A poet who always wrote limericks
Was known as a terrible cleverdick.
They said that her verse
Was sarcastic and terse
Or silly and smart-arsed - you take your pick!
quote by by Janice Windle
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Terse Verse
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
In my soul thou so give
And on its worth my life I live
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
Love is a morsel of thine treasure
In one ounce is my immense pleasure
Terse little verse, gold from beauties purse
Sing like a muse
and in poetry fuse
my soul into verse from beauties purse
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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The Alcoholic Gives in to Temptation
It's very, very nice
To give in to a vice!
I hadn't had a drink for seven weeks
And then I got pissed.
Now I knew what I'd missed!
Do I have to feel sorry,
To fret and to worry?
How very tight-arsed!
Now my terrible crime
Is captured in rhyme,
Alcoholic remorse
Imprisoned in verse!
And the whole damn thing could be a great deal worse!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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My Classmates
my classmates/friends are different.see how.
Kevin is super funny and fun and also silly and cool is in percussion
Kelvin is funny and he writes songs but he doesn't want anyone to know
Jasmine E. is fun and cool.plays the clarinet
Jasmine H. is also a poet and fun and nice :) plays the flute (me too)
Justin is annoying, a drama queen (king) and he thinks he is the boss of everyone (not really my friend) plays the saxophone (but SOMETIMES nice)
Brando is funny, clownish, funny, fun, and silly.plays the trumpet
Josiah is super silly and funny (in a nice way) and silly. plays the trumpet
Steven is silly and plays the saxophone
Diareliz is fun funny (used to be in band but not anymore)
Christian is smart like Daniel and does not talk much
Marquis is silly and always falling down
Kim is smart and silly and speaks 3 languages including these: Vietnamese and English and gibberish
Aarin is funny and a good friend
DANIEL IS smart and funny
Courteney is fashionable and a safety patrol
Eric is funny and hilarious
Rosemary is fun and plays with your hair
William is well i don't know how to describe him
Kayden is funny and sometimes annoying
Linquell is super funny
see how my friends are different.they are different, different in a good way.
how about yours?
poem by Adriana Salomon
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Sonnet: Thanks, Dear Poet Francis Duggan!
When sincere, honest words come from a peer,
Acknowledging a fellow poet’s work,
What joy afills the latter’s heart, Oh dear!
Would not the ecstasy turn him berserk?
The accreditation is charming too;
As words revered come from a heart of love,
And everything mentioned is very true,
I’m sure they’re inspired by God above!
The dedication seems indeed superb;
With foresight that a few poets possess,
The verse appears green like a magic herb!
I pray that God must Francis Duggan bless.
Oh, what a way to laud a poet’s verse!
So, thank you Francis for your poem terse.
Dedicated fondly to Poet Francis Duggan,
As a token of appreciation for his
‘John Celes’ at Web Poetry Corner
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-10-2006
poem by John Celes
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On Reading Blake's 'Little Black Boy
Two centuries or even more gone by
Since William Blake wrote 'The little black boy'
He told in verse how black skin equalled white
And in what he wrote of course the poet was right.
He wrote the famous verses at a time
When to be black was looked on as a crime
A lesson in human love perhaps one day
That others might learn from what he had to say.
His verses put him in a higher place
When he wrote of the equality of race
And in history the great poet made his mark
When he preached that white was no greater than dark.
But even in the twenty first century
Some with the Poet's views still do not agree
Some still say black is not as good as white
But of course these people live in darker light.
