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Express yourself-in verse (Read 874 times)

    Here's a phoney haiku from a year or two ago:

     

    Training for the Seattle marathon,

        a maple leaf catches my hand.


    Kill

      I'm on a diet

      but I eat too freaking much

      my gut is too fat

      Passion is a rather frightening thing because if you have passion you don't know where it will take you.

       

      When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?

        When I drink alone

        Beer labels are strewn on ground

        For whom to enjoy?

        And you know sometimes it gets so painful Just like talking to yourself When everything don't seem to have no rhyme or reason We all go Do do loo do do, do do loo do do Waiting for the sun to shine


        Hey, nice marmot!

          Is glass hot or cold?

          Only one way to be sure.

          Ow Ow Ow Ow Ow!!!

          Ben

           

          "The world is my country, science is my religion."-- Christiaan Huygens


          Tomorrow will be worse

            Haiku's are easy

            but some don't make any sense

            refrigerator

              Hills, rain and monkeys.

              Baked goods and beer justify

              Ritual of pain.

              “Everything you need is already inside.” -- Bill Bowerman

                Wow- real haikus. I'm impressed


                just a simple cat

                  to versify

                  or not to versify

                  that is poetic question

                   

                   

                    you artsy folks think you're so great.  you should see my kid's art.  he traced his hand and applied some paint and low and behold... it looked just like a turkey.  you wouldn't believe it!  a turkey!  now that's a true artistic genius.

                    In an infinite universe, the one thing sentient life cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion

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                      The typeriter is crating
                      A revlootion in peotry
                      Pishing back the frontears
                      And apening up fresh feels
                      Unherd of by Done or Bleak
                      
                      Mine is a Swetish Maid
                      Called FACIT
                      Others are OLIMPYA or ARUSTOCART
                      FRAMINTONG or LOLITEVVI
                      
                      TAB e or not TAB e
                      i.e. the ?
                      Tygirl tygirl burning bride
                      Y, this is L
                      Nor-my-outfit
                      Anywan can od it
                      U 2 can b a
                      Tepot
                      
                      C! *** stares and /// strips
                      Cloaca nd + -
                      Farty-far keys to suckcess!
                      A banus of +% for all futre peots!!
                      LSD & $$$
                      The trypewiter is cretin
                      A revultion in peotry
                      " "All nem r =" "
                      O how they pound away
                      @ UNDERWORDS and ALLIWETTIS
                      Without a.
                      
                      FACIT cry I!!
                       ~


                      A great poem.
                      I think about this (Written in 1920, D.J. Enright) when I get typo-flecked texts from people.

                       I like running alone.


                      Hoodoo Guru

                        Early morning start

                        Hills are quiet and mine alone

                        Flying Monkey sucks

                        The tangents are moot.

                         

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                          you artsy folks think you're so great.  you should see my kid's art.  he traced his hand and applied some paint and low and behold... it looked just like a turkey.  you wouldn't believe it!  a turkey!  now that's a true artistic genius.

                           

                          One, two, three, four, five

                          Small hand turns into turkey.

                          Gobble, gobble, gob.

                            Swans are in the fields

                            winter solstice approaches.

                            Running in the rain.

                            R2E


                            "run" "to" "eat"

                              spinach for supper

                              and coffee with my dessert

                              i just might explode

                              i find the sunshine beckons me to open up the gate and dream and dream ~~robbie williams

                                Roses are red

                                Violets are blue

                                Some poems rhyme

                                This one doesnt ....

                                 

                                 

                                (not my own)

                                I dont sweat. I ooze liquid awesome.

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