my love guppy.''
You mean all the world to me.
Without you I can't be free.
You make me pant considerably.
You're my love guppy.
You have the finest rosebud's taste.
Without you my life is waste,
I'll stick to you like Elmer's paste.
You're my love guppy.
I'd break through a citadel.
I'd fight with a raging bull,
Though winning would seem improbable.
You're my love guppy.
My love's as strong as the mid-ocean ridge.
You shine like the Rainbow Bridge
or like that light inside my fridge.
You're my love guppy.
For you I'd consume haggis,
or lose the joys of Bacchus,
or live in sin with Mike Dukakis.
You're my love guppy.
No time's too long for me to wait.
For you, I'd fight against Fate,
though maybe you could lose some weight,
You're my love guppy.
Without you, I'd be not whole,
I would have to sell my soul,
or gulp a quart of Tide-E-Bowl.
You're my love guppy.
My passion is always mounting.
I'm like a geyser founting.
Well, maybe not, but who's counting?
You're my love guppy.
The love that is the more intense
always has the most silence,
like quiet bursts of flatulence.
You're my love guppy.
I know that my love is true.
I know that you'll love me too,
or I'll hold my breath 'till I turn blue
You're my love guppy.
I'd not forget you if I tried.
You make me all warm inside.
My love's as pure as Naugahyde.
You're my love guppy.
Then I hear the words let slip
From betwixt impatient lips,
"I want to have a relationship.
You're my love guppy.''
When I was young and had no sense,
I peed upon an electric fence.
It shocked my peter,
It shocked my balls.
It made me shat my coveralls!
Author unknown?
I peed upon an electric fence.
It shocked my peter,
It shocked my balls.
It made me shat my coveralls!
Author unknown?
I believe this came about as a challenge to see who could write the absolute worst love poem. This was the winner.Very sweet and very different!
