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Fun Stuff => MAKE => Topic started by: Asterus on 13 Jun 2012, 15:46
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A challenge to those of lyrical tongue
I bid you to speak in rhyme
Product made in any form, in any way sung
From those who can spare the time
I wish to see the vistas of thought
Inked into full upon this page
(Though drawn by an E-Pen is more accurately said)
Let this thread be a lyrical stage
The poems I oft see are just static, inert
Naught but statues carved forever still
I want something more lively, more active, alert
And a forum thread fits the bill
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Never had I hoped to see
A thread so wonderfully rhythmic.
I'm glad to say I did not flee
this challenge of rhyme intrinsic
Now I do too lay quiet in wait
to see if those who have the time
will step aside and take the bait
and confront this task of rhyme.
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There once was a man from Nantucket... :evil:
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The written word is mighty a foe,
and will beset me much woe,
if only I were more clever,
I might enjoy this lyrical endeavor,
and oh how much better I would be,
if only I had an English degree!
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Poor Marigold found
That Nintendo games played of old
Though intriguing they do, once sold
Not have save points abound.
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As time passed through the window that day
And Mar-bear persisted, extending her stay
It should be noted that her pose lacked any reaction
Except in the case of distraction
Still one question remains in my idle mind
"Why was that the state that her [Emily's] parents find?"
What course would they have for visiting that late,
That far house built alongside the lake?
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There once was a man from Nantucket... :evil:
Don't tell me! Does he have a bucket?
This line is a classic,
although quite Jurassic,
but something inside me said 'fuck it!'
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Hadn't noticed this thread until today. I posted two limericks on Facebook on Christmas Day. End rhyme in the first is a stretch:
On Christmas, the day is reflective,
a day to be filled with perspective,
when friendships are dear
and family is near
in spirit if not altogective.
I wrote the second after a friend offered a first line, then wrote, "OK, I've stared; others can finish."
There once was a singer named Ball,
who stared so long at y'all
he forgot to look on
at the director's baton
and started to sing not at all.
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I'd write more, but my dactyls are pterrible,
and my rhythm leaves much to desire.
So I'll gather each page of my writing
and chuck it all into the pyre.
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Then let us dance around blaze fueled by words without spine
As ink and paper curl, within heat intertwine
Let the flame of this pyre supply future fire
For other works cast from your mind
Still I call for an archive, or even posts live
I feel effort must garner attention
The underestimation serves as circumvention
Of flames of a different kind
What does it matter if one's skills fail to match,
The level you think you must reach?
The fact is that we're all peers on an equivalent level
Each other and ourselves we must teach!
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Despite my misgivings, I intend to continue-
This former lit major can't help loving this venue.
Rhythm and rhyme, never being my strengths
will not prevent my writing some bullshit, at length.
If none of us write, we have nothing at all,
and a world with out poetry? Terribly dull.
So I take up your challenge, I take it with glee!
But fuck if I'll watch that damn show on TV.
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eta:
I tried for a poetry pun,
but it doesn't seem that it quite won.
so I'll tip off my hat,
and leave it at that,
but really, i thought it was fun.
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To be honest, my life lacks the light of the tele
And the only screen I see's PC's
But I've heard that the show is quite musical
And other friends view it with glee.
From what I have seen in briefest of clips
(Upon plane, no less, during flight)
Is that drama's the show (since that's entertaining, you know)
And the music's exposure is light.
Anyway, back on to the topic of the day
I began this course as a matter of course
I enjoy threading a word in a manner absurd
Upon absurd thoughts as a source
Still the view is remiss without something such as this
A quorum within forum of thought
Whereupon that is said is said once again
As other tear apart what you've wrought
(And assemble once more with what they've brought)