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They say Wendy Cope
Writes humorous verse
And whyever not?
She could do a lot worse
She could write clever poems
Intended to sound
Philosophically deep
Obscurely profound
Or pen tragic poems
Of love, loss and woe
Tearfully epic
Dreadfully slow
Or criticise men
Just for having a willy
For not being perfect
And sometimes quite silly
But dear Wendy Cope
Writes humorous verse
Which is quite a relief
It could be so much worse
poem by Pat Duggan
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Wendy Cope's Bank Statement (in answer to her article in the Gaurdian Weekly)
Wendy Cope
You have no hope
If you think the Muse will make you rich,
You may get fame
And make your name,
But the little lady is a bitch!
Whate'er you do
When writing verse
Won't earn you any money,
The joke's on you
And what is worse
It isn't very funny.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Wendy
Wendy, wendy what went wrong
Oh so wrong
We went together for so long
I never thought a guy could cry
til you made it with another guy
Oh wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad
Wendy, wendy dont lose your head
Lose your head
Wendy dont believe a word he says
I cant picture you with him
His future looks awful dim
Oh wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurt so bad
Wendy I wouldnt hurt you like that
No no no
I thought we had our love down pat
Guess I was wrong
The farthest thing from my mind
Was the day that Id wake up to find
My wendy
Wendy left me alone
Wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, wendy left me alone
Hurts so bad
Wendy, wendy...
song performed by by Beach Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wendy’s Willy
WENDY'S WILLY
Witless waiting was Willy
while time took time to turn
round retrograde, returned rarely
to temper tensions, tenderness attain.
Will wiry Willy wilful Wendy wed
righteously rebutting riper Rita Red?
Will true-love travel towards tolerant
respect, rope ringing, refusals refusing
without worthless warring where
troubles temperamental tempers torment?
Wicked whirlwind warning written with
tornado twisters topsy-turvy turning
wistful witness wanting Wendy’s Willy wedding
wondering whether windy weather water washes
Willy.../...
10 September 2001
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Wendy’s Willy poem c Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots.
quote by Wendy Cope
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Have Chinaski In My Mind
so you like chinaski
i like chinaski
too
i see him make love to many women
and drink his wine
and write his poems
somewhere
in the dark, damp corners
of the post office
or in the attic
or even in the park while
he strolls alone
drinks more than
what his mind
can take
and then
he arrives in his
apartment
gets his typewriter
and writes his thousand
poems as though
he is just talking
mumbling
to himself
all his sighs
and disappointments
of this world
now
well spoken
in verse and he
signs each
with this
bukowski, the man
you will never forget
he shies away
from fame but he
takes
the money just the same
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Old Man Sits and Writes Poems
An old man sits and writes poems
And each poem is a cry from his soul
An old man sits and writes poems
And who is he what does he know?
An old man writes poems
And they are his soul
Poems and poems and poems alone-
His soul.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Supplements are replacements
Some would dread summer.
Once it sets in, they cope with it.
Some would dread winter.
Once it enters, they cope with it.
Loss of the dearest, you fear.
Once it occurs, you cope with it.
When you depart from the dear one
It would make him/her fit to cope with it,
And instead he/she would make someone dear
We endure what we cannot cur
With supplements and substitutes.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Death Toll 5,000,001
whew
if you as the modern poet
writes
ten poems a day,
this man writes
30 poems
a day......
giga...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Woman Who Loves Poesy
She has a twenty years old daughter but she leads a single life
And she knows what it feels like to be a mother but not to be a wife
Her great love is Goddess Poesy only poesy she admire
And her creative source it comes from poesy and poesy in her verse inspire.
She writes such beautiful poetry as a poet she is well known
And as a genuine wordsmith her reputation it has grown
The woman who loves poesy is good at what she do
At least one can say of her to her own self she is true.
Since writing poetry can be a hungry belly game the well informed say
She works as a bar maid in the Golf Club Rooms for to earn her hard earned pay
But all of her spare time devoted to poesy since poetry she loves to write
Her poems on many different subjects are a source of delight
To poetry lovers who read her verses and many of her say
That from penning verse she will grow wealthy and become quite well known one day
But she does not write for fame or money she only writes because she
Happens for to be a person devoted to Goddess Poesy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Wendy's Parade
Ow!
