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POETRY SLAM! - TehCthulhu - 02-05-2012
A lovely piece of sculpted art
from my body does depart
by way of southern sphincter.
I do owe its twisted form
and its ease of being born
to special orange tincture.
What poems have you made lately?
RE: POETRY SLAM! - Crashlander04 - 02-05-2012
Roses aren't cats
Donald Trump ain't no hick
Those guys who took all my shit earlier today were assholes
and they can go suck my
RE: POETRY SLAM! - Sir Prize - 02-05-2012
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Althought sometimes roses come in pink
And violets are more of a purple tint.
I suck at poetry and I have an OCD.
RE: POETRY SLAM! - Cerce - 02-05-2012
*WARNING: The following poem contains heavy religious involvement, and is in no way attempting to aggravate or otherwise cause problems to those of different religions. It should be noted that I thought of it while mowing the lawn*
A boy walking home from a hard day of school;
Just a simple average guy, neither smart nor a fool;
With friends who thought he was a religious tool;
Had a thought, in his mind, all gloomy and dark;
Of himself, saying only, "You were doomed from the start"
He startled himself, with a thought this low.
"That's not usually me, all filled with sarrow;
I'm sure I'll feel better, come tomarrow."
Yet that thought still prevailed, and still left its strange mark;
Himself, yet not, saying "You were doomed from the start"
Upon reaching his house, he realized with gloom;
That this vioce was not his, speaking of impending doom;
He knew of one being who make thought so soon;
That being was evil, death, cunning and smart;
Telling this boy that he was doomed from the start.
The voice just continued, saying it was the truth.
"Your friends don't listen, your argument moot;
Your parents don't think you can even work a booth;
That girl turned you down when you spoke from the heart;
Don't you see, young man, your just doomed from the start?"
He fought with himself, thinking words to say;
Finally remembering to stop and pray;
"Jesus, help me fight off this thought today;
This voice keeps reminding me in a tone that is stark:
You are a lie, and I am doomed from the start."
A wave of peace and joy filled his soul;
A feeling so wonderfull, yet took no toll;
It felt as if something were making him whole;
His voice, all booming, with a powerfull spark;
"My child, I was there, strait from the start."
This new voice, all comfort, and none of the din;
"It's true," He said, "You were all born in sin;
But that doesn't mean you can't join me and my kin;
Trust me, my child, you have a special part;
Don't listen to him; you weren't doomed from the start."
The boy finally knew what he had to do.
"Satan," he said, "I know it is you;
But my God is God of all that is true;
No matter how hard you try, you won't tear us apart.
Devil, it's you, who is doomed from the start."
A sick feeling in his stumach began to unfold.
But that feeling of comfort didn't grow old;
In fact it was stronger, and him growing bold;
But the devil said, "Hah! Life isn't a tart;
I'll wait till your older, you're doomed from the start!"
But the boy said, "Satan, why can't you see?
God is more powerfull than you'll ever be;
He has the keys to death, not thee;
You're already defeated, and cannot outsmart;
Because Jesus has risen; I'm free from the start."
The boy felt a pressure lift from his chest;
He felt good; in fact he felt blessed.
It seemed he had passed the Devil's test.
For with God in your life, in hole, not in part;
He'll always be with you.
Strait from the start.
RE: POETRY SLAM! - Leech - 02-05-2012
There once was a man from Peru
Who dreamed he was eating his shoe
He woke with a fright
in the middle of the night
to find he ate TehCthulhu
RE: POETRY SLAM! - SirSuba - 02-05-2012
My Haiku
My name's SirSuba
I work in a library
Kiwike is cool
RE: POETRY SLAM! - Crashlander04 - 02-05-2012
(02-05-2012, 07:08)SirSuba Wrote: My Haiku
My name's SirSuba
I work in a library
Kiwike is cool
Rule #3 of Haiku: You are not allowed to use a word with an apostrophe. If you can't find words to fit the syllables you're doing it wrong.
RE: POETRY SLAM! - TehCthulhu - 02-05-2012
(02-05-2012, 07:56)Crashlander04 Wrote: Rule #3 of Haiku: You are not allowed to use a word with an apostrophe. If you can't find words to fit the syllables you're doing it wrong.
I don't think they have apostrophes in Japan, ergo I can't imagine that's a rule.
Also:
There once was a man from Sodom
Who had an itch up his bottom
He pulled down his pants
Did a little dance
And like three guys ran over and got 'im.
THIS JUST IN! A new poem.
Regarding your Mother: a Sonnet
I put my self into your mother's hole.
I did not know the status of her snatch
t'was like a speck inside an escape hatch.
Morality is not your mother's goal.
Too many semen stains upon her soul
for her to go with His angelic batch.
No key is needed to unlock her latch.
Her legs do spread for free, there is no toll.
Oh yea. I thought that you may want to know
that now you have a brother on the way.
You will have to feed him when he does grow,
your mother's poor because I didn't pay.
Maybe your mom can charge when she does blow.
None for the sex though; she's such a bad lay.
RE: POETRY SLAM! - Crashlander04 - 02-05-2012
(02-05-2012, 11:46)TehCthulhu Wrote:(02-05-2012, 07:56)Crashlander04 Wrote: Rule #3 of Haiku: You are not allowed to use a word with an apostrophe. If you can't find words to fit the syllables you're doing it wrong.
Regarding your Mother: a Sonnet
I put my self into your mother's hole.
I did not know the status of her snatch
t'was like a speck inside an escape hatch.
Morality is not your mother's goal.
Too many semen stains upon her soul
for her to go with His angelic batch.
No key is needed to unlock her latch.
Her legs do spread for free, there is no toll.
Oh yea. I thought that you may want to know
that now you have a brother on the way.
You will have to feed him when he does grow,
your mother's poor because I didn't pay.
Maybe your mom can charge when she does blow.
None for the sex though; she's such a bad lay.
If you wrote this I think you are god.
RE: POETRY SLAM! - TehCthulhu - 02-06-2012
(02-05-2012, 20:45)Crashlander04 Wrote: If you wrote this I think you are god.
I'm currently accepting supplicants.