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Points: 7003 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 26 2006 at 12:45
Originally posted by NutterAlert NutterAlert wrote:

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.
 
If I remember rightly, that's an example of Vogon poetry from Hitch Hiker's Guide To The Galaxy by Douglas Adams. I think it was by Vogon Jeltz?
 
Try this from the story 'Trurl's Electronic Bard' by Stanislaw Lem:
 
Mockles! Fent on a silpen tree,
Blockards three a-feening,
Mockles, what silps came to thee
In thy pantry dreaming?
 
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Oft, in that wickless chalet all begorn,
Where whilom soughed the mossy sappertort
And you were wont to bong...
 
later, the macine is challenged to write a 6 line poem about a haircut, cleverly rhymed, every word beginning with s:
 
Seduced, shaggy Samson snored.
She scissored short. Sorely shorn,
Soon shackled slave, Samson sighed,
Silently scheming,
Sightlessly seeking,
Some savage, spectacular suicide.
 
 
 
 
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I've got my doubts about how much to contribute
to the already rich among us...'

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Points: 28057 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 25 2006 at 13:06
Limerick #1
 
I once had a wealth of money
I hardly knew what to do
Music I bought
A curse I was frought
And now I am as poor as you
 
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Points: 28057 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 25 2006 at 12:55
Haiku #1
 
Underneath the earth
A gentle current carries
Bits of broken stones
 
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Points: 2808 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 25 2006 at 08:02

The dead swans lay in the stagnent pool.
They lay. They rotted. They turned
Around occassionally.
Bits of flesh dropped off them from
Time to time.
And sank into the pool's mire.
They also smelt a great deal.

 

 
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Points: 2808 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 25 2006 at 07:58
Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits
On a lurgid bee.
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me
with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon
See if I don't.
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PA exclusive, new poem by someone!

Bob's curious about security (and so he should be)

My heart has broken all the rules
By sitting on a wall with fools,
Who don't know wrong
From wrong
Right?
Wrong!
But still it sits on that wall,
whether with fools, or pilchards.
It matters not. No.
Wait!
What?
Wait!
Why?
Nevermind.

Rules are meant to be broken.

As is this poem, as it meanders,
unaware of it's limpett like ways
into Bobscurity...

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Oops, sorry. In that case I take back what I said. Hug
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Points: 89372 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 25 2006 at 02:58
Rust, he was referring to the school magazine that his poems appeared in, not the poems in this thread!
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Points: 1148 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 25 2006 at 02:57
Well, the new poems since yesterday are preety weird, ofcourse I like weird. I don't agree with MustShaveBeard  about which poems so far are essential to read, a bit selfish I think.
 
But, do keep tuned in, I'll have some more stuff soon, for those who like mine.


Edited by Rust - July 25 2006 at 03:53
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Oh my pregnant head
A labia expells thoughts
and it also speaks lies
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Here's one that I wrote...

Goodbye

Suddenly it's seems like
There is no ray of light
The Darkness comes and slips through the night

My head turns around now
I'm trying to close my eyes
But my memory it still live inside,
"Goodbye"

Years go on
I'm off to catch a flight
But the plane is always off the time..

And minutes before
The plane lands and I roll
I see your face, there's nothing else to say,
"Goodbye"
"I'm on a roll, I'm on a roll this time, I feel my luck could change.. "
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Points: 366 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 24 2006 at 18:13
Here's two poems I wrote that made it into my school's literary magazine (And they're the only two damn things worth reading in there, if you ask me Wink):
 
Following the Mountains
 
Following a dastardly disaster in the mountains
(Of which the contents are too terrible to recount),
I began hitchhiking on the pathway to heaven
(After I found my severed thumb and hat, of course).
But tons of cars passed and not one of them asked
Why I stood in the road all alone and torn,
With my pants all worn and my warts all showing.
And eventually I came to see
That saints were not nice enough to pick me up,
So I built my own house alongside the road.
 
Ankles Looks Strange When It's Spelled Out
 
I accidentally
Sprained my ankle today,
But at least
I did it with gusto...
Your life or your lupins!!!
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Points: 5296 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 24 2006 at 10:14
I'm love to write poetry. I've written a five part prog epic about Leprechauns.
 
However, the thing is so damned long, I'll post something else.
 
