For any of you lads 'n lasses out there who enjoy writing lore, writing stories, poems, prosas, character biografies and alike! Come 'ere and write. I'm going to write myself as well, and I'll do my best to keep up with any of you writers out there. I hope to see plenty, or at least some. Thank you!
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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.
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
'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.
