12 votes

Poetry Jam to 100 posts! Silliness definitely allowed.

Tags: poetry

Hey there! Thought it would be nice for some ~creative silliness!

This particular jam is for everyone, not just orginal poets. Although we will need some original poetry to kick things off.

People posting original works post to the main thread! People who would like to respond with their own poems, snippets of lyrics, excerpts from famous poems, or an artful piece of prose, please respond to the original work or comment that set you off.

Jam's considered done when we hit a week or a hundred posts, whichever comes first!

18 comments

  1. [2]
    meristele
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    Kicking things off with some silliness: To rhyme or not; it's a lot to consider when your brain rots at the mere pitter of an iambic figure. 'Ol will was a sot. Knocking out pentameter, while...

    Kicking things off with some silliness:

    To rhyme or not;
    it's a lot to consider
    when your brain rots
    at the mere pitter
    of an iambic figure.

    'Ol will was a sot.
    Knocking out pentameter,
    while marlowe's black pot
    kettle calling for a measure
    with a large carpet beater.

    It's sure not my lot.
    I'm a free verse junkie,
    but definitely not a bot
    or code constructed flunky,
    because poetry's so. Damn.
    HOT.

    7 votes
    1. BuckeyeSundae
      (edited )
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      From DaVinci's Notebook:

      From DaVinci's Notebook:

      Declaration of my feelings for you;
      elaboration of those feelings.
      Description of how long these feelings have existed;
      belief that no one else could feel the same as I.

      Reminiscence of the pleasant times we shared
      and our relationship's perfection
      recounting of the steps that led to our love's dissolution
      mostly involving my unfaithfulness and lies

      Penitent admission of wrong-doing
      Discovery of the depth of my affection
      Regret over the lateness of my epiphany.

      Title of the song
      Naive expression of love
      Reluctance to accept that you are gone
      Request to turn back time
      and rectify my wrongs
      Repetition of the title of the song.`

      1 vote
  2. [4]
    Mechangel
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    I've never had much to gain by throwing down a rhyme. If I did you should know that I'd do it all the time. As a kid back in school my first love was always reading. When it came to poetry I would...

    I've never had
    much to gain
    by throwing down a rhyme.
    If I did
    you should know
    that I'd do it all the time.

    As a kid
    back in school
    my first love was always reading.
    When it came
    to poetry
    I would leave their ears bleeding.

    Though teachers
    always tried
    to assist and intervene.
    I was deaf
    but to the words
    of Shel Silverstein.

    Even now
    as an adult
    I can't seem to comprehend
    anything that's
    more involved
    than Where the Sidewalk Ends.

    6 votes
    1. [3]
      meristele
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      Sidewalk ending In the sand There is a Shel(l) Silvering like a stein A pewter ring Circling In a chain of words. For you: by Shel Silverstein

      Sidewalk ending
      In the sand
      There is a Shel(l)
      Silvering like a stein
      A pewter ring
      Circling
      In a chain of words.

      For you:

      One sister for sale!
      One sister for sale!
      One crying and spying young sister for sale!
      I’m really not kidding,
      So who’ll start the bidding?
      Do I hear the dollar?
      A nickel?
      A penny?
      Oh, isn’t there, isn’t there, isn’t there any
      One kid that will buy this old sister for sale,
      This crying and spying young sister for sale?

      by Shel Silverstein

      4 votes
      1. BuckeyeSundae
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        Listen to the wind blow Watch the sun rise. Run in the shadows Damn your love, damn your life. And if you don’t love me now You will never love me again I can still hear you saying, “we must never...

        Listen to the wind blow
        Watch the sun rise.
        Run in the shadows
        Damn your love, damn your life.

        And if you don’t love me now
        You will never love me again
        I can still hear you saying, “we must never break the chain.”
        Never break the chain.

        • Fleetwood Mac, “The Chain”
        1 vote
      2. aethicglass
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        The crocodile went to the dentist and sat down in the chair, and the dentist said, "Now tell me sir, why does it hurt, and where?" And the crocodile said, "Well to tell you the truth, I have this...

        The crocodile went to the dentist
        and sat down in the chair,
        and the dentist said,
        "Now tell me sir,
        why does it hurt, and where?"

        And the crocodile said,
        "Well to tell you the truth,
        I have this horrible, terrible
        ache in my tooth."

        And he opened his jaws,
        so wide, so wide!
        That the dentist,
        he climbed right inside.

        And the dentist just laughed,
        "Oh isn't this fun?"
        As he pulled the teeth out
        one by one.

        And the crocodile cried,
        "You're hurting me so!
        Please put down your pliers
        and let me go!"

        But the dentist just laughed
        with a "Ho, ho, ho!"
        And he said,
        "I still have twelve to go!"

        "Oops, that's the wrong one,
        I confess.
        But what's one crocodile tooth,
        more or less?"

        Then, suddenly...
        The jaws went SNAP!
        And the dentists was gone,
        right off the map.

        To the North, the South,
        the East or West,
        he left no forwarding address.

        But what's one dentists,
        more or less?

        -Shel Silverstein

        Going off memory, but hopefully I got it right. I love the way he reads it.

  3. [6]
    aethicglass
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    "Scrimper scamp!" they called to him, Whose eyes grew wide with glee. "Spin a yarn, a web for us Devised of poetry." He frothed and bubbled metered lines, Mosaics made of pain, His fraught and...

    "Scrimper scamp!" they called to him,
    Whose eyes grew wide with glee.
    "Spin a yarn, a web for us
    Devised of poetry."

    He frothed and bubbled metered lines,
    Mosaics made of pain,
    His fraught and malnutritioned life
    Did naught but entertain.

