I'm not a poet and I know it
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It's really late and I'm really sleepy ,
My room is so dark and it's kinda creepy...
Tuck my feet under covers in this room.. dark black...
Before a scary monster comes along and makes my toes his snack.
I bid thee good night .. go rest from all cares
and whatever you do. . Don't forget to say your prayers.
My room is so dark and it's kinda creepy...
Tuck my feet under covers in this room.. dark black...
Before a scary monster comes along and makes my toes his snack.
I bid thee good night .. go rest from all cares
and whatever you do. . Don't forget to say your prayers.
U
the luminous midnight sun
blinds me with its darkness
calling to the voices in my heart
a blackness that fades into forever
soon to corrupt my inner demons
from the dark noonday moon
the shadows of light leaving me sightless
calling to the silence in my head
an illumination of eternity dissipates
my inner demons cleansing my nightmare
blinds me with its darkness
calling to the voices in my heart
a blackness that fades into forever
soon to corrupt my inner demons
from the dark noonday moon
the shadows of light leaving me sightless
calling to the silence in my head
an illumination of eternity dissipates
my inner demons cleansing my nightmare
I
I will hug him & squeeze him & pet him...
and I will call him George.
He will not appreciate such lavish affections.
More of an affliction upon his cold skin.
Doesn't anyone else see the Heckel & Jeckel type of forced hilarity
that is placed before you daily?
I will only make reference to cartoons when it suits me.
Such things make me scream out in the cold vastness of night...
"Jane,stop this crazy thing!"
...and once again life has sucker punched me.
Like a pineapple upsidedown cake on Mr. Spacely's head...
it sure tastes good
but it's really meant to be eaten at the table.
...like sands through the hourglass
so are the days of our lives.
I miss you Bo & Hope.
You both had such lovely hair.
and I will call him George.
He will not appreciate such lavish affections.
More of an affliction upon his cold skin.
Doesn't anyone else see the Heckel & Jeckel type of forced hilarity
that is placed before you daily?
I will only make reference to cartoons when it suits me.
Such things make me scream out in the cold vastness of night...
"Jane,stop this crazy thing!"
...and once again life has sucker punched me.
Like a pineapple upsidedown cake on Mr. Spacely's head...
it sure tastes good
but it's really meant to be eaten at the table.
...like sands through the hourglass
so are the days of our lives.
I miss you Bo & Hope.
You both had such lovely hair.
S
The patients were in tears
that their families weren't near
the ice and snow had kept them aloft.
Few were the staff,
Timeliness a laugh,
Many just frowned and scoffed.
A state of emergency declared.
Church closed, but many prayers
Kept the burdens many but soft.
Cars decorating ditches
Room 22 calling for the misses.
Too many patients too few nurses.
workers work but fall behind.
What has happened to mankind?
Tired feet, spasms in back hurtses.(sorry)
Complaints are hurled
At egos unfurled
And another patient curses!
Packing clothes from the night spent
As a hospital room guest.
more ice more snow,
call lights calling
charge nurse bawling
Could there be more woe?
suitcase in hand and skating my way
To the car door below,
I looked back and, taking it in, - Hey!
Wait! Nobody died!
Wow. It was a great day!
that their families weren't near
the ice and snow had kept them aloft.
Few were the staff,
Timeliness a laugh,
Many just frowned and scoffed.
A state of emergency declared.
Church closed, but many prayers
Kept the burdens many but soft.
Cars decorating ditches
Room 22 calling for the misses.
Too many patients too few nurses.
workers work but fall behind.
What has happened to mankind?
Tired feet, spasms in back hurtses.(sorry)
Complaints are hurled
At egos unfurled
And another patient curses!
Packing clothes from the night spent
As a hospital room guest.
more ice more snow,
call lights calling
charge nurse bawling
Could there be more woe?
suitcase in hand and skating my way
To the car door below,
I looked back and, taking it in, - Hey!
Wait! Nobody died!
Wow. It was a great day!
A
Why can't I think up of
Poems at the spur of the
Moment?
I know! I'll simply break off
My sentences and keep this up
Until my all of trumpery,
These random thoughts,
My senseless speech
Is on par with anything that came out of
The Modernist movement.
Eat your heart out
Robert Lowell,
H.D.,
and even you, Sylvia Plath!
My drivel will traverse you
All, like a freaked out Jackrabbit!
*sighs, takes bow*
Poems at the spur of the
Moment?
I know! I'll simply break off
My sentences and keep this up
Until my all of trumpery,
These random thoughts,
My senseless speech
Is on par with anything that came out of
The Modernist movement.
