POETRY - Can you write a Poem?

[DonQuixote]

Hey, Lefty O'Foole Burns O'Toole,
Fear not the new wave,
They think it's the Rave,
But Love and Friendship will not Cave,
Sooner or later they might learn to behave.

And not in the conformist sense,
Aside from tolerance, mense.
They rail at false injustice and tense,
for the grass is always greener
on the other side of the fence.

But when youth has had a year or two,
to age, simmer, blend, stew,
The wisdom of the School of Hard Knocks,
They, too, will discover when knocked from their box.

Proctor & Gamble their carton did hew
For Tide or Gain or something blue,
They claim the wisdom of ages you see,
but, not having lived, can't hope to be,
half as wise as you or me.

I am no great genius,
I claim no degree,
For I, too, attended the School of Hard Knocks,
and still take a course now and again don't you see,
For in the final analysis,
we're our OWN worst enemies, I think you'll agree.

And with this last rhyme
I think it be time,
to head off a bit,
and not dig a pit.

 

[Lefty]

think or feel

My head knows not what my heart does sing

Its all bound up in quite another thing

That would be lust

and the size of her bust

His prick's has to be the best

Or neither pass my so simple test.

Heart sing your song and now make it cry

The love went wrong and thus had to die.

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changes


But
that was my mailbox
Yet
thats not my name
They've
rekeyed the locks
Now
nothings the same.
All
those heart to heart talks
Yet
Dumped me, shed the name
But
that was my mailbox

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time will go

Every moment needs to be savored

Thats how life gets to be flavored

Each day is an essence sweet or tart

Open your eyes it is time to start

Show the world you have a soul

Think of these words you've just read

Get going now before you're dead.

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That Tool O'Foole may have lost his Cool
Ship his ass back to his grammer school
Or to make it work just dump the jerk
not even with his silly smirk
Lets break the gold and olden rule
drown his ass in his word pool.

 

[DonQuixote]

To Quote the Bard:
" 'tis Better to have Loved, and Lost,
Than Ne'er to have Loved at all."

Damn, I was waxing eloquent,
hit the wrong damned key,
and Lost it all.

And, after yesterday and today,
my mind is like a sieve.

 

[Lefty]

Wot? Wot 'append yest'day and t'day

and Tzu....he hiding or?...and don't tell me he is out walking Archie.

 

[DonQuixote]

See Banned and dinner.

 

[Lefty]

Boy,

when this thread withers on the vine,

it really withers on the vine.-

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The night was dank and dreary

the men afield were wet and weary

The tattered capes of a deep turgid gloom

filled congealed hearts with torture and doom


thence from the east a single light

burning slow but burning bright

rising into the new born day

bringing faith along the way


A quiet peace and and quiet fell

On the earth that was once hell

The men then gathered as they should

the world once more a neighborhood.

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Thought..........

A clowns face can scare a small child but
an old grandmas never does.

Why is it good when a bad thing is done
but never bad when a good thing is?

Do people really Live Longer
or just not die as young?

and a final thought

If you can conceive it....
.....wear a rubber.... .
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A saucy smile on those lips
A perky twitch to those hips

When you press into that groin
Feel the pressure in your groin

Clutch each other breast to breast
Putting passions quest to test

Merging two and making one
That is good and that is fun.-
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Okay 'Q'

I ain't much good but here is the bump.

Lefty O'ghoul
Draculas bastard
and his grandson

 

[BINOWGAYLATER]

U U U U U U U U
U U U U U U U
U U U U U U
U U U U U
U U U U
U U U
U U
ME​

 

[DonQuixote]

I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date
(well, work, anyway)
BUT, I'm so glad I popped in to see what was up.

It's not rhyme, but the pleasure has been mine.
To find Lefty has once more stopped by
and said much more than hi.

It was just the bit
to give me a lift
and brighten my day
with all that you say.

And the First bit did sound
more than a small bit, profound.
While your later verse,
definitely brought mirth.
and a smile to my eyes
and chuckling sighs.

And now I must be off
err late yet, again, they'll scoff.

 

[Autolycus]

Life is good with you around me!

U U U U U U U U
U U U U U U U U
U U U ME U U U
U U U U U U U U
U U U U U U U U



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[Lefty]

My sincere thanks to you
Mister gracious Donnie "Q"

Your nice words and kinder deeds
Have planted here some fresh new seeds

And real emotion just might flower
Where once the mood was sad and sour

And people here are in the know
No one's said that we were slow

If emotions have their hue
One of yours is True Blue.
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There are four corners in each hell
Theres Pain and Hurt, Despair as well
They all make heaven a soft sell.

But while were here on Planet Earth
Give out your smile, share your mirth
Daily share that sweet rebirth

Get deep inside that lonely head
Bring love and kindness to your bed
As we will all be a long time dead

Reach and make someone feel good
The same way you wish they would
All together as we should


(fucking Hallmark virus I guess)

 

[DonQuixote]

We're advancing on a New Moon in Leo,
The King of Beasts, and he's my credo.

The 'strologers say that this is the week
for my good stuff to peak,
and if I ask I've not hard to seek,
so let's inherit the Earth,
and share it with the meek.

I've been blessed with family I love,
and friends here, who follow the dove,
and though we parry and thrust (Ooh, I LIKE that one!) for fun,
We all sit back with a good laugh when we're done.

'tis time, again, for me to be off,
I must have needs finish my work day,
don't scoff.
For though it's not idyllic for me,
it helps pay those bills, 'cause stuff ain't free.