A lesson here for all humanity
From bard who lived in eighteenth century
That racial discrimination is unwise
As all different races equal in God's eyes.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Silly, Silly Fool
(kenneth gamble / leon huff)
Such a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i
Oh, i, just a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i
Hey, I should have never fallen
Back in love with you
Knowin how you get a pleasure
Breaking my poor heart in two
You made it sound so convincin
When you said
Im your woman, youre my man
Now I really need you
And I sit here a loser again
I guess Im just a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, oh i
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly, fool am i, mmm
I should have never trusted
In my heart to lead the way
Now my mind is all busted
Thats a fools price to pay
You made it sound so convincin
When you said youd never, never go away
I should have never listened
To anything you had to say
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, yes I am
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, oh
Such a silly, silly, dilly, silly, dilly fool am i, oh yeah
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, oh yes I am
Im such a silly, silly, dilly, silly, dilly, silly fool am i, oh yeah
Im such a silly, dilly, silly, dilly, silly fool am i, oh
Silly, dilly
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Good Lord Watches Over Poets And Fools
The good Lord watches over poets and fools
Not exactly one of life’s little rules
Now which one do I happen to be?
Give me a minute and you shall see
I know it’s not cool
To be called a fool
Although I consider myself a poet
There are many who don’t know it
You might consider me a foolish poet
I know this poem is silly but I wrote it
I’m having fun with this little rhyme
Although some may say I’m wasting my time
My poetic license seems to have expired
Cause this isn’t exactly what I desired
But playing with words is such great fun
And knowing they’ll often touch someone
Nobody knows why
We like to be sarcastic
And write silly things
quote by by Edwin Tanguma (21 August 2012)
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Love Poet ~ Odd Poet
“Give some respite, oh odd poet”
Said a love poet with a smile
“Discard all that pain and regret
Sufferings and ideals futile
Give your readers some amusement
Draw them close with the nature’s pull
Feed them with beauty’s enchantments
And treat them with love, fad and zeal
Know oh odd poet, that all the arts
Are to amuse but not to chisel
The connoisseurs’ delicate hearts
Allow them some thrills to revel
Be a poet-doctor who can heal
Ailing hearts with sweet sonnets
Limericks and lyrics beautiful
But not with tears, wails and shouts
Thought the odd poet, for a while
And said, ” Yes! I’m a doctor-poet
I care my patients with concern real
I strive hard to give right treatment
I quite prefer bitter truth pills
Oh love poet, as cure permanent
To aesthetic morphine to lull
My patients into a false comfort
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Borrow'd Plumes
[A Preface and a Piracy]
PROLOGUE
OF borrow’d plumes I take the sin,
My extracts will apply
To some few silly songs which in
These pages scatter’d lie.
The words are Edgar Allan Poe’s,
As any man may see,
But what a Poe-t wrote in prose,
Shall make blank verse for me.
poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
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A Poem To A Poets!
the poet see crooked
and talk weird too
like a drunk
perdition in his insane!
No one can understand a Poet
Just you and me, like poet we are
The poet say 'Dr. Jivago'?
It means like a movie? No
it means my love for you! ! !
Or he asks yourself, Am I Evil?
No, he does not evil
I am in silence, affirm the poet! ! !
In silence never he will be
BONG, kick the can! ! !
WAR
AAA
RAW
in silence he is!
Trapped in a tower
a terrible place
just for one second to rest
like almost all of us
He said' I gone'
but gone like no one
gone with strenght
strange and revolutionary Poet!
No one can understand a Poet
Just you and me, like poet we are! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Thugz R Us
Thugz R Us, Thugz R Us
Wearing hoods and baggy trousers on the bus
Thugz R Us, Thugz R Us
We don't want no trouble u
Unless you make a fuss
Out in the suburbs
Life is gettin' tough
Me and my posse
Necks are gettin' rough
Down in the Boy's School
Life is getting hard
Know what I'm sayin'
Fightin' in the yard
We got wide-arsed hippie moms
We look smart but we wanna be dumb
Thugz R Us, Thugz R Us
Wearing hoods and baggy trousers on the bus
Thugz R Us, Thugz R Us
We don't want no trouble u
Unless you make a fuss
I got some mash-ups
With Snoop and Dr. Dre
I play 'em louder
When my dad's away
We got a Volvo
And plastic chandeliers
Know what I'm sayin'
It's boring me to tears
We got tight-arsed drippy dads
We look good but we wanna be bad
Thugz R Us, Thugz R Us
Wearing hoods and baggy trousers on the bus
Thugz R Us, Thugz R Us
We don't want no trouble u
Unless you make a fuss
We got beer but we want some crack
We look white but we wanna be black
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Why do we laugh at such terrible things? Because comedy is often the sarcastic realization of inescapable tragedy.
