Official Official Bad Poetry Thread #1

[bloodyjack]

I Miss You

How fast things go by,
how brief a stop,
that our paths in life,
were meshed in a brief moment,
of pure joy, pleasure and ecstasy.
As we parted,
to other horizons,
I'll remember our time,
vividly, fondly...
Your face,
the way your hair shimmered olive green,
your scent as I lie ever so close to you,
and your lips,
I have tasted heaven within you...
With a flutter of an eyelid,
a wave? You fade away.
Could we have stayed a moment longer,
staring at the sun as he sank,
beneath the warm embrace of the ocean,
or when he rested upon,
the bosoms of mountains ever so welcomingly,
and the stars would bathe the sky,
till another morn breaks loose,
and you're in my arms,
can we do this again,
if I ever see you,
just once more...
Meanwhile,
could you please,
save a smile for me,
and a kiss for all eternity,
for I will find those lips,
even if it takes me forevermore...

[Droopy]

1. Nice poem

Perfect for my state of mind. That kitten has got to go, though.

[bloodyjack]

3. just for that--TWICE THE KITTENS

and Li Po's poem has been replaced by that of [e-mail]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

[Droopy]

5. You sorry bastard

You have a really sick sense of humor. You know that?

[bloodyjack]

11. CAN WE DO THIS AGAIN

IF I EVER SEE YOU
JUST ONCE MORE, BAY-BEH
I'll love you til youre dead
I'll brush your teeth clean
I'll comb the hair on your head
that shimmers olive fucking green
BAY-BEH

[Droopy]

12. LOL! Fuck you!

:D

[bloodyjack]

15. our paths are MESHED

[jdots]

2. IT IS OFFICAL NOW

the cat is a hypnotic ploy to weaken our minds.

[GingerSnaps]

4. Your poem got to me

:cry:

[bloodyjack]

6. The way your hair shimmered OLIVE FUCKING GREEN

pretty touching, right.

[GingerSnaps]

7. In High School

My best friend kept dying her hair and it turned green and she was known as the girl with the green hair. You brought back some funny memories and I laughed so hard that I :cry:

[fishwax]

8. I know that poem!

Knowledgable sources inside the Rush Limbaugh legal defense team tell me that very poem was included on a card he sent to gw bush in expectation of tuesday's results.

[jdonaldball]

9. Here's one: "Lesbian Reaction Formation"

Every time
I see a lesbian even if just in my transthinking mind
She looks like Dick Cheney
And I dream of many
Haikus which do not follow the rules
Because neither does my secret love
For Dick Cheney
Which blossoms like so many
Of those stinky flower things they put in take out sushi.

[Dukakis88]

10. Here is my poetic tribute to an up and coming Hollywood star...

Maggie Gyllenhaal.
You are my all in all.
Your comedic touch has expert timing.
And I worship the tiniest cell of your uterine lining.
You act so very extremely kinda well.
And you probably don't so overmuchly smell.
Or if you do, the smell's quite likely sort of pleasant.
Would you like to share a meal of kippered jellied pheasant?
Under see-thru tupperware glass?
Or propped up on your proud pink actress ass?
Don't hesitate to swiftly ask.
I'm game for any sassy task.
My funny honey baby doll.
My Lady...
Maggie Gyllenhaal.

[wickerwoman]

13. Are undercover Freepers welcome?

I Like Bush

I like Bush.
Like the smell from my diesel
Like the fur on my weasel
I like Bush.
Like shooting dear.
Like drinking beer.
When Bush come to my town
I always go down
to see
and agree
with him.
I Like Bush.

[bloodyjack]

14. all are welcome. but I have to ask:

what's wrong with diesel engines?

if you treat them right, they last for, like, forever, man.

[Dukakis88]

16. Diesels and VIN numbers don't mix.

VIN Diesel? HAW.

Puke.

Sorry for the disgustingly lame, horrible half-pun.

[wickerwoman]

17. Nothing. Just needed a rhyme for weasel.

:-)

[jdonaldball]

19. Polish Diesel Engines

Diesel go over here,
And diesel go over dere.

[bloodyjack]

20. Why didn't the Pollack cross the road?

He couldn't get his dick out of the chicken

HA

[jdonaldball]

21. Why did Ernest Hemingway cross the road?

To die.
In the rain.

[bloodyjack]

22. I know a good knock knock joke.

You go first.

[bloodyjack]

18. 23defr43r

Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose name you meditate --
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.