Poets' Corner

[rudywoofs (Pam)]

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[Guest]

Those are some good haikus OS.

[oldsailor29]

"ewaye, my little omelet"

Anyone care to hazard a guess as to the take-off of that line? LOL

no eye deer.

[Guest]

[rudywoofs (Pam)]

Originally Posted By: rudywoofs

"ewaye, my little omelet"

Anyone care to hazard a guess as to the take-off of that line? LOL

no eye deer.

wrong!

[rudywoofs (Pam)]

you wouldn't laugh if you knew what you were laughing at....

[phkrause]

you wouldn't laugh if you knew what you were laughing at....

I think rudywoofs that that is funny in itself.

Good one.

[phkrause]

here are more:

Nothing to ponder

Nothing to do. Guess I might

As well write a few.

Hopeful hearts await

When Haj Ali hesitates

To write a haiku.

Hyaenas hustle

To Haiti and Hawaii,

Out of haiku hell.

Hazard of the hall

Hoax of honey in the wall

Near the hedges high

Howling hounds of hell

Heaving helping hand grenades

At the horse brigades

Hyperbolic halves

Of the hobby horses shoes

Urge the house to lose.

The raggle taggle

Hermits haggle over hash,

Hot hors d'oeuvres, and cash.

He knows a haiku

Often bravely stands alone.

May we ask, will you?

Nice oldsailor.

pk

[oldsailor29]

thanks for your affirmations gentlemen. I don't know a lot about poems and how to evaluate them, so i don't really know what to think about them.

[oldsailor29]

thanks for your affirmations gentlemen. I don't know a lot about poems and how to evaluate them, so i don't really know what to think about them.

but here's another.

Reality

When a man has been through hell, I can see it in his eyes.

His face reveals the story of the weight of all the lies

Heaped upon him by the footfalls of those who never try

To remember vows and promises, spoken and forgotten.

Reality is heaven, when I want to get away

From all the paper pushers and parasites who play

The game of guilt and innocence so well, and the betray

My virgin trust, long taken, for the token gain, illgotten.

Away from all the offices and scrapers of the sky,

Away from busy corners where the hookers always try

To separate the money from the fool who wants to buy

The thrill of unknown pleasures, unbespoken, unbegotten.

Away to the forest, away to the sea,

To contemplate the sunset, or the beauty of a tree,

Where wild and unknown beasties want to make a feast of me!

Compared to hell, reality is rotten!!!

[phkrause]

Originally Posted By: oldsailor29

thanks for your affirmations gentlemen. I don't know a lot about poems and how to evaluate them, so i don't really know what to think about them.

but here's another.

Reality

When a man has been through hell, I can see it in his eyes.

His face reveals the story of the weight of all the lies

Heaped upon him by the footfalls of those who never try

To remember vows and promises, spoken and forgotten.

Reality is heaven, when I want to get away

From all the paper pushers and parasites who play

The game of guilt and innocence so well, and the betray

My virgin trust, long taken, for the token gain, illgotten.

Away from all the offices and scrapers of the sky,

Away from busy corners where the hookers always try

To separate the money from the fool who wants to buy

The thrill of unknown pleasures, unbespoken, unbegotten.

Away to the forest, away to the sea,

To contemplate the sunset, or the beauty of a tree,

Where wild and unknown beasties want to make a feast of me!

Compared to hell, reality is rotten!!!

Go for it oldsailor.

pk

[Guest]

Did I mention that I used to be a poet?

[phkrause]

Did I mention that I used to be a poet?

No, did we miss that post. LOL

pk

[Guest]

I guess you did.

[karl]

They've got some really bad poetry going over on the Jesuit thread.

[Guest]

Oh? well bump it up here where we can see it.

[karl]

Originally Posted By: Richard Holbrook

Did I mention that I used to be a poet?

No, did we miss that post. LOL

pk

I used to smoke poet. I've even been called a poethead.

[Guest]

No really, I was a poet. I can prove it if I have to.

[karl]

No really, I was a poet. I can prove it if I have to.

He used to be a poet

And wants us to know it.

Stop rhyming and I mean it.

Anybody want a peanut?

[Guest]

You may have some hidden talent there karl.

[Guest]

The last poetry I wrote was in the 7th grade, and it was about motocross racing. My teacher kept it on her bullitin board until she retired a few years ago.

[karl]

Christian Haiku

O God in heaven

Make our hearts like Jesus Christ

And grant us your peace

Microsoft Haiku

The blue screen of death

No one hears your silent screams

More money for Bill

Old-school SDA Haiku

The law is the law

Not one tittle or one jot

Dry as Gilboa

[oldsailor29]

"ewaye, my little omelet"

Anyone care to hazard a guess as to the take-off of that line? LOL

Don't keep me in the dark rudywoofs. Is it something like "The Walrus and The Carpenter?"

[karl]

Bad poetry from the Jesuit (conspiracy) site:

Originally Posted By: TWNolan

Where have all the conversations gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the conversations gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the conversations gone?

Jesuits hijacked them every one

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?

See!! St. Peter, St. Paul , and the Virgin Mary. Jesuits!!!

I hope this stuff isn't copywrited.

[oldsailor29]

some may find this interesting:

INVESTIGATIVE JUDGMENT

To inquire of imprecautions and inconsistencies

And improper inclinations and incongruities

And idyllic incantations of incredibilities

And introspective interludes of informalities;

To interrogate the innocent irregularities

And isolate ironic irrationalities

And interpolate internal individualities

And incapsulate impetuous improprieties;

To inspect the invocations of inferiorities

And impulsive inspirations of intangibilities

And intended indications of irrelativities

And incidentally implied impossibilities

Is to imitate infusions of infallibilities

And illustrate iconoclastic ideologies

And instigate ignition of innate impieties

And investigate the judgment of all infinities.