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Abitrary

New Member
Might have some time spare time this week to advise people who'd like to spread their verse...

Freedom
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Free. Like the bee.
Buzzin' high on his liberty,
A bit like you and me?
 

Bigtallfatbloke

New Member
Whether the weather be cold
or whether the weather be hot
we'll weather the weather whatever the weather whether we like it or not.

An Anonomous cyclist.
 

mr_hippo

Living Legend & Old Fart
The Company He Chooses

'Twas an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all a'flutter
So I landed in the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Yes I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say,
'Ye can tell a man that boozes
By the company he chooses' -
At that, the pig got up and
Walked away.

Anon

The Old Man's Lament

My life is nearly over,
My pilot light is out.
What used to be my sex appeal,
Is now my water spout!

Anon
 

Fnaar

Smutmaster General
Location
Thumberland
In Dillman's Grove, my love did die,
And now in ground shall ever lie.
None could e'er replace her visage,
Until your face brought thoughts of kissage.
 

Melvil

Guest
Abitrary said:
Might have some time spare time this week to advise people who'd like to spread their verse...

Freedom
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Free. Like the bee.
Buzzin' high on his liberty,
A bit like you and me?
Are you a Poetry Advisor, Arb? A cool job if you are!
 
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Abitrary

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Elmer Fudd said:
Happy that we met,
Happy that I've been,
Sadly do depart,
But happy meet again.
Interesting. But it's just a bit too... well happy.

You need to write this on paper with a pencil clenched in your fist, in capitals. Photograph it and post the image on here
 
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Abitrary

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Fnaar said:
In Dillman's Grove, my love did die,
And now in ground shall ever lie.
None could e'er replace her visage,
Until your face brought thoughts of kissage.
These are all copies!!!! Where are the originals.

Where are the artists?
 
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Abitrary

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the morning after
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The morning after I met your face
I crumbled like a heap of desire, in my duvet
The memory of that dimpled place
Reminded me of my first bird, now a qualified vet

The morning after the night before
My cradling of you in my armpit bones
I'd heard of women like you in tales of yore
But never thought it would happen to me, little abitrary jones

The morning after the night before that fateful afternoon
Too much wine on our first proper date
I never thought you'd end up bringing your entire coterie along
And end up in a fist fight with your cousin's flat mate.

But I'm still fond of you
 

Elmer Fudd

Miserable Old Bar Steward
Abitrary said:
Interesting. But it's just a bit too... well happy.

You need to write this on paper with a pencil clenched in your fist, in capitals. Photograph it and post the image on here
Well, I did read it in a bar in Cork and at the time I was, umm, well happy !!
 
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Abitrary

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Elmer Fudd said:
Well, I did read it in a bar in Cork and at the time I was, umm, well happy !!
Cop out.

This is a thread about writing your *own* poetry

Just be yourself
 
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Abitrary

New Member
The boss who bossed me around
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Oh, sometime boss, mr McSantaClaus
You asked me to to do something today
You came over asking for hardware to make your life less loss-less
And I had to spag around for about 10 minutes to get it out for you, eh?

He should know by know that I don't like being bossed around
I like being given options from which I can pick
Reverse pyschology solutions abound
But for me it does just the trick

Like a candle in the wind
 

Elmer Fudd

Miserable Old Bar Steward
Musical Poetry

When you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so ****ing special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts
I want to have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so ****ing special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell I'm doing here?
I don't belong here

She's running out again
She's running out
She runs runs runs rrruunnnnssss...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so ****ing special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here..
 
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