 

[BINOWGAYLATER]

Does anyone know about something that is sometimes called perverse verse? (I'm sure AUTO does)

The whole story can be found on the internet - somewhere - but my grandmother taught me a couple verses of it many, many years ago.

it goes like this:

One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot one another.
A deaf policeman who heard the noise,
came to rescue the two dead boys.

another section is about ---

admission is free, pay at the door,
pull up a chair and sit on the floor.

I never grew up with Dr. Seus - but i never forgot ..One bright day in the middle of the night -- i just thought it was soooo KEWL !! WAY way before things were cool -- They were more like neet -- which was probably before groovy !!

 

[Lefty]

One such was a song...Oh I am Dr. Ironbeard......

 

[Lefty]

The icicle that was my heart
now is melting
And that is a start.

This child at hand is fresh and new
and just the thing
To show I love you.

(hallmark gagging)

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The night crept forward cold and bold
The man just lay there growing old

With gasping lung and shakey voice
He made it clear what was his choice

If you love me and thats truly so
Love me enough to let me go

(cheerful eh?)
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Mah peepee swole
As I neared the hole
Spread them legs
I cries and begs
Heres a quart of mah sweet juice
I needs to squirt it fast and loose
Now open it slick and open it wide
Grease up my dick and in it will slide
Better a rear that makes me really happy
Then someones front what makes me a pappy.
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had enough yet?....

 

[DonQuixote]

One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot one another.
A deaf policeman who heard the noise,
came to rescue the two dead boys.

I never grew up with Dr. Seus - but i never forgot ..One bright day in the middle of the night -- i just thought it was soooo KEWL !! WAY way before things were cool -- They were more like neet -- which was probably before groovy !!

BNGL,
Your first offering is "A Study in Contradictions"
My son learned it from my perverse dad when he was 4.
The version I've heard is slightly different.

One bright day,
In the Middle of the Night,
Two Dead Boys
Got up to Fight.

Back to Back
They Faced each Other.
Got out their Knives
and Shot each other.

A Dead Policemen
Heard the noise,
and Came to Arrest
the Two Dead Boys.

If you don't believe me,
Ask the Blind man,
HE saw it all . . .

The verse reminds me a lot of M C Escher's sketches of impossible
geography -

I, too, have many fond memories.
(The Cremation of Sam Magee, while not really "perverse verse" is similarly humourous.)
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And Lefty, dear Lefty -
Your having more and more "Hallmark" attacks, lol.
And a bit maudlin in the middle,
And, then, our own purveyor of perverseness in the end.

 

[Autolycus]

Does anyone know about something that is sometimes called perverse verse? (I'm sure AUTO does)

OMG! That takes me back to school days!

Some kids I used to play with came up with that kind of stuff:

These are the few examples that I remember.....

I went to the pictures tomorrow
And took a front seat at the back
I fell from the pit to the gallery
And broke the front bone in my back.

I went round a straight crooked corner
To see a dead donkey die
I took out my pistol to stab him
And gave me a kick in the eye!

lastly - not so 'nice'

Two piss... two piss... two pistols for my love
To fight for the old cunt... fight for the old cunt... the old country
Ever see a monkey doing up his...
Flies are a nuisance,
Bugs are worse -
This is the end of my Chinese verse.

It was when I went home and repeated the last one that my dad said I should not play with those kids again!


In a slightly different vein, there was a chap in my squad when I was in the army who had a wealth of 'dirty' poems. I have a poor memory for his repertoire but this is an extract of one called Daniel in the Lions' Den:

When the king visited Daniel in the Lions' Den
Daniel greeted him with well aimed lumps of lion dung,
"Shit!" cried the king.
Oh! What a glorious sight to see -
Forty thousand straining assholes,
For in those days it was no mean thing -
To disobey the king.
'Fuck me!' cried the Princess
And forty thousand Philistines
Were killed in the rush,
All save on Jew, who
Sat quietly masturbating in a corner,
He strolled over and drew her on
Like a well worn sea boot.


There is more but I do not remember it - which is probably just as well!

I apologize for reducing this excellent thread to such a crude level

 

[DonQuixote]

Auto,
As YOU said (paraphrasing) at the beginning - all manner fit or foul, cheek to jowl, passion or prurient . . .

Most of Lefty and my contributions aren't exactly Shelly and Yeats.

Thanks for sharing - it's fun to see what our misspent youths brought to bare on us.

 

[Lefty]

That is so true "Q"

especially the point about Shelley and Yeats, you could throw in Frost and a

bunch of others to many to enumerate or identify..........such totally rank and

all but illiterate amateur (but at least they tried) fucking cretins with pens and

paper.

I am quite confident the Autodude will concur.

Mizurabull Toff ole buddie

 

[BINOWGAYLATER]

That was awesome AUTO -- luv the funny verses.

I'm looking for a poem -- I thought everything was on the internet -- but I can't find this one - -(but then again, my computer is more like two paper cups and a string).

It's called NOVEMBER

what I remember of it, goes like this.

No birds, no bees, no sun, no leaves, November.

It was published in National Wildlife Magazine (i believe) around 1975?

that was the last I've seen of it.

 

[Autolycus]

That was awesome AUTO -- luv the funny verses.

I'm looking for a poem -- I thought everything was on the internet -- but I can't find this one - -(but then again, my computer is more like two paper cups and a string).

It's called NOVEMBER

what I remember of it, goes like this.

No birds, no bees, no sun, no leaves, November.

It was published in National Wildlife Magazine (i believe) around 1975?

that was the last I've seen of it.

In a similar vein:

Spring is sprung
The grass is riz
I wonder where the boidies iz?
Sum say the boid is on the wing
But that's absoid
The wing iz on the boid!