...I ate my feet, as you have guessed|
You shouldn't worry though, don't be distressed
I am a Hero, with a cell regenerating ability
My oh my, I am late for the company...
Reply #41. Jan 17 08, 5:13 PM
mass destruction around the corner
no way to stop it but to believe
believe in love,
and good will
without all those
there is no life
[chaya means life in hebrew]
Reply #42. Jan 18 08, 6:47 PM
One day as Matt B sat down lunch
He had a craving, a craving for punch.
"What I'd do to get some," he mournfully sighed,
"I'd play checkers with Satan," he suddenly cried.
Out of the fire, Lucifer came
and said, "For your soul, I'd do just the same."
Matt B grabbed some whiskey and when it was gone,
He shattered the bottle and shouted, "You're on!"
"Win and you'll punch never-ending,
On the other hand lose and your soul I'll be tending.
I win at all games I never miss,
When it comes to checkers you'll take the pee." (Other word)
Matt looked at the board and said, "Well, well, well,
It appears these pieces are forged straight from H***"
"Using this board I win all the time,
I've won so many souls, it's almost a crime"
"Not mine," replied Matt and made his first move,
"Let's start playing and prepare to lose."
"Careful Matt don't be so cocky,
I'll have your soul and chew it like pockey."
Someone tell me if you want it continued otherwise I'll leave it because it means no one read it so it's a waste of time.
Reply #43. Jan 18 08, 8:10 PM
3rd stanza should be "Win and you'll HAVE punch never-ending|
Reply #44. Jan 18 08, 8:11 PM
I have always wanted to compose a rhyme|
But never did have the talent or time
So here I am with desire and heart
Can someone tell me, where do I start?
Reply #45. Jan 19 08, 8:44 AM
It's a shame no one wants the poem continued.|
Reply #46. Jan 20 08, 10:35 AM
...Continue to write, your poem, you should|
It would be tragedy...... if you understood
Poems need audience for it to breathe
And your poem rocks!...so go on...I'll read!...
Reply #47. Jan 20 08, 4:05 PM
The game went on and on and on|
For days and for months and for years before long.
"Just give it up Matt, the match is too even,
You'll have a pitcher of punch and then I'll be leaving."
Matt B was shocked, "Me, give up, never,
We'll keep right on playing if it takes us forever."
So Satan was trapped in an unending game,
He had to keep playing, mumbling, "This is lame."
Until that day, and I tell you with glee,
That when Satan died he lost his soul to Matt B
He took Satan's soul and put it into a jar,
And said, "When you mess with Matt B, you never get far.
I won the game the price must be paid,
I don't even want punch, I want lemonade."
So Matt B turned around and walked out the door,
Grabbed some change and went to the store.
Reply #48. Jan 20 08, 5:18 PM
That was such a cool poem!|
I really liked that. You did write it right? Like, you didn't copy or paste it or anything like that? It's really good, you should seriously publish it. Or send in a contest. It's funny.
Reply #49. Jan 20 08, 6:12 PM
Yeah I made it up with a friend because we were board in social studies one day.|
Reply #50. Jan 20 08, 6:41 PM
No more words and senseless verses|
Even though they can be quite funny
I think this poem should end now
My fingers hurt, my voice is hoarse
And...my nose is runny.
On to the new poems thread, created for the new year of course.
Reply #51. Jan 22 08, 2:37 PM
|Please do not leave|
This poetic thread,
All that I have
To keep me from dead.
Reply #52. Jan 24 08, 8:38 AM
|I am not contemplating death, but please, I love reading these poems.|
Reply #53. Jan 24 08, 8:38 AM
He held the skull and Hamlet did yell|
"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew you well."
You now looks different I notice of late
You've gone quite bald and you've lost some weight.
But Yorick the Skull just smiled and said
"Hey Hamlet, my friend, it's 'cause I'm dead.
If you now think I'm skinny and quiet
Wait till I'm on the Jenny Craig diet.
Reply #54. Jan 24 08, 11:11 PM
Haha Ben. :)|
One day I was happily walking down the street
When I noticed something was wrong with my feet.
I could not move, not one little bit
Not forwards or backwards, I had a fit.
Everyone was still, laughing and staring
This must've been a dream, so I shouldn't be caring.
So I waited to wake up, for the longest of time
hours and hours seemed to go by
When actually it was only a few minutes
Of the awful, emmbarrasing, horrible time
When suddenly a man in a hard hat "saved" the day
He "heroically" came to end the dismay
He told me in honesty, I was a fool
For there I was, one foot deep in a concrete pool.
So I stood and sheepishly smiled
He told me I'd have to be here a while
While the sun beat down on that hot afternoon
The men resolved to release me-"soon"
When it was over, and I was on my way
Those mean men just had to say
"Be careful next time you idiot." "Yeah stay out of our way!"
"You just cost us an eight million dollar working day!"
:) I don't know where that poem came from. It just popped into my head. Random LOL.
Reply #55. Jan 25 08, 2:53 AM
I needed somewhere else to play
and crazycube popped in to say
that on the virtual site there was
a poetry thread for me to post.
I read the poems and I admire
the tenure of the writing here.
No flowery verses, just heartfelt words
and funny endings to dmacs verse.
bennieben you're quite a writer
don't under-rate your poetry bent
You're doing well
So keep that in mind when you're searching for a rhyme.
Now I need to really dash...
But I'll be back to add some .... more later! lol
Reply #56. Jan 30 08, 6:53 AM
|Well, I have been waiting,|
And two months is nigh,
You said you would return,
But it seems you will try,
To get away,
Without posting some lines,
You only needed to say,
'Stop' and that would have been fine.
And what a rubbish poem that was....
Reply #57. Mar 27 08, 6:08 AM
Well hello to you, my little friend
It seems that we have met again
I'm sorry I have been so tardy..
I'm really not avoiding you
I really like you crazycube ;)
Reply #58. Apr 09 08, 7:10 AM
Sadly it is time for bed,
I must away and rest my head
upon my pillow, soft and low...
I'm Sorry...It is Time To Go!
Reply #59. Apr 09 08, 7:14 AM
THE GIRL THAT GOT AWAY|
Many years ago I loved a lady and she loved me.
Many years has it been since I last looked into those Beautiful blue eyes and ran my finger through her velvety soft blonde hair.
what happened, Why did we part.
I can remember dancing with my lady with others looking on.
How i Loved her & how she Loved me.
The way she felt, the way she glided on the dance floor, it was pure magic.
Was it my fault or was it hers.
Now is not the time to say who was at fault.
Because many years ago I loved a women and she loved me.
Reply #60. Apr 27 08, 4:23 PM
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