I'm not a poet and I know it

[iTOREtheSKY]

Sock it to me! Sock it to me! Sock it to me!
Like a sock party beating in the midnight hour she cried
"mo...mo...mo"
You can jump higher than any white man I ever did see my friend.
Wesley & Harrelson have got nothin' on you boiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
You can break until the break of dawn
it still won't rain on Azure's pop tart parade.
And you can woo her with John Woo films or Mardi Gras beads,but she still won't frown for those paparazzi.
So you'd better stock up on dates..figs & other assorted dried fruits. Work those guns of yer's & post apocalyptic sized pics of your manly self...
'cause the end is near & I hear Quasimoto ringin' the dinner bell.
For you ,for me...and every boy & girl around the world.
Give peas a chance.

 

[AzureAfire]

iTore, you're making me quite hungry
I'm thinking cupcakes, chocolates and candy
With edible gold and glitter stuff
With rainbow-colored cotton fluff!!!

Hey, what's the music playing now
A breakdance solo, 'coz i wow???
I guess i do incite the freaky
Quirky crazy dance of leaky-
headed eccentric genius bros
who seem amused with my crazy prose

A robot dance from nutty Descyple???
Me thinks, with that i dare not trifle
But watch with much a-giggled stare
To stop and break the fun, don't dare!!!

Keep writing, dancing crazy, dudes
It's better than just being prudes
who don't let out what hidden silly
crazy nasty hilly-nilly
dwelling past your cute facades
Salute, i do, and give my nods!!!

Such gents don't jump off cliffs everyday, i say...

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

The trouble with tribbles is that sometimes their actions speak louder than words do.
If only I could return to my youth,oh the changes I say I'd make.
So fake.
A false prophet of nothing.
You know you'd repeat it all again...or maybe worse.
I know.
Don't get serious.
Don't get all preachy.
This is supposed to be lighthearted fun in the SON,
but even the Christ hearted can feel heavy hearted at times.
Wasn't he a man of many sorrows?
So do my actions speak louder than my words
or am I just a T-Rex bang a gong?
Power Station knock off..
but Robert Palmer was simply irresistible,so why
can't
I
?

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

You were the perfect dream.
A sad mistake.
I never gave myself like that to anyone.
I never gave myself the chance to dream...to realize who I really was.
Do you have a new place to hide?
You keep telling me it's over.
Fool.
That's what I've become.
Become undone...like some silly song by Korn with catchy lyrics.
I still totally dig you.
I still totally want you.
You make me smile,so why should I feel guilty?
I just want to hold you close as we say "goodnight".
Why should that be a sin?
I miss holding you tight
I miss the smile that makes me smile...
you awaken a light in me.
Do I ask too many questions?
Do I make you feel awkward?
Run to me...run to me.
I won't ever stop holding you.
Run to me...run to me.
I will get it right this time.
I miss you...clearly!
Let me stay with you tonight.
I will sleep on the floor...
anything to be near you.
Just let me live those thousand lives I lived when I dreamed of you & I.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

There once was an old woman who lived in a shoe...
but what about the old man who lived in a boot down the road?
No one ever speaks of him,or his 37 dogs.
Sure he didn't have children.
Sure he wasn't much to look upon.
Sure he didn't have much money.
But he had lots of cool dogs,
and he always cleaned up after them when they did poo poo.
The old woman who lived in the shoe just let her kids run rampant.
She certainly never cleaned up after them.
If I had lived in that part of town I think I'd have hired the Nazgul to come have a talking to her & those unruly kids.
You can only hide for so long & then the ring around the collar calls out to you...
"My Precious,My Precious"
I don't know how I have gone from nursery rhymes to J.R.R. in a matter of seconds.
I shall not pass!
I shall not collect $200,nor pass go!
I shall stop using Monopoly references in my bad poetry.
Selah.

 

[Descyple]

There once was an old woman who lived in a shoe...
but what about the old man who lived in a boot down the road?
No one ever speaks of him,or his 37 dogs.
Sure he didn't have children.
Sure he wasn't much to look upon.
Sure he didn't have much money.
But he had lots of cool dogs,
and he always cleaned up after them when they did poo poo.
The old woman who lived in the shoe just let her kids run rampant.
She certainly never cleaned up after them.
If I had lived in that part of town I think I'd have hired the Nazgul to come have a talking to her & those unruly kids.
You can only hide for so long & then the ring around the collar calls out to you...
"My Precious,My Precious"
I don't know how I have gone from nursery rhymes to J.R.R. in a matter of seconds.
I shall not pass!
I shall not collect $200,nor pass go!
I shall stop using Monopoly references in my bad poetry.
Selah.

From a woman in a shoe, to a man in a boot
From Smeagol to Monopoly
What more could we ask of a bad poet's task
To break up sanity's monotony

Mission Accomplished, iTORE!!!

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

Why is ecnalubma just another backwards figment in my images appear closer that they look psyche?
Dr. Dr. gimmie the news ,I got a bad case of lovin' you.
Is it love or lust?
This fire burning bright,but it's alright
it takes control of me.
Someone call Dr. Feelgood.
Get me away from this motley crew of sinister thoughts.
Take me
Break me
Fold,spindle,mutilate...
'cause I can't wait for Descyple to tell me how bad or good my poetry is.
I swoon by the massiveness of his guns.
He is my Rambo.
My Rocky 3 thru 6
Mickey...I'm not throwin' in the towel even though yer' dead.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

Rubber duck-rubber duck
the cream of the crop.
I once felt as you do now
push it away
the taste of the rain
salty,though it shouldn't be.
The cow says "Mooooo"
you pull the string ,but it never changes.
The farmer in the dell
the farmer from hell
Pinhead?
Hey!
Don't blame Clive Barker for his plight.
I know it ain't right,
but the sentiment is still there.

