I'm not a poet and I know it

[kenthomas27]

Sweet AzureAfire dreams of flying
Yet only flies in sleep
And when she pulls a sword from stone
The blade is incomplete

Noble Descyple hits a ball
He thinks will travel the sun around
Only to find on his glory run
It dropped in front of the mound

It's time to give up, they say to themselves
Give in to that which will be
Quit digging for gold or throwing the dice
Poets we will never be

Too old, they say, too dumb, they cry
Can't do it and wring their hands
We'll never write a decent poem
The tide wipes clean our sands

That's why I'm so particularly proud of you
Fellow CC pests
You drew your swords and spread your wings
And wrote your pathetic best.

KenThomas CPE (Certified Poet Extraordinaire)

 

[AzureAfire]

Well, well, well...

I see someone wants to join the poetry "roughhousing" in this here thread

I hate to say this, but i will have to open the exclusive arena for one more challenger...tsk, tsk XD

For calling me a sweet flyer with a broken sword, Ken Thomas...you will pay dearly

BWAHAHAHAHA....*cough! cough! cough!*

~~~~

I think my brain
That slept, numbed
With mine unsettling
Colds and coughing
Found its
Remedy at last...
...Intriguing

Who knew that
Wars fought with
Wit and humor
For the crown of
"Worst Poet Ever"
Could awaken me
From proverbial slumber?

*coughing fit break!*

Aaahh!!!
This throat will not
Detain me!!!

Off with you, phlegm!!!

*swallows a goodly gulp of fresh water*

Ah!!! Refreshing!!!

Sly and witty Ken Thomas
Whose avatar is
But a curious disguise...

How much have you spent
On prosthetics
I have yet to
Surmise...

But, warn you
I must...
This battle is far from won!!!

Not by you, at least
...
Some chips with salsa dip, anyone?

You can't possibly win
With just a single entry
Whose display of humor
Is still not weighty

Me thinks you needst
To seek Fenner for some
Tutoring

Her one liners are
Cute and simple
Quite effective

To Descyple you should turn
To learn more
Refined insanity

This dear brother
Has a veiled gift
Of humor that
Sends one
In deadly laughter
Unrelenting

And you can learn from me
In case you want
To extend your
Eccentricity

For i write
Without following rules
Nor measures

And i can include
Gollum
Pancakes
Power lines
and Jammies
In a single
Poetic mix

What say you
New Adversary?

Are you ready to pay the fee?

 

[Fenner]

I see the poetry thread has been revived.
This makes me happy and all that jive.

 

[AzureAfire]

Okay, i have to write a poem
Expressing my apologies
I think i may have gone too rough
To make Ken Thomas say, "Oh geez..."

I think my fighter's senses tingled
When he referred to me as "Sweet"
With broken sword and flightless wakings
I turned French, saying "Oh, that's eeet!!!"

But how could i discount the dearness
Of being called a CC pest?
So sorry brother, i'm not blind
This compliment, i can't detest

Oh yes, feel free to make more fun
Specially of our dear co-pest, Descyple
He stole our ice cream, that is why
It's right to mess with him and trifle

Fenner dear, you really love
To watch us CC cats go tumble
You better watch out, 'coz soon 'nuff
You might take part in this here rumble

But i love you, and co-pests all
With Father GOD's love, truly
So please forgive this silly girl
When she's caught up in her crazy

 

[Fenner]

Oh the poetry comes a flow in. I guess I'm involved without knowing.

My kids will be off from school until Tuesday, they fight and rumble , oh how this makes me grumble.

The cats the play with my Christmas decorations. They play without care, they rip and tare. They don't even share.

 

[Fenner]

I need a break from this house. I need to run in the sun and have some fun, with my mum.

 

[kenthomas27]

Two hours ago when AzureAfire
Thought she was being too rough
Was precisely the time
Bent over a tire
While changing, I said "Enough!"

Enough of this truck, this muck, this luck
Enough of this day I'm having
Then opened my phone, alone, and zoned
And had a good fit of laughing!

So thank you for that Ms. Fire, Ms. Fen,
Thank you for making me smile!
It was sweet, it was neat, absolutely a feat,
But your poetry remains....quite vile.

 

[Jullianna]

You were there all along
And I saw you not.
Where were my eyes
that I could not see?

Blinded by dazzle,
bound by suffocation.
When finally I breathe
with new eyes I see.

I was broken,
you held me together.
You saw my flaws
and loved anyway.

I mourned that
which was not truly loss.
With new eyes I see
what lies ahead.

​

 

[Descyple]

Oh my goodness
Such an explosion of bad poetry
The prose are poor even worse than before
With no humility or apology

What should such a group of bad writers
Refer to themselves as
"Dead Poets Society" is taken
How about "Pity Is All We Ask"

May our dreaded and atrocious pens
Be forever filled with synthetic ink
