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Shall I Compare Thee To A Mooseburger aka The Bad Poetry Thread
Blaze:
O! J3nnee dear,
O! J3nnee sweet,
Homeowners often
Have no heat.
O! J3nnee smile,
O! J3nne chile'
crashing down
came my ceiling tile.
My hubby glanced and what did he say?
"Load the car and let's run away...
I don't think workin' on the house is groovie,
So my sons and I are going to a movie.
I'll give him a smack
Just as soon as he's back
but he won't take a whack
At that stack of tile!
At lest you can rail at your Mr. Hooper
I can't hate my hubby like some building super!
Blaze:
Ms Duck asked me to Post my Entries for Bardic Competition somewhere, and since this the only poetry thread... But there is a caveat!
It doesn't really meet our criterion for BAD POETRY. So, I apologize in advance.
East Kingdom Bardic Champions is held once a year, it is an SCA event. When it is held close enough to where I live and if I am in the mood (or crazy enough) I enter. I have even won. But not this year. This year's winners were so mind blowingly fabulous that I am glad that they beat me. (We East Kingdom Bards are like that, a victory for one is really a victory for all!)
The topics were: Round One: Love. Round Two: War Round Three: A random request by the King and Queen off of your Bardic Resume. (Which I submitted under the title: Bardic Resume 10WD40, the short form.)
Blaze:
Mutable
By Alayne all right reserved ad inifinitum
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses, love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
When I was small and skinned my knee
My mother's love would comfort me.
When I was frightened or unsure
My mother's love for me was cure.
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses, love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
When I reached an awkward age
Not unknowing, not quite sage
Love came to me leaps and bounds
In romping with my favorite hounds.
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses, love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
As a maiden in flush first bud,
Love would boil in my blood,
For a handsome curve of thigh,
Who did not notice me pass by.
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses, love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
So inward did my passions flow
And sought a deeper sort of glow
Flirting with staunch piety
Passion pure, was not for me.
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses, love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
First in friendship, then in love
I found a hand slip in my glove
Staunch support, and ardent lips
And something magic at the hips.
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses, love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
Then one day life within
A new love's chapter did begin
Someone helpless, someone small
Taught me the greatest love of all.
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
Here I stand, of love well versed,
Of love been vexed, of love been cursed.
Had love swell up within my breast,
Of love been filled, of love been blessed.
Love is transient, love remains
Love is losses, love is gains
Love comes softly, love grows loud
Love is single, love's a crowd.
Blaze:
now the sad (war is sad always) poem:
the Ground
By Alayne all right reserved ad inifinitum
The earth springs hard against my back,
The sky above me, is turning black,
Bright and brittle the stars they shine,
Will my sweetheart know to pine?
Will she miss me as she ought?
Where is the glory that once I sought?
I heard my horse, he charged away,
I heard the close and fervent fray,
I smelled the blood and felt the fear
And how I miss my mother, dear.
Will she miss me, as she ought?
Where is the glory that once I sought?
My brothers by my side that rode
Who honored, too chivalric code,
If only I could could turn my head
To see if they, like me, lay dead.
Will they miss me as they ought?
Where is the glory that once I sought?
My King, I hope my King still stands
To return from these foreign lands.
To go to where his people wait
I pray he does not share my fate.
Will he miss me as he ought?
Where is the glory that once I sought?
The coldness gathers and the dark
The fading of my once bright spark
All that I might, or could ever be
Has, with my blood, abandoned me.
Will they miss me as they ought?
Where is the glory that once I sought?
Ms Duck:
wow! bravo! bravo!
what was the 10wd40 poem?
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