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DigDog

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Jun 3, 2011
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I give you this little masterpiece, inspired by true events.


I made an entire batch

Of tasty cherry muffins

And forgot to put sugar in them

Enough to make them sweet

So now they sit at home

Savoury muffins

With no-body to butter them

And have them with cream tea
 

DigDog

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You didn't write that. I would be impressed if you did, but, alas, you didn't.
 

snoopy7548

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You didn't write that. I would be impressed if you did, but, alas, you didn't.

Argh, you got me! Here's one from deep down, based on true events:

The day is long, the night is short
What was that noise? Could it be
That sound which touches my soul
No, it was much too brief, nor can I see
In the end, what has passed? What is in my heart?
Could it be a quacking duck, or
Merely just a fart
 

Iron Woode

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here's my amateur attempt at a poam:

the snow gently falls
onto the evergreens

the wind blows snow
into frozen waves

the bare branches creak
in the breeze

children's voices echo
in the fields

the joy of sliding down
snowy slopes

cold air turning children's
cheeks red

the fireplace crackles and
embers jump

families gather around
the warmth all happy

winter time doesn't last
as long as the memories
 
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renz20003

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Poetry is lame.

Although it was involved the first time I came.

I'll never forget the name of the dame.

It was Russel
 
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deustroop

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Dec 12, 2010
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Poetry, jes the board is tired. So here is mine: Georgia

The last time I saw Georgia

Her stitch in time was coloured glass

Hollow to blue and red ‘til dawn,

Her reflex shut its eye

Her left hand consumed a daisy

While at her side clamored a blazing grey and white.

At twelve o’clock sharp the pumpkin came

To see if I was through

Or had the time

To stay after she was gone

And shoot the gas

Or burn the shoe

She had left behind.
 
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xes

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Violets are red
Roses are blue
I'm not colour blind.
It must be you.
 

Perknose

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The Trouble with Poetry
The Trouble with Poetry: A Poem of Explanation
Billy Collins

The trouble with poetry, I realized
as I walked along a beach one night --
cold Florida sand under my bare feet,
a show of stars in the sky --

the trouble with poetry is
that it encourages the writing of more poetry,
more guppies crowding the fish tank,
more baby rabbits
hopping out of their mothers into the dewy grass.

And how will it ever end?
unless the day finally arrives
when we have compared everything in the world
to everything else in the world,

and there is nothing left to do
but quietly close our notebooks
and sit with our hands folded on our desks.

Poetry fills me with joy
and I rise like a feather in the wind.
Poetry fills me with sorrow
and I sink like a chain flung from a bridge.

But mostly poetry fills me
with the urge to write poetry,
to sit in the dark and wait for a little flame
to appear at the tip of my pencil.

And along with that, the longing to steal,
to break into the poems of others
with a flashlight and a ski mask.

And what an unmerry band of thieves we are,
cut-purses, common shoplifters,
I thought to myself
as a cold wave swirled around my feet
and the lighthouse moved its megaphone over the sea,
which is an image I stole directly
from Lawrence Ferlinghetti --
to be perfectly honest for a moment --

the bicycling poet of San Francisco
whose little amusement park of a book
I carried in a side pocket of my uniform
up and down the treacherous halls of high school.
 
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Sad as i am.
For i must wait like everyone else.

It is true ma'am.
Three more months for zen+ sells.

No ddr4 memory to be found.
I scourge all reseller websites like a bloodhound.

Gpu's for sale no longer exist.
I am so agitated, i shake my fist.

O, dreaded me, dreaded me...
how, from this hell i must flee ?


(based on a true story).:cool:
 

shortylickens

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Jul 15, 2003
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Met dolly parton in Tennesee
her titties were filled with hennesee

and that country music really drove me crazy
but i rolled that ass and said yes miss daizy.

Then i met this lady from Oklahoma
put her pussy in a coma.

Met this lady in Michigan
can't wait til i fuck that bitch again.
 

Thebobo

Lifer
Jun 19, 2006
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Twas the night before Xmas
and all through the house
not a freak was stirring
nor even their spouse
than all of a sudden with a clank and a cheer
came panama read with a keg full of beer!
 

Skunk-Works

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I call this one Trouble In Paradise.


Here I sit

same as ever.

Took a dump

pulled the lever.

The toilet clogged.

The water flowed.

Look out world.

It's the mother load.