    He revelled in attention gleaned
    And danced about in joy
    As one man watched with great resolve
    To make Scrimp Scramp his toy.

    He waited and he bid his time,
    He followed like a creep
    Til one night Scrimper Scamp was bound
    And taken in his sleep.

    A wicked box was hauled away
    With Scrimper Scamp concealed.
    Awoken by these grave events,
    He struggled and appealed.

    Upon arrival, Scamp was cramped,
    Afraid, alone, in tears.
    The box lid opened, magnifying
    All his deepest fears.

    Chained into a darkened pit,
    Too dark for Scamp to see
    A pale and pasty, sneering man
    Demanding poetry.

    He gnashed upon the cuffs and chains
    That held him in his place,
    Muttering maniacally,
    Building up his pace.

    One broken link would set him free
    To scamper, scrape, and squeal
    Away from this malicious beast
    Who kept him locked in steel.

    Expectant eyes, impatient ears,
    A wicked little grin.
    Adorned the visage of his captor's
    Grey and lifeless skin.

    Anybody else wanna keep it going?

    4 votes
    1. [4]
      Petril
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      "Sing for me!" The imp did shriek. "A song of spoken rhyme. For long I've listened to you scream But now it is my time!" I'm not a writer, but I gave it a quick shot!

      "Sing for me!" The imp did shriek.
      "A song of spoken rhyme.
      For long I've listened to you scream
      But now it is my time!"

      I'm not a writer, but I gave it a quick shot!

      3 votes
      1. [3]
        aethicglass
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        A curdled creak escaped his throat, And died upon the wall, For Scrimper Scamp had lost his heart, Held captive by the hall.

        A curdled creak escaped his throat,
        And died upon the wall,
        For Scrimper Scamp had lost his heart,
        Held captive by the hall.

        2 votes
        1. [2]
          Petril
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          "You test my patience, useless wretch, I'll give just one chance more. And then you'll find your body bleeding Broken on the floor."

          "You test my patience, useless wretch,
          I'll give just one chance more.
          And then you'll find your body bleeding
          Broken on the floor."

          1. aethicglass
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            The evil knave, beyond dismayed, exasperated, fumed. He thought he'd found his golden goose, That much he had assumed. Scrimper Scamp was sobbing now, But sorrow was his muse, He let the tide of...

            The evil knave, beyond dismayed,
            exasperated, fumed.
            He thought he'd found his golden goose,
            That much he had assumed.

            Scrimper Scamp was sobbing now,
            But sorrow was his muse,
            He let the tide of sadness rise,
            with poetry perfuse.

    2. captain_cardinal
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      This is really wonderful. I enjoyed reading this a bunch.

      This is really wonderful. I enjoyed reading this a bunch.

      1 vote
  4. [3]
    AlastrionaCatskill
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    (Fair warning, I am no poet - I can do prose way better) My spirit guides me every day, Through much work or some play. Thick and thin it stays, April storms or flowers in May. Once it were lost,...

    (Fair warning, I am no poet - I can do prose way better)

    My spirit guides me every day,
    Through much work or some play.
    Thick and thin it stays,
    April storms or flowers in May.

    Once it were lost,
    Wanted to die, but at what cost?
    Others guided me to safe harbor,
    All knights in shining armor.

    I saw the light it cast,
    And my spirit came back at last.
    Ones will may fall,
    But with friends it'll stand tall.

    3 votes
    1. [2]
      meristele
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      By Evanescence The problem with armor is The weight of the clamour is The sound of the sorrow is The wind of the morrow.

      I'm going under, (going under)
      Drowning in you, (drowning in you)
      I'm falling forever, (falling forever)
      I've got to break through

      By Evanescence

      The problem with armor is
      The weight of the clamour is
      The sound of the sorrow is
      The wind of the morrow.

      2 votes
  5. [2]
    captain_cardinal
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    Because I could not stop for Death (Part II) Because I could not stop for Death, impatient did He grow. Said I, "My Friend, the Dawn is here, and there are Fields to sow." He let out a sigh -- He...

    Because I could not stop for Death (Part II)

    Because I could not stop for Death,
    impatient did He grow.
    Said I, "My Friend, the Dawn is here,
    and there are Fields to sow."

    He let out a sigh -- He took off his Cloak
    And admired his own Work:
    Swellings on the Ground, aligned --
    Each Roof finely marked.

    Once more, I spoke -- through silent Retort,
    "Surely, you must see,
    that I've no time -- to spend my day --
    in Eternity.

    With tender grip, he led me on --
    through Pasture, Coop, and Pen.
    He led past Horse and Chick --
    The Swine -- reveling in the Pen.

    We paused before the Field, once bare --
    its bounties overflown.
    He motioned -- it was time to Reap,
    The Field that once was brown.

    3 votes
    1. meristele
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      This. I'm Dead! (I think) And yet A wake (I drink) It makes Me sink Into the everlasting silence between stars.

      This.

      I'm Dead!
      (I think)
      And yet
      A wake
      (I drink)
      It makes
      Me sink
      Into the everlasting silence between stars.

      1 vote
  6. aethicglass
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    Jisei are traditional poems written by haiku poets and zen monks in their moments before death. One of my favorites is this. Jisei to wa sunawachi mayoi tada shinan -Toko (1795) Translates to:...

    Jisei are traditional poems written by haiku poets and zen monks in their moments before death. One of my favorites is this.

    Jisei to wa
    sunawachi mayoi
    tada shinan

    -Toko (1795)

    Translates to:
    Death poems
    are mere delusion
    Death is death

    1 vote