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My bad poetry is better then yours!

Started by Zurtok Khan, September 13, 2004, 04:21:31 AM

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Zurtok Khan

September 13, 2004, 04:21:31 AM
Why I'm not sleeping
On the fringe of vision
I'd finally "got" what I was given
Understood these weird things
that happen every night
Ya, so thats why I'm not sleeping

(give me a blanket baby
I'm just cold...so maybe...)

And I turned my denial into the fridge
and I ate out of it
and it was all myself
turned into an outward motion
finally not-useless

(give me a blanket baby
I'm just hot...so maybe...)

So I took a trip down to my fears
on the corner of anger and misunderstanding
and went shopping for yet another paranoia

(it's in the back of my mind, maybe
just give me the blanket baby
I'm just misunderstood...so maybe...)


Eris wrote it...
I'm the dissimilarities in your art
I'm the chaos from which you gave a start
I'm the times you wake up in the night
I'm the falling feeling you have to fight

I've witnessed the unbecoming of your minds
I've started over again in time

I'm the butterflies in the back of your mind
I'm the follies to which I give rise
I'm the toilet that talks and sings
I'm the reason you don't need immortality rings

I've seen it everytime you say 'I'
I've reversed everything you've done this time

I'm your laughter and your clowns
I'm you pain when you want more
I'm the gland that you can't pin down or live without
I'm the lost boy/girl/it/thing you all want and don't know it

I've seen it inside of your eyes
I've remade your minds
[/u]
Resistance is Fertile.

Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.
-Mark Twain

I thoroughly disapprove of duels. If a man should challenge me, I would take him kindly and forgivingly by the hand and lead him to a quiet place and kill him.
-Mark Twain

bob-o

#1
September 14, 2004, 12:08:59 AM
i love the second one.
"the use of fasteners is to be next to godliness" - R.H.Howes

cyberus

#2
September 17, 2004, 04:47:08 AM
This poem was about a falmewar I got into when I was part of a hoighty toighty poetry 'community'.  I posted a poem I created using song lyrics from fairly well known songs (pink floyd-wish you were here and the who-behind blue eyes) and I got bashed for it.  This plagarism nazi bashed me until I posted this poem, then ignored the rest of the thread.  the stanzas go back and forth, like an argument, him, me, him, me, etc.

Something in this stanza's wrong
The words I know I've heard before
His poem reads just like a song
This kind of travesty I do abhor!

My work
My brain
My word
My muse!
I believe I am within Fair Use

You Jerk
You Pain
You Turd
You Lose!
My work sucks so it's yours I'll abuse.

With my thoughts I toiled
And with their words I weaved
stanzas that you spoiled
But what have you achieved?

I am God of the rhyming phrase
And your practice I find absurd
I don't care if you did rephrase
The original source is still inferred.

My point you only propagate
It was not my intent to claim their stake
Why will not your anger abate?
Your harsh words only cause my head to ache.

Blashpemous Fool!
You broke my rule--

QUIT BEING SUCH A FUCKING TOOL.
The bun-sellers or cake-makers were in nothing inclinable to their request; but,which was worse,did injure them most outrageously,called them prattling gabblers,lickorous gluttons,freckled bittors,mangy rascals,shite-a-bed scoundrels,drunken roysters,sly knaves,drowsy loiterers,slapsauce fellows,slabberdegullion druggels,lubberly louts,cozening foxes,ruffian rogues,paltry customers,sycophant-varlets,drawlatch hoydens,flouting milksops,jeering companions,staring clowns,forlorn snakes,ninny lobcocks,scurvy sneaksbies,fondling fops,base loons,saucy coxcombs,idle lusks,scoffing braggarts,noddy meacocks,blockish grutnols,doddipol-joltheads,jobbernol goosecaps,foolish loggerheads,flutch calf-lollies,grouthead gnat-snappers,lob-dotterels,gaping changelings,codshead loobies,woodcock slangams,ninny-hammer flycatchers,noddypeak simpletons,turdy gut,shitten shepherds,and other suchlike defamatory epithets; saying further,that it was not for them to eat of these dainty cakes...

fluffy

#3
September 17, 2004, 05:00:56 AM
i like this poem. i am going to read it to the bunny babies

and tell them i wrote it

I_Kicked_Kennedy

#4
September 29, 2004, 02:25:51 AM
Larry Flynt Boil

There once was a man from St. Claire,
Who banged a gal on the stair...
The bannister broke,
He quickened his stroke,
And finished her off in midair.
If I had a million dollars, I'd put it all in a sensible mutual fund.

slothrop23

#5
October 01, 2004, 04:12:27 PM
silence.
























its got kind of a brian eno feel to it, hasn't it.
Wind turbines.