Eat your heart out
Robert Lowell,
H.D.,
and even you, Sylvia Plath!
My drivel will traverse you
All, like a freaked out Jackrabbit!
*sighs, takes bow*
G
I wrote a haiku that no one 'like.'
So, I'm not writing another, with hopes of one 'like.'
That's my goal and it makes perfect sense, like
a foal that's just been born in goooey uckiness.
And, if no one likes this poem at all, I'll
scream from the seashore with all my lungs.
And, then I will go and get some horse dung
and take it to the seashore and skip it on the sea's surface.
Flung. Flung. Flung. I'll say, 'That dung really hums.'
And, oh does it ever smell, from my hands, smelly and brown.
And, I'll then go to the tops of the highest mountains and
isn't it great that Kansas lost to Colorado in basketball?
So, I'm not writing another, with hopes of one 'like.'
That's my goal and it makes perfect sense, like
a foal that's just been born in goooey uckiness.
And, if no one likes this poem at all, I'll
scream from the seashore with all my lungs.
And, then I will go and get some horse dung
and take it to the seashore and skip it on the sea's surface.
Flung. Flung. Flung. I'll say, 'That dung really hums.'
And, oh does it ever smell, from my hands, smelly and brown.
And, I'll then go to the tops of the highest mountains and
isn't it great that Kansas lost to Colorado in basketball?
Pipp, why did you have to go and renew all my child-hood fears of monsters being in my room?
If I start to hear strange noises when I go to sleep tonight, I'M BLAMING YOU!!!!
Here is my response poem to yours!
You ask me to rest from all my cares
Yet incite visions of dark creatures
How in the world can I rest tonight
All I'll think of are creepers and floor squeakers
My eyes will remain open
For the duration of the night
To attend to every sound
That causes chills and fright
Thanks, but no thanks
For your well wishes and encouragement of prayer
With all the monsters around me seeking to devour me
I'll be too busy being scared
If I start to hear strange noises when I go to sleep tonight, I'M BLAMING YOU!!!!
Here is my response poem to yours!
You ask me to rest from all my cares
Yet incite visions of dark creatures
How in the world can I rest tonight
All I'll think of are creepers and floor squeakers
My eyes will remain open
For the duration of the night
To attend to every sound
That causes chills and fright
Thanks, but no thanks
For your well wishes and encouragement of prayer
With all the monsters around me seeking to devour me
I'll be too busy being scared
Actually Fenner, the Pure Canadian Maple Syrup is not for newbies joining, I'm actually saving it for the ultimate "Bad Poet" Champion.
So if you anyone wants to taste Canada's one and only delicacy, y'all better start spewing out really, really bad poems (not that y'all poems aren't bad already, because they are, I'm just saying don't hold back. I know y'all can do worse!!!).
And if I say "y'all" one more time, I'm moving to Texas!!!
So if you anyone wants to taste Canada's one and only delicacy, y'all better start spewing out really, really bad poems (not that y'all poems aren't bad already, because they are, I'm just saying don't hold back. I know y'all can do worse!!!).
And if I say "y'all" one more time, I'm moving to Texas!!!
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When I went to Niagara Falls last summer, we had to stay on the American side because we don't have passports yet, they were selling pure maple syrup in this icky gift shop. I think it was more like Aunt Jemima poured in a maple leaf bottle. I'm am ashamed to say this, bit the American side is kind of a dump.
We plan on getting our passports for next year. I want to take my kids to Toronto.
We plan on getting our passports for next year. I want to take my kids to Toronto.
I wrote a poem and got a few likes...
got found by a talent scout and put up on open mic night..
the lights were so blinding.. and my girdle so binding......
I tripped over my shoe, fell and rolled to the floor....
so my days of poetry writing shall be no more .
I'm scarred for life , my confidence bruised
the pointing and laughing hurt along with the boooo's
Needless to say... I am no poet
if you agree....like this post to show it.
that's it.. im done.. with out a doubt ...
with that being said... my final words
PEACE OUT
got found by a talent scout and put up on open mic night..
the lights were so blinding.. and my girdle so binding......
I tripped over my shoe, fell and rolled to the floor....
so my days of poetry writing shall be no more .
I'm scarred for life , my confidence bruised
the pointing and laughing hurt along with the boooo's
Needless to say... I am no poet
if you agree....like this post to show it.
that's it.. im done.. with out a doubt ...
with that being said... my final words
PEACE OUT