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Post by Hunny on Dec 12, 2012 12:26:01 GMT
_______________________ Write us a bad poem! A really bad poem! If you can't write one, just find us one. Multiple submissions are encouraged.Winner will be picked based on awfulness and funniness.Get to writing! __________________________________________ We're also taking submissions for REALLY GOOD POEMS. Please specify which kind you are submitting. ;D There will be a contest point won for each kind. If you guys submit lots of these, we might just pick the winners weekly, all month. If not, just once for the month then. Have fun with it! _______________________________________________________________
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2012 12:59:02 GMT
I'll have a go at this; the bad poem is easy enough but not so sure I can come up with a good one!
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Post by Hunny on Dec 12, 2012 13:14:33 GMT
I'll have a go at this; the bad poem is easy enough but not so sure I can come up with a good one! Oh I know you can. It'll be a contest between you and Lin and anyone else who may surprise us with their talents. (Oh and Mike is quite talented at this too). Me, yikes, if I enter a good poem, I'm afraid it would be mistaken for a bad one! ;D I do have song lyrics though, if those count as poetry.
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Post by Big Lin on Dec 13, 2012 0:19:06 GMT
Here's my entry for the Bad Poem contest!
Gun ho
After I'd spent a night in shining armour waiting in vain for my long-desired amour I felt betrayed; you weren't so much a charmer as a self-centred, patronising boor. I knew you kept a pistol and a rifle and that you'd often said it was a trifle to load and fire the things and make them go, and then that night you said I was a ho. so I went out and bought myself a gun and took it home and loaded it with bullets and thought I'd go and have myself some fun by killing you, instead of killing pullets but somehow I got lost along the way and when I tried to get the thing to shoot I simply couldn't; much to my dismay I found in spite of all you were quite cute! so though my trigger finger was quite ready, my gun was primed, my angry hand was steady, I had to curse and swear instead of killing you; the flesh was weak, the spirit willing, but all in vain I brought my piece to bear upon you: so I fired into the air and in the end I had to let you go, not leave you bleeding in the winter snow.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 14:41:07 GMT
After I'd wasted a lot of time Chasing someoine who wasn't mine I finally decided it was fine And went and threw myself down the mine Shaft to stay in the endless dark Because I couldn't stand walking in the park!
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Post by Hunny on Dec 13, 2012 14:47:50 GMT
;D I got a chuckle out of that one. Oh this was a goo d idea. I like bad poetry!
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Post by Hunny on Dec 13, 2012 14:50:34 GMT
Why I don't know the twinkie had to go and now I must live without! Oh but can I? I shout No, I guess not *jumps* ..yea, that's bad alright !
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2012 16:11:02 GMT
Wow, Hunny, that's even worse than mine!
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Post by Hunny on Dec 20, 2012 10:42:51 GMT
Our distinguished panel of judges says: one point each to Lin and Donna whose "bad poems" are actually pretty great! (Really they are. I enjoyed them both very much).
..Shall we go again?
contest scores: click
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Post by Hunny on Dec 20, 2012 11:03:48 GMT
Right, well I used to write songs, the lyrics to which, I find, don't stand up very well on their own as poetry - so I think that makes them 'bad poetry', so here we go. I used to write stuff like this -
Cave Dwellers
Cave Dwellers, the first hippies Got bearded faces and long hair But got no guitars, no rolling papers It’s hard to be one, a cave dweller.
Cave dwellers got leaks in their ceilings No cellars to keep their old antiques in No music albums, mp3 players Hard to believe in cave dwellers
Cave dwellers don’t need no bumper jack Cave dwellers only got one wheel They got no tarred roads. They got no steel. It hardly seems fair .. for cave dwellers
Cave dwellers ain’t got no atom bomb Cave dwellers use sticks and stones They sit on boulders ..when they make their plans But they got no shit .. to hit the fan with
Cave dwellers can’t get no cocoa puffs Cave dwellers ain’t got no refrigerator Ain’t got no holidays, can’t get no pay It hardly seems fair.. for the work they do!
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Post by Hunny on Dec 20, 2012 11:16:51 GMT
*shakes head* Yea, that reads pretty awful. But I read it and hear the music that goes with it, and that phrasing. I hear my friend dean playing some amazing electric to it. (I play rhythm guitar and sing, and I write .. a lot!) I wish I was 24 again, doing it all over!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2012 20:03:06 GMT
A bad poem entry:
Love and sex
love is love and sex is sex and sometimes both just seem to vex a lot of folk; it's like a hex, no balances, no checks, only confusion to perplex you through the wall of perspex that stops you on your endless treks and turns you 'S.O.' to your 'ex!'
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2012 20:33:25 GMT
Another bad poem:
Perfection
looking for perfection will always bring you down; for all your introspection in city, village, town the story's still the same on cool reflection: you'll always wear an endless frown as you go chasing every which direction for something that's not there; you'll find no crown (except maybe one of thorns) in your dissectioin of life that somehow turns you to a clown as every try you make ends in rejection, and so be grateful that the leaves, once brown, have fallen to the earth, lost in dejection.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2013 14:58:35 GMT
I went along to the T.U.C. to get myself a cup of tea, you see - immortal beverage beloved by 'chars' but don't inebriate except perhaps on far off stars!
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Post by mikemarshall on Jan 10, 2013 18:09:39 GMT
Wasn't there supposed to be a 'good poetry' contest?
Did that fall by the wayside?
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Post by Hunny on Jan 10, 2013 18:53:31 GMT
Wasn't there supposed to be a 'good poetry' contest? Did that fall by the wayside? There is. You may submit good or bad poetry (there are two categories, even though the contest is named 'Bad' Poetry. I'd love to read some! I can extend the deadline till Tuesday night.
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Post by zoey on Jan 12, 2013 17:47:06 GMT
After I'd wasted a lot of time Chasing someoine who wasn't mine I finally decided it was fine And went and threw myself down the mine Shaft to stay in the endless dark Because I couldn't stand walking in the park! I like this one! You seem to write some good poetry!
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Post by Hunny on Jan 16, 2013 17:43:48 GMT
The contest point goes to Donna, who gave us several enjoyable entries. ( scores ) You are tied for 2nd! Congratulations Would there be any interest in an essay contest for this month? Or would you like to suggest a contest, or repeat an earlier one? (Yep, we're running low on ideas for contests. IDEAS ANYONE? Please!
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