I'm a big fan

Felix

#6
October 06, 2004, 07:44:04 PM
Silence is golden.

I'm like, pig-iron or something.  :roll:

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

#7
October 07, 2004, 07:14:48 AM
They came.
Satisfaction was had.
But.
There was one But.
If IT can't can't get U or T,
Then there is no question of OUT.
A Scarlet Woman was said to say 'OOPS'.
Leaving the issue.
Everybody leaves their issue.
To PAN,
Who cried 'Y?'
Because there was No, and Yes, and Perhaps, !, and his bastard cousin ?.
Truly,
The mask of an adept is to cry '.........'
if not '.......', then 'WTF?'
If not 'WTF?' then just '      '.
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

cyberus

#8
October 07, 2004, 11:11:33 AM
Beautiful Hugh... :cry:  brought a tear to my eye.
The bun-sellers or cake-makers were in nothing inclinable to their request; but,which was worse,did injure them most outrageously,called them prattling gabblers,lickorous gluttons,freckled bittors,mangy rascals,shite-a-bed scoundrels,drunken roysters,sly knaves,drowsy loiterers,slapsauce fellows,slabberdegullion druggels,lubberly louts,cozening foxes,ruffian rogues,paltry customers,sycophant-varlets,drawlatch hoydens,flouting milksops,jeering companions,staring clowns,forlorn snakes,ninny lobcocks,scurvy sneaksbies,fondling fops,base loons,saucy coxcombs,idle lusks,scoffing braggarts,noddy meacocks,blockish grutnols,doddipol-joltheads,jobbernol goosecaps,foolish loggerheads,flutch calf-lollies,grouthead gnat-snappers,lob-dotterels,gaping changelings,codshead loobies,woodcock slangams,ninny-hammer flycatchers,noddypeak simpletons,turdy gut,shitten shepherds,and other suchlike defamatory epithets; saying further,that it was not for them to eat of these dainty cakes...

Rupert Giles

#9
October 07, 2004, 11:28:56 AM
Posting this for my Brother.

Basilisk and Cockatrice:  A Moral Poem
I dreamed I saw a basilisk
That basked upon a rocky shore
I looked upon the basilisk...
With eyes of stone I looked no more.

I dreamed I saw a cockatrice
A-chewing on a piece of bone
I gazed upon the cockatrice...
One cannot gaze with eyes of stone.

To look upon a basilisk
is really never worth the risk
To gaze upon a cockatrice
Is permanent and never nice.

For it can never be denied
Life isn't pleasant, petrified.

The above is in no way mine.

Irreverend Hugh, KSC

#10
October 07, 2004, 08:12:09 PM
Quote from: cyberusBeautiful Hugh... :cry:  brought a tear to my eye.

That's what I'm here for.

-Irreverend Hugh, Glad to be of Service
"Time for the tin-foil hats, girls and boys!"

Wishfarple

#11
December 03, 2004, 02:10:58 AM
Quote from: Rupert GilesPosting this for my Brother.

Basilisk and Cockatrice:  A Moral Poem
I dreamed I saw a basilisk
That basked upon a rocky shore
I looked upon the basilisk...
With eyes of stone I looked no more.

I dreamed I saw a cockatrice
A-chewing on a piece of bone
I gazed upon the cockatrice...
One cannot gaze with eyes of stone.

To look upon a basilisk
is really never worth the risk
To gaze upon a cockatrice
Is permanent and never nice.

For it can never be denied
Life isn't pleasant, petrified.

Oh baby!  Shakespearean sonnets on obscure subjects really do give me wood.

EDIT: Hmm, now that I look more closelyl it's actually iambic quadrameter, not pentameter, so maybe it's not strictly Shakespearean.  Ah well, still awesome.
His Right Most Honorable Super Hella Reverend Llama Wishfart Rinpoche of the Church of Ed Gein (Deceased),
Temple of Cleveland

Taco Jones

#12
January 10, 2005, 06:24:35 PM
Yea! You're teh win!
Would you like that hard or soft?

Wishfarple

#13
January 10, 2005, 06:40:54 PM
No, baby.  YOU'RE the win.   :wink:
His Right Most Honorable Super Hella Reverend Llama Wishfart Rinpoche of the Church of Ed Gein (Deceased),
Temple of Cleveland

Hoshiko

#14
January 11, 2005, 05:40:58 PM
No Llama, I pretty much believe that the bylaws state that it is you who shall be teh win.

I liked the limerick, anyway. :mrgreen:
Making people sorry they asked since 1983.

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She got the speakers in the trunk
With the bass on crunk.
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