Hail All bad Poets!

Damn the essentials, dispensable is life,
think of the unpaid bills, and the nagging wife,

through the dispensable our days shine
when we run to the wild with bottles of wine

dispense it we can, but ends all our strife!

Tried to hail all good poets, Wordsworth, Frost and thee
"but you can't!" a Professor said, "without a University degree"
at the minimum need a doctorate
till then I'm inconsiderate
"even then if you can't rhyme" - he warned " will throw you to the sea!"

Hail all bad posts
hate all bad poets

Every time I see this thread title it looks different!

Nick-H, to hate is not opposite of to love,
titles could be different but love is love.
Indra 3040, our rhymes are in us
Sweet_Lana, come and swim with us.
Wait, Justdeep is missing
No I will not kissing.

Justdeep got his just dessert
For starting a thread of poems worst
Ivana - give this thread a miss
go to a thread better than this
This is no place for you

Kudos to all you brave heart poets so bad!
Reading your lines makes my heart really glad!
Caring not for cynics, critic or Nicks
Or resorting to cheap metaphorical tricks,
and silly great poets gimmicks!

Just expressing thoughts without a care,
O so very brave of you to share!
Making rapid progress , deteriorating with every line
how I wish they were all mine!

Such pure joy, as in the flight of birds,
Can only befall great bad poets messing with words!
Such beautiful images makes me want to puke.
Doesn't this poet deserve a stern rebuke?
I read these lines with great dismay!
It’s as gay as night is night and day is day!
I wish I could crush his skull with all my might,
And make him give up without a fight!

Those heavenly lines above ,can’t be the creation of a purely human mind,
It surely needs inspiration of another kind,

How unlike the lines below, which seem by someone with half a mind!
Just straight from the heart,no pretence of quality ,no mood, tone or imagery,
And yet there is a little stink that makes you think,
Isn’t it better to be quiet, than to be a mediocre or a good poet,
When it’s have so much fun, being a great bad one?

Half a mind?
Never mind.
Thanks Livin...
I go to livin...

Come back Ivana
Bura mat maan na!
I say half a mind,
but not to be unkind,
better words, I couldn't find!
No appologies at all,
I'm a bad poet after all!
Lovin and livin,
kissing and missing,
nothing better to do,
days are numbered,
years are few,
so unto thy own self be true!

That day I dreamt and met W. Shakespeare,
said here was my poem - "You're there and I am here"
he said "Duh, You suck!" and quoted King Lear.
Have more than thou showest; Speak less than thou knowest
Rhyme less than thou canest; Mean less than what makes sense.

Confused as I was, needed one whose rhyme's no dearth
but that meant travelling a distance across earth
and finally at Cumberland found Wordsworth.

"My question is simple " - I said - " to listen and to answer"
"doesn't it have to rhyme, ain't there be matter?"
With a chuckle on his face, in a manner unstaid,
he turned to me and had calmly said
"Let me tell you a few secrets of this trade."

"Rhymes are just eyewash, a masquerade to hide -
the emotions you can't control and the senses can't decide
they are just bad prose with no meanings applied."

Persistent as I was, argued in a manner devoice
"Lines must come together and meanings rejoice."
"No way!" - said he - "its not effectual"
"to rhyme means to do away with the perceptual"
"and 100 years later get branded as a homosexual"!


Willing to have a drop too many - let me confer,
drugs? Yes, No, Maybe and all the world's a blur
but accused as a homophile, is way too much slur!

I Remember Stupid Things
I remember stupid things,
Like when Aunt Mable lost her face,
And how we got on hands and knees,
But couldn't find it anyplace.
And how she goes without a nose,
How on her head there's just a hat.
And it's all true, I swear. For I
Remember stupid things like that.

by Rick Walton

My Dream

I dreamed a dream on Saturday
While swimming in a lake.
I dreamed I was a jelly bean
On top a piece of cake.
And then a young girl picked me off
And bit my head in two,
Then dropped me on the kitchen floor
And smashed me with her shoe.

by Rick Walton

They Said It Couldn't Be Done

They said it couldn't be done.
They laughed when I said I would do it.
They said that it couldn't be done.
I rolled up my sleeves and went to it.

I struggled, I strove, I strained.
I fought at it day and night.
They said that it couldn't be done.
They were right.

by Rick Walton

One and one and one and one

One and one and one and one
are a
one and one and one and one
are a
two and two
are a
two and two
are a
one and one and one and one
three and one
three and one
are a
one and one and one and one
are a
four
are a
four
are a
four
four
four
are a
one and one and one and one
are a
one and one and one and one
are a
two and two
are a
three and one
are a
four.
by Rick Walton

Women

So here's the thing with girls" I told the young guy at the bar,

"They're soft and sweet, and bring you to your knees;

Coz when you love a girl you find you're wishing on a star,

But Omigod - they're awful hard to please!



"You tell them that they're pretty and they swear to you they're not,

But if you dare agree you'll feel their sting!

Their eyes can turn to freezing as their words come out so hot,

Until you wish you'd never said a thing.



"They say 'Do I look fat in this?' but think before you talk,

Their minds need to be read, it's not that clear;

It's best you buy her flowers, take her on a little walk,

To figure out just what she'd like to hear.



"You shower her with presents and her smile lights up your day,

But underneath that Princess lives a witch;

So Heaven help you should she send a nasty spell your way,

Far better, keep pretending that you're rich!



"I didn't mean to scare you, son, but girls are all the same,

It doesn't matter - ugly, bald or dumb;

They have one goal in life: to get a brand-new second name,

Then everyone will smile - Except her MUM!"

By Gereme king

This thread created is simply silly
An attempt to reach post 1000 willy nilly
Then he shall give himself a pat on the back
Duly supported therein by a dubious pack

Well by posting here Kabarry with your feeble attack!
You are now part of the dubious pack,
Even if just to make your 1500th post, wisecrack!
Its too late to take your words back!

Even though in talent you are as great a bad poet as any,
You seem lacking in spirit, and aren't funny!
May be you would do better if we charged you some money,
you'd lose the sarcasm and gain a disposition that's sunny!

Someone was waiting to pounce
Breathing an opportunity to trounce

This was not good enough
You need to get ruder my friend

So do cut the fluff
And exceed your trend

That wasn’t fluff,
You thought you were tough,
And wanted to play rough,
So I had to call your bluff!
As you seem to be getting the swing of things,
And therefore entitled to a share of the joy it brings.
See how a little humility,
Has made you part of a great community!
You called me friend,
So the feud shall end
May prosperity and happiness God send,
I have another fence to mend,
And a flock of sheep to tend!

A gentle breeze
By Justdeep

A gentle breeze!
brushing past trees.
There for a moment,
gone the next.
A tree never holds on,
as she moves along.
And leaves don’t grieve,
after she has gone.
Never protest, or mourn about the past,
just revel in her essence while it lasts.