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| Of course, and he was rather good at it! |
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| Nah, he was too lazy. |
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| I don't know, and I don't really care. |
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| EHEHEHEHEHE! I GET IT! |
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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 9:33 am
I was thinking of why the bees are dying, and it reminded me of a poem I wrote a few months ago that explains it nicely. I felt compelled to paste it.
So erm, yeah... feel free to reply with your own poems.
Bees in the Ketchup
Bees in the ketchup’s mouth.
Frogs in the gizzard’s leg.
Ants on the noonday sun.
Eggs frying in a blizzard.
Gerbils rotting fried worms
Scarecrows buying a soap.
Donkeys minking a monk
Skunks dunking a dink.
Ears in the water’s finger,
Kill shoes in the dagger’s lips
While the soup of a musket’s right ******** a bird with a dandelion.
None of this s**t makes sense,
But that doesn’t stop me from writing it.
You can look for logic all you’d like
While I write.
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 11:15 pm
In the days
in the garden
I feel alive
next to the ground
At peace
where I shall die
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 11:30 am
Forgetful Dan
I am the man that never forgives,
But the man that always forgets.
I start to hold grudges but my memory fudges,
And the matter gets laid to rest.
I commit a crime against others,
And I wish I could say, “Hey brothers!
Believe me it is true that I’m sorry I hurt you,
And my evil deeds I will smother!”
But once my evil deed is done,
I often say sorry to no one.
My memory goes blank, a deliciously cruel prank.
My future apology is stunned.
If you’re a man who never forgets,
You must choose if you will forgive.
Whatever you do choose, the game of life you will lose,
For the consequences you’ll live.
I will never have to forgive,
Because I will always forget
Whatever offends me, is discarded and set free,
And the matter gets laid to rest.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 4:37 pm
Real men (and women!) do indeed write poetry, but they usually post it in the Artists' Forum. ^.~
That said, here's one of my happier ones:
My Muse Has Gone On Holiday
My Muse has gone on holiday.
He left me without warning.
I went to bed one night, and he
Had disappeared next morning.
My Muse has gone on holiday.
He left two weeks ago.
He should have been back yesterday -
Alas, it wasn't so.
My Muse has gone on holiday.
He didn't leave a note.
It's really inconvenient -
He's left me quite afloat.
My Muse has gone on holiday.
He's left me mid-way through
The novel I am writing.
Whatever will I do?
My Muse has gone on holiday.
He's probably gone fishing.
I wish he'd come home - when he's gone
It's like there's something missing.
My Muse has gone on holiday.
Where is he now? Pray, tell!
He stole my creativity,
And all my brains as well.
My Muse has gone on holiday.
He's oh so far away.
So now I can't write any more
'Till he comes back to stay.
^.^ Rhyming poetry is fun to write.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 9:51 pm
1. More people see this area, and considering there's only like 3 active posters here anyways...
2. The artists can have that forum for their pretty pictures. Real men aren't artsy.
3. I was lazy.
4. My poems aren't art.
5. This thread is about the dying bees, anyways. It just happens to contain poems.
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Posted: Tue May 15, 2007 10:03 pm
I see. ^.^ I shall take your word for it.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:40 am
CHAINS OF MEPHISTOPHELES
These chains of Mephistopheles,
I wear them all the time,
And ***** with ********** and ****,
So ********* your *********.
The *********************** say,
"********** your ***********,"
So ***** the ******** and *******,
While ****** the *************.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 10:48 am
Mooby the Golden Sock CHAINS OF MEPHISTOPHELESThese chains of Mephistopheles,
I wear them all the time,
And ***** with ********** and ****,
So ********* your *********.
The *********************** say,
"********** your ***********,"
So ***** the ******** and *******,
While ****** the *************. Cool.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 3:31 pm
I'm not too big on poetry anymore, but I do need to find my best and publish it...
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 6:22 pm
I've written quite a bit, but most of it is rather depressing. I'll try to find the less emo ones, but the truth is that there aren't too many of those.
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Posted: Wed May 16, 2007 11:24 pm
The Good Book
Marshmallows falling in the sky
Just enough to keep one full
Chocolate now is an unbearable pleasure
The nation crumbles under its weight.
Pie and cake, macaroni in cheese,
Classic work to feed the lie
Bling! Bling! Feed your face!
Toss in some ice, and make it a shake.
Will it ever be just enough?
IT will never be just enough.
Add some whipped cream. Add some sugar.
Supersize the world with added bacon.
The sustenance of the world feeds the stomach,
While starving the soul.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 5:13 am
That is...absolutely absurd, yet it manages to be deeply profound. ._.; Bravo.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 11:24 pm
Bad ******** Punch.
b*****b.
Rape.
Incest.
Donkey Punch.
c**k.
p***y.
f*****t.
k**e:
Donkey Punch,
Donkey Punch,
******,
Scat.
God?
Donkey Punch.
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Posted: Mon May 21, 2007 2:21 pm
Roses are red,
Violets do suck,
So let's skip the small talk,
And get ready to make business deals.
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