Everyone come behold little girl Wendy's parade
The show will proceed unless it should rain strawberry lemonade
Hopefully that will not occur, the man above has been paid
Give what U can, all U can stand, and all of your life will be made
Everyone should come and dig little girl Wendy's guitar
The chord strikes, the devil no like, so he runs 2 his evil car
Everyone come behold little girl Wendy's parade
Goodness will guide us if love is inside us
Little girl Wendy's parade {x3
song performed by by Prince
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Must
She writes as if there’s not much time.
She writes to pain, to happiness,
She writes to every remote detailed thought.
She writes to the departed,
to the extant,
to poverty,
to wealth.
She writes to mourn, and grief.
She writes to the wind, the rain,
forest, the desert, and mountains.
She writes to her pouring tears,
to her grateful moments,
She writes because really what she has is time.
She has no little ones to feed, or bathe,
nor a husband to make happy. To write is
to escape- to her. Time is not a problem, time
is just a killing system, she needs to kill in many words.
She writes as if there’s not much time.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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I'm aiming by the time I'm fifty to stop being an adolescent.
quote by Wendy Cope
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An Old Man Waits For a Poem To Come
AN OLD MAN WAITS FOR A POEM TO COME
An old man waits for a poem to come
How many poems will come
Before he’s done?
An old man writes and writes and writes
He will write
To the end of his life.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Poems About.
There are poems that you will never see
Marked in a folder titled 'privacy'
Poems of hate and anger and personal pain
Poems about greed and hunger and personal gain
Poems about people I would love to see dead
Poems about women I met
Poems about relationships that have gone bad
Poems about issues with mom and dad
Poems about me, the person no one knows
Poems about places where only my soul goes
Poems I wish I could place in the clouds for all to read
Poems about lust, selfishness and greed
Poems I know will hurt those I hate
Poems I write by complete mistake
Poems I have hidden in my heart and my head
Poems about things that are better left unsaid
Poems I want to share and poems I want to retract
Poems of shame and how others might act
They stay in my psyche, they are a part of me
These poems I write, but you will never see.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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The Poet Writes Of Poems And Poets And Poetry
THE POET WRITES OF POEMS AND POETS AND POETRY
The poet writes of poems and poets and poetry,
And the world goes by
And nothing is done.
And the sky- the sky.
Is it still above?
And Love and Kindness
Are they still deep in us,
Words or not?
Without Poetry the world does not exist for the poet-
But for others,
Dreams have other names,
And Music plays on,
And singing and laughter
Go on as the Beauty of Light.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Clever All Pleasing Poems
who writes clever all pleasing poems...
such a poet must surely steer safe passage clear
of floating minefield topics politics religion
to please all with any poem
is rather a mission impossible
there are those who love rhyme
there are those who hate rhyme
love or hate nature love poems
love hate every other topic possible
we seem to live in an age where
the personal 'I am offended by that'
is a trivial attention seeking sport
which belittles writ serious issues
thus our Poem Impossible Team
seeking to write all pleasing poems
must also entertain
in an attempt to crack
serious hard cases
from mask too serious
a judgemental frown
quick write poet clown...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.
quote by Wendy Cope
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Look at Gleason in The Honeymooners. He was humorous but the way he lived wasn't really humorous. He was a bus driver. Who wants to be a bus driver? He didn't have any money and he was not famous. But despite that, the show is humorous.
quote by George Thorogood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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So Many People Have No Poem
SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE NO POEM
So many people have no poem.
No one writes of them and for them,
And perhaps it is not important to most of them.
But for the few who need and want a poem
And cannot write a poem of their own
Shouldn’t there be someone to write for them?
I have tried to write for a few
But not that well either.
Who will write for them?
Who will listen for them?
God Maker of all Poems and Silences,
You Alone can save us,
The makers of poems
And those who are only listeners.
God You Alone-Write their names for them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Giving Up Smoking
There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That's easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.
You think that sounds extravagant?
I haven't finished yet —
I like you more than I would like
To have a cigarette.
poem by Wendy Cope
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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