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

feel like Bobby Brown , so long as I been givin' my heart to you
girl you need to change yer' attitude
12 yellow rose..oh smack
as long as I been givin' my love to you
it just ain't cool
want somethin' done ya' gotta do it ya'self....
don't know where the cards may fall...
if it's up to us we've got to take control...
all I know is that we've gotta git it!

owwww...dance..da..da.dance....heat & soul.

 

[Descyple]

Why is ecnalubma just another backwards figment in my images appear closer that they look psyche?
Dr. Dr. gimmie the news ,I got a bad case of lovin' you.
Is it love or lust?
This fire burning bright,but it's alright
it takes control of me.
Someone call Dr. Feelgood.
Get me away from this motley crew of sinister thoughts.
Take me
Break me
Fold,spindle,mutilate...
'cause I can't wait for Descyple to tell me how bad or good my poetry is.
I swoon by the massiveness of his guns.
He is my Rambo.
My Rocky 3 thru 6
Mickey...I'm not throwin' in the towel even though yer' dead.

Yes iTORE, I shall continue to comment
On whether your poems are good or bad
If they're good I shall remain silent
If poor I shall express that I'm glad

For this thread is not a pedestal
To give the talented their praises due
But rather this is the only vessel
On which sail bad poets like me and you

But be not distracted
By my "Rambo" like guns
I simply use them to compose a poem
That will cause an abundance of shuns

 

[Fenner]

What to say on this rainy Sunday
It's so early, yet I'm awake.
Pondering over the day's
busy schedule.

Wasn't Sunday the day of rest?
Alas not in my world. I must
get the children ready, poke
the husband with a cattle
prod until he get's going.

Oh life of a Mother and
Sunday school teacher.
Never ending running
never ending contemplating.

What shall I teach?
What snack shall we have?
Teddy Grahams, fruit snacks
or Vanilla Wafers?

Oh the woes of life.
How will I get through?

 

[iTOREtheSKY]

Icy rain doth stoppeth me from mine travels to mine place of work.
If only I had a trusty steed like Shadowfax to traverse this foul weather.
If only I had Vanilla Wafers.
If only I had some ice cream.
If only this was a dating site...
then the icy cold damp of this day would seem just a tad less ominous.
What was John Denver really saying when he spoke of rocky mountain high?
All I think of are plaid shirts & muppets.
Is it new age of me to think that the pot of gold lies somewhere between here & the mid-west?
That's not the salsa your Mother made you growing up!
Surly she doth turneth in her grave at the sound of you scooping up with greedy fingers
Picante' from a store bought jar.
Oh the shame...oh the shame.

 

[Descyple]

A New Year has begun
But may our bad poems continue still
No rest for the weary who find our poems dreary
And who want to escape through a sleeping pill

For our horrid poems
Will haunt you even in your dreams
You can run but not hide from our written failures side
Our bad prose cannot die so it seems

Perhaps you should illicit
The help of a CC moderator
Whose the only one with the power to kill this poetry hour
And restore civility by being our executor

 

[Fenner]

I embrace another year.
I didn't have a beer.
I made a resolution
to write 2014 instead of 2013.
So far I've kept it.

I've also made a resolution
to write the worst poetry
one has ever seen!

You'll want to wash
your eyes with soap
that's how bad I
want it to be!

Carry on 2014.
We have many bridges
to cross and only one
is a toll bridge.

You must pay the
piper sometime.
You can try a
bad poem or
a song lyric or two.
But really he only
wants cash from
you.

 

[MissCris]

I was sitting here so peacefully,
enjoying life, and then
I remembered I'd forgotten
to remember once again

And I really didn't mean to,
But I didn't mean to not
remember I'd forgotten to
remember what I forgot.

I know I could have written down
the non-remembered thing
But I forgot to not forget
to remember anything.

 

[MissCris]

The sky is filled with purple clouds;
my hands itch for a brush
to capture, freeze,
contain the scene
that gives me such a rush.

The glamor of a snowflake,
the scent of fresh new snow,
all is white,
it's glittering,
bathed in moonlight, glows.

 

[Jesus_lover_of_my_soul]

im so lonely
im so sad
what can I do
but cry
and be sad..
I am so sad

 

[Fenner]

The sky is filled with purple clouds;
my hands itch for a brush
to capture, freeze,
contain the scene
that gives me such a rush.

The glamor of a snowflake,
the scent of fresh new snow,
all is white,
it's glittering,
bathed in moonlight, glows.

That's a good poem. Be careful or I'll have to terminate your membership for the Bad Poet's Society Club.

 

[Fenner]

I have 3 cats.
Yes I do
They aren't dogs.

 

[zeroturbulence]

I wrote a horrible poem in the streams thread yesterday and it got me thinking, hey I'm going to make a bad poem thread. So friends go for it. Write your bad poems!

Not a poet
And I know it
Sometimes though its hard to show it

I can't rhyme
Worth a dime
But I'm glad you took some time

To read this.