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i dont really get this

I am honestly suprised at how many people can write poetry on this site. Simply marvelous! (even if some of them are a little corny. I think I may have one:

Upon thy silken bed I lay
To greet you here on finr noonday
An awe-enspiring, glittering grey
With white-embedded stone, I say!

What tis this object which I tell?
A tiny silver-diamond bell.

corny jokes are the best
they are not like all the rest
lots of clever ones lots of dumb
some of them are written by a bum
although many are serious and proving a point
we all don't care because we are conjoint
even unified theres one pale face
its the emo of the group! Ace!


Light and furry
yet heavey and scared
what would this describe better than the thing under my chair
Gizmo, Gizmo you fat, fat cat
Everyone just wants you to stand up and chat
although your scared and very wide eyed
you are ok if we tell a white lie
stare at me more and i will to outside
you fat fat
kitty cat

now for a serious poem because all is light and free
so i have to ruin this but first i have to pee!
death is coming you cannot keep running
dieing is lieing you won't nless your dumb
oh come on now don't be like that ol chum!
when satan comes out and takes you away
i would only be happy because it was pay-day
i'm cold and heartless you cannot stop that
all you can do is try to pat yourself on the back
Very long poem so i must end this swift
When you die you will miss the only lift

A constant flow of poetic creations is flowing into my little topic! I mean, our topic. I'd say I have enough for the 'harvest' when we have gathered another page! Good joob, great work.

Creating life,
An endless figh,
In constant strife,
To succeed.

i ment go outside not to outside

haha i thought of a title!

The Zoo or maybe The Circus idk!
ding dong rang the bell
time to get up for yet another hell
crack went the whip
out when the gasps
i laughed and cried as i watched a little boy have to tape on his lip
as soon as it was over
i managed to find a four leaf clover
it did not bring good luck
more like a hit from a hockey puck
everyday from hereon out
i sit and wait while little boys shout
hey look its a bear!
i say "shut up you little porker!"
they obviously didn't hear me or didn't care
whenever i look for an exit all i see is walls
i cannot eat humans
i cannot go lawl
the only thing that i hate more than mid-lower class
is the faces on the kids when i roar at the glass

(hint hint i'm a lion)

Great one again, Graham. I'm amazed how you were able to put the view of an emprisoned lion, caged at the cirkus into the poem. Amazing indeed!

A quote,
A note,
A blast from the mind.
A frowning,
An opening,
The thoughts flow out.

Here's a good one:

'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labour conditions at the North Pole
were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their rooftops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."

And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorised use of his nose
And had gone on Geraldo, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,

Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd never had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.

Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim, Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamoured or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls, or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.

No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.

No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, dishevelled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.

He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
But you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.

A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
May you and your loved ones, enjoy peace on Earth.

Amazing! Simply stunning, I say! StraightJaketMan, I've got to admit, that far exceeds my poetry skills. That is, no offense to other writers, the best and most amusing one I have ever seen! You truly are a genius of humor and writing. One more page and we're able to finish the collection!

As I climb the ladder,
With only one thought,
The assignment, a life to shatter,
With my only death I brought.

powergames

There is a new Art music and Writing forum. Posts yours there.

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