A man posts a poem

[mickey_one]

Worn down poet’s shoes with a hole
in every heel and every soul



Tough times for poets
Owing to recession
The accession of the moon
Didn’t come so soon
Delayed to July
And a failure to swoon
In the allotted month
On which poets rely


Tough time for poets
With a Government imposed syntax
Depletion not completion
A 30% cut
Sentences start
But


Tough time for poets
With a curse on swearing
And a wholesale ban on clichés
And the glass is not half empty
And the glass is not half full
And if compelled to talk
About the fucking glass at all
It’s smashed and cutting,
A shard for every bard,
Lose more than a metre of blood
The justified deaths of useless poets
They are the ones
Who don’t even know it

[mickey_one]

I'm glad that the poem which emerged was happy and in keeping with this Festive Season.

[Geoffrey]

I have made your day with this announcement. I know that and, secretly, so do you.

Forget all that and listen to me for a moment. Imagine seeing a skinny creature from Mars bending the antenna on your car. You take a can of petrol out from the boot of your vehicle and pour it over the alien. Then you strike a match and throw it at him. Now, what do you say as you warm your hands by the fire?

[Oscotarach]

Forget all that and listen to me for a moment. Imagine seeing a skinny creature from Mars bending the antenna on your car. You take a can of petrol out from the boot of your vehicle and pour it over the alien. Then you strike a match and throw it at him. Now, what do you say as you warm your hands by the fire?

i lit a thin green vandal

[Geoffrey]

Forget all that and listen to me for a moment. Imagine seeing a skinny creature from Mars bending the antenna on your car. You take a can of petrol out from the boot of your vehicle and pour it over the alien. Then you strike a match and throw it at him. Now, what do you say as you warm your hands by the fire?

i lit a thin green vandal

bravo. now it's your turn, oscar.

[mickey_one]

ha ha! you 2 make a superb Single Act

[Oscotarach]

bravo. now it's your turn, oscar.

o all right then. imagine you are on your way to school and you stop at the beach to look at the waves rolling in. You feel hungry so you open your satchel and pull out your lunchbox. unfortunately you pull out your homework as well; an A4 piece of paper containing a composition you wrote last night that you had intended to deliver to your english teacher. the sheet of paper falls down onto the pebbles, and as you crouch down to pick it up you see a big wave coming towards it. what do you say?

[Geoffrey]

o all right then. imagine you are on your way to school and you stop at the beach to look at the waves rolling in. You feel hungry so you open your satchel and pull out your lunchbox. unfortunately you pull out your homework as well; an A4 piece of paper containing a composition you wrote last night that you had intended to deliver to your english teacher. the sheet of paper falls down onto the pebbles, and as you crouch down to pick it up you see a big wave coming towards it. what do you say?

"the sea is coming to the new essay!"

[Geoffrey]

right, a dreadful tinny sort of word, isn't it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T70-HTlKRXo

[mickey_one]

nice poem, well done.

[Violet]

.. I'm running out the door soon.. but just to say, I particularly like the second stanza.. and I agree, poets, bards (and comics) need to be ousted.. artists too, I think.. all manner of writers, actually.. (maybe I'll make a list)..

[smarcu]

awful

[Karren B]

awful

Is that as in, Full of Awe for the poet????

[smarcu]

It is from crawl, as in, Makes my skin crawl

[Karren B]

smarcu wrote
It is from crawl, as in, Makes my skin crawl

I get the impression you're not a fan...I'm sure he'll be devastated!