Although the sun cannot walk the earth,
He roams the heavens and the skies.
He wants to admire all his children:
He looks on with joy in his eyes.
 
His children destroy His sacred garden:
They turn His plants into dust.
His tears cannot water these broken seeds,
And his love begins to rust.
 
Death before his eyes is creeping slowly,
Passing screams eclipse every dawn.
The children of the sun were once flowing,
But sadly the river is now gone.
 
Only an ocean remains of creation -
The children turn to evil and fight.
The Sun heaves a heavy sigh,
And refuses to share his light.
 
The Sun turns to see his garden burning;
Smoke rises over the ash-covered trees.
Cries of horror ring out in the night:
The last child is brought to his knees.
 
And though the sun cannot walk the earth,
He roams the heavens and the skies.
He wants to admire all his children:
He cannot, and so he cries.
 
I also like to write humorous stuff.
 
My friend, Mickey, (aka the Wizard, who intoduced me to this site) likes to sing an excerpt from one of my poems:
 
Everyone knows drugs that
Drugs are crappy:
Smoke a beaver,
And you'll be happy.
 
Also, the whole Leprechauns thing is hilarious. (I'm so modest).
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Points: 2808 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 24 2006 at 07:46
There was a young man from Glenglozle
Who found a remarkable fossil
He deduced from the bend
And the wart on the end
'Twas the peter of Paul the Apostle
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Points: 89372 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 24 2006 at 02:37
Oh, well I shall locate the lyrics in question and compare them sometime soon.
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Points: 1148 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 24 2006 at 02:23
Well, it really resembles Hawkwinds "Space is Deep/ The Wizard Blew His Horn" from Warrior on the edge of time and also on Space Ritual.
 
My versions are a clear indicator, so I shouldn't get all that thanks since it isn't to much of mine.
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Points: 89372 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 24 2006 at 02:18
Wow!  Bravo!  Amazing!  Superb!  Brilliant!

As I don't know the original song (haha, I should, I know), then its origins are lost on me.
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It is cold on the Edge of Time.
Wander inside your abandoned mind,
Hunt for thoughts you hesitate to find.
 
It is so cold your skin breaks out in an unexpected epidemic.
Fear begins to overwhelm from the cold, bringing a slow, knife like exit.
Though preperation for this exit is only useless because one can't prepare for eternity to come.
 
It is quiet while it is loud on the Edge of Time.
Sound dims as it grows and fades as it glows.
Be quiet, do not speak on the Edge of Time!
Where it is forbidden to communicate in calculated rhyme.
The Edge of Time is closed to feelings, be them love or hate.
You are fobidden to sin in a human trait.
 
Pain is not agreed through voilent war,
Our realm not in reach of war in vain.
Time's pursistance prooves futile against the edge's ends ahead of Hell.
It keeps going, and it never stops,
 
Time won't tell.
Time does not control essence,
a believed edge. 
it is where time cannot pass,
bridges pour through time,
rusted cross'.
Ending its eternal path.
 
DO NOT JUDGE THE EDGE OF TIME!
Judgement will come to the stone thrower,
a crippled time controller.
Worship is a waste,
(Wispy Race!!!)
the Edge of Time pities worshipers,
but it does not know of their existence.
(from a distance) 
It preferes to not think,
be personified,
tricked to or lied.
 
It keeps all possecions taken in,
only to forgive itself of its own sin.
 
Time fails in this land unknown to science and God.
It is forever, as beginning starts at never.
The Edge of Time is Forever
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The Edge of Time 
is only a hallucination.
It cannot be explained.
A non-human creation.
It exists in the mind of those who fear,
Those who fear death,
those who fear life, and what comes after.
Whether it be prosperity or disaster.
 
The Edge of Time inspires many insane
Because in the end, one knows it exists yet one can't explain.


Edited by Rust - January 06 2007 at 20:34
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
from the heart
Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Points: 1148 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 23 2006 at 22:52
I noticed.
We got to pump the stuff to make us tough
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Its astart
What we need is awareness we cant get careless
Mental self defensive fitness
Make everybody see in order to fight the powers that be
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Points: 89372 		Direct Link To This Post Posted: July 23 2006 at 22:25
Mine are written as poems, but they could be sung as well, especially the Hammill-esque ones.
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