Which will continue to produce lousy and aloof
Poems that will not make you think

 

[Descyple]

You were there all along
And I saw you not.
Where were my eyes
that I could not see?

Blinded by dazzle,
bound by suffocation.
When finally I breathe
with new eyes I see.

I was broken,
you held me together.
You saw my flaws
and loved anyway.

I mourned that
which was not truly loss.
With new eyes I see
what lies ahead.

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Can someone please tell Jullianna that this thread is about "bad" poetry, it's not about indepth, deep and insightful poetry?

Having said that, very well done Jullianna!!!

 

[Maitreya]

I like to eat cake
This Haiku doesn't make sense,
Photosynthesis.

 

[Maitreya]

If only I could eat my clock,
Maybe time would go back,
I wanted a sandwich before,
But now there's no ham left.

Munch munch.

Where's that tissue?
My legs are running.
What's the point of the colour black?
It's not even a colour dude

Why do we fall?
Sometimes I think i can fly.
I've got juxtaposition.
That means I'm competent at English.

Fire hoses are cool.
I think I like red things.

 

[Jullianna]

Let me try again....

Roses are red
Violets are pinks
Aspartame gives you cancer
And love stinks

Better?

 

[Descyple]

Let me try again....

Roses are red
Violets are pinks
Aspartame gives you cancer
And love stinks

Better?

Now you get the idea Jullianna (terrible poem by the way!!!).

 

[DorothyG]

I like to eat cake
This Haiku doesn't make sense,
Photosynthesis.

Lol! XD.....

 

[DorothyG]

There is a little man
His name I do not know
he sits around the corner every night (BOM BOM)
He wears a watch and chain
a derby and a cane
a penny roll sitting in his coat (Cheap guy!)
One more kiss before I leave you
one more kiss before I go
and I'll see you friday night
and we'll have another fight
and I don't remember the rest of this soooooong....


yeah so my grandmother used to sing this to me before she passed away (Yeah I know it's not mine but I thought it was pretty bad XD)

 

[mystdancer50]

My SHOE Poem 06-25-06

SHOES in darkness,
SHOES in light,
SHOES in every color,
SHOES that don’t fit right.
SHOES are not my favorite thing,
SHOES are just my favorite word.
SHOES I’d say all the time,
SHOES would be all you heard.
SHOES and monkey’s I dare say.
SHOES go well with just about anything,
SHOES and dreams and money and life,
SHOES just have a wonderful ring.
SHOES are all I think about,
SHOES morning, night and noon,
SHOES and monkey’s and dogs, too,
SHOES sometimes make me a loon.
SHOES will remain my favorite word,
SHOES and monkey’s are friends to me,
SHOES can go with me anywhere,
SHOES of course aren’t free.

It’s not a great poem but it works,
Because SHOES are happy, no matter what!

© Copyright 2007 Julie Ann Hephzibah Doolittle a.k.a. DragonWrites~The Fire Faerie~ (UN: mystdancer50 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
My SHOE Poem 06-25-06 - Writing.Com

I actually am a poet...though not a great one, as I still haven't written a haiku...but, yeah, even poets write bad poems at times, as you can see. It's fun to write horribly...you can laugh at yourself when you do.

You can tell I'm legit because I copyright even my bad poetry...as only a legit poet would do.

 

[Descyple]

My SHOE Poem 06-25-06

SHOES in darkness,
SHOES in light,
SHOES in every color,
SHOES that don’t fit right.
SHOES are not my favorite thing,
SHOES are just my favorite word.
SHOES I’d say all the time,
SHOES would be all you heard.
SHOES and monkey’s I dare say.
SHOES go well with just about anything,
SHOES and dreams and money and life,
SHOES just have a wonderful ring.
SHOES are all I think about,
SHOES morning, night and noon,
SHOES and monkey’s and dogs, too,
SHOES sometimes make me a loon.
SHOES will remain my favorite word,
SHOES and monkey’s are friends to me,
SHOES can go with me anywhere,
SHOES of course aren’t free.

It’s not a great poem but it works,
Because SHOES are happy, no matter what!

© Copyright 2007 Julie Ann Hephzibah Doolittle a.k.a. DragonWrites~The Fire Faerie~ (UN: mystdancer50 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
My SHOE Poem 06-25-06 - Writing.Com

I actually am a poet...though not a great one, as I still haven't written a haiku...but, yeah, even poets write bad poems at times, as you can see. It's fun to write horribly...you can laugh at yourself when you do.

You can tell I'm legit because I copyright even my bad poetry...as only a legit poet would do.

I would be to embarrassed to copyright my bad poems. I applaud your courage Julie!!!

P.S. Your poem reminds me of shoes!!!

 

[mystdancer50]

P.S. Your poem reminds me of shoes!!!

I have succeeded where others have failed!

 

[Jullianna]

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