quote by Bryant H. McGill
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Before a Poetry Reading
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I'm feeling nervous but I mustn't show it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I hope to heaven that I won't blow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
I mustn't reveal that I'm a second-rate poet!
I'm only a rhymer, but they don't know it!
If you've got no talent you'll have to grow it!
'Poet! Poet! Poet! Poet! '
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Poem about poetry - the poetic space
i love you
the amateur poet
wrote on the site
without revealing himself
i love you
the world known poet
wrote on the site
without revealing himself
and i read both
the second somehow
has a larger resonance
destined to be great?
the greater poet
has even carved
for himself a space
that recognises all his words
that space in me and you
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Poet's needs
A poem begins with inspiration
Not often that easy to acquire.
Thus a poet needs some stimulation
A prerequisite that is required.
The elusive stimulant comes from life
Through living, loving and all its delights
Plus dying, hating and all of Mans strife
And unfulfilled days and all lonely nights.
Whichever the reason the seed had been sown
Come harvest time the yield is a poem:
Be it sad or happy, lengthy or terse
The world still hungers for the poets verse.
So those of us in need for expression
Will write our verses from sense impressions.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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The Poet I Am', And 'The Poet I Am Not
The poet I am, and the poet I am not
‘The poet I am’ says
To ‘the poet I am not’,
‘Why can’t I be more like you? ’
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Because you are not good enough’
And ‘the poet I am’ begins to cry,
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Real poets cry for more meaningful things’
And ‘the poet I am’ says ‘I am who I am and what I will be means so much to me. But still I am not the poet I wanted to be’.
And ‘the poet I am not’ says
‘Exactly. Were you less concerned with who you are and more concerned with others you might be a bit more of a poet than you are now.’
And ‘the poet I am’ is silent.
And ‘the poet I am not’is somewhere else being someone else
That ‘the poet I am and the poet I am not’ cannot see or dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There once was a poet of Ireland, a bore an' a pest...
If a dactyl’s reversed, it’s then called by the name ‘anapest’,
Used by Browning and Swinburne for horses and wolves in their haste;
Though Matt Arnold of Rugby found sadness could be to its taste,
It’s the writers of limericks use it – alas – to excess...
quote by by Michael Shepherd
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Farewell
On that final adieu
The softest bed when I find
Will you curse my stupidities?
Or glance at me with misery?
Will you remember my ranting?
My unexpected outbursts of insanity
my laughter echoing the corridors
Somehow suffocating my sorrows.
Will you remember I was strong?
When it was uphill, the road too long
That I believed it will all end
What a silly dream in my head?
Will you remember I was good at heart?
Did not ever mean to hurt
And if I did, I must have for sure,
Will you send them all my love?
Will you certify, I was true
In everything that I do
Will you speak of me in well written verse?
And agonize of a life so terse
Will you analyze why we
Went our different ways
Where our friendship lay bruised
Amongst my heavenly trousseau
And when I bid my farewell
Whisper my final truth to you
Will you forgive me?
If I say I love you, a bit too late.
poem by Kiran Prasad
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Eighteenth-Nineteenth Century Verse
France is the country of poems and prose
the lovely French language tells us so.
Romantic love in classical verse
dates back to Voltaire from days long ago.
The 18th century brought poets from Paris
writing about France and the Seine,
and so many other Parisian wonders
that lie in that fertile plain.
Yes France was a country of talent
In England, Wordsworth stole the scene
whilst Coleridge, another fine English poet
wrote lyrical verse about Pastures Green.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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