Write a poem. Just for this thread.

OK, here's mine for you guys:

THE POEM WOT I WROTE 2-DAY

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

I post on this forum, :soapbox:

And so do you.

We come here often, :lem:

But rarely say much,

A virtual world,

That lacks human touch. :arg:

hickory dickory dock.

this thread sucks.

hickory dickory duck

this thread rocks!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, I post on this forum, :soapbox: And so do you. We come here often, :lem: But rarely say much, A virtual world, That lacks human touch. :arg:

genius!

(oh, and the OP was pretty good too )

hot tub, cool weather

mixed with intoxication

equals a good time

See the tree how big it's grown

but friend it hasn't been so long,

it was a twig

An actual poem from my senior year high school lit book...

Lines from a Christmas Card

May all my enemies go to Hell,

Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel.

nah, I ain't gonna write some jokey-funny.....this is a real, sincere attempt at an ex tempore poem......

if the molecules hold in the spinning centrifuge

and the hand on the dial neither sleeps nor stutters

and wind at the window stays within predictable ranges

if the blood in the system has not one dire coagulant

and the paths of the monetary fluids flow friendly

and the scheme of the scientists misses nothing major

if the numbers in the sum will sum the same, perpetually

notwithstanding any angel's slight cough of correction

and the holiest of endings does not undo the beginnings

if the scouts in the atmospheres occult and prospective

do not come home bearing the skulls of Atlantis

and the rock tops of fiction don't cease their dissolving

if the dictionary held in the air, roughly shaken

does not shed all meanings to be swept into error

and the great cloud of language does not dissipate

if the pressures of hand from the mothers and fathers

do not wear away from the palms of the children

and the mote of awareness does not backslide and blink out

than sleep will be mine tonight

and suckling the soft air

I'll live and I'll wake to worry once more.

that took about 15 minutes - no corrections once each three line stanza was laid down (for better or worse)

nat whilk ii

Love Lies Tasered

I lit her cigarette

I reached to pet her cat

Hand slapped, taser zapped

401 Authorization Required!

No, no, remember me?

The sand, the sun, the sea?

Your bikini

The boy stood on the burnin' deck.

His pocket full of crackers.

..... ........ ........ ........ .........

And blew off both his nackers!

damn I wish I could remember that 3rd line...

Anyone??

hickory dickory dock

this chick was suckin my...

The boy stood on the burnin' deck. His pocket full of crackers. ..... ........ ........ ........ ......... And blew off both his nackers! damn I wish I could remember that 3rd line... Anyone??

One slipped down his trouser leg

The boy stood on the burnin' deck. His pocket full of crackers. ..... ........ ........ ........ ......... And blew off both his nackers! damn I wish I could remember that 3rd line... Anyone??

He took a {censored}, they all got lit ?

He had to cough, they all went off... ?

He tried to jump, but burned his rump.... ?

And? And?

Don't stop now, scud!

This is almost as good as the Man from Nantucket....

Aw.. kinda touching, dano. You should consider weaving that into a song...

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I am not a poet

So s-c-r-e-w y-o-u

.

Hi, 'Coo ..'

Hickory Dickey Dock,

two mice ran up a clock

The clock struck One,

the other escaped

with no injuries.

real 'pome'? here goes...

'We'll light our candle in

the darkened wood and

watch it's ghostly shine.

Then all the world will come hither

to the light of me and mine.'

This thread doesn't suck!

Neither does the head.

He's putting on his rock clothes now.

And rockin with "The Dead"

And once it awhile,

We get to see his face

He returns here, yes here,

To this very place.

There's Phil and Lee and Mike too,

To keep us all in line.

So be careful what you say ,in here,

Or they'll post a big BANNED sign !

Dan

Just a little note

To keep you in grace

Never put your finger

Where you wouldn't put your face

Hi, 'Coo ..'

haha

The Early Bird in Winter Time

Darkness nibbles the shadow's end

Declares a gift you freely lend

Darkness dines with company

Are you gonna eat that?

And just when?

I took the train home from work with ideas bouncing 'round my head

A phrase, a riff, a tune, a what if; inspiration from an HC thread

That morning I started at Andertonville where OT doesn't exist

Then headed over to O'Keefe's workshop, that's usually next on the list

And though I used to hang a bit Backstage with the Band

Today I find the most rewards at Blue's Songwriter's Land

With the multitude of thoughts and gripes and ideas from everyone here

That train ride home from work is like a...

River smoothing a stone

Where the rough becomes the honed

And in solitude I'm not alone or standing in fear

Because the cloudy unformed idea, indistinct and unclear

Will soon be a song to sing for all to hear