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  • lord_carbo
    FFR Player
    • Dec 2004
    • 6222
    #1

    Poems by Me

    I'll dump off poems I whip up in this thread. I'm not a fan of free verse or the sort so expect some playful poems for the most part, maybe a few depressing ones but for the most part these won't be a bit serious.



    The Jogger

    Jogging
    Jogging
    Jogging along
    The lone jogger runs down the lane
    Six in the morning
    His sleep he's adjourning
    Living by "no pain, no gain"

    Running
    Running
    Running along
    The lone jogger picks up his pace
    Ignoring his health
    He's all by himself
    He's last yet he's winning the race

    Resting
    Resting
    Resting he's not
    He'll never get enough
    Not planning on walking
    Or idly talking
    Running is serious stuff

    Collapsing
    Collapsing
    Collapsing he is
    The lone jogger erstwhile forgot
    Though it may seem fine
    When you're forty-nine
    Jogging is definitely not
    Last edited by lord_carbo; 02-5-2007, 04:16 AM.
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    • SethSquall
      FFR Player
      • Mar 2004
      • 5477
      #2
      Re: Poems by Me

      Hahahaha. I thought that was awesome dude.
      Originally posted by Tibs
      I love you, you Welsh ****

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        • mead1
          Cerebellumberjack
          FFR Simfile Author
          • Aug 2003
          • 3960
          #3
          Re: Poems by Me

          Not heinous.

          This thread needs more Sestina.

          Sestina - Wikipedia
          http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sestina


          Do it, they're cool.

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            • Jamaican Jew
              FFR Player
              • Jun 2006
              • 254
              #4
              Re: Poems by Me

              Mead, stop trying to corrupt people with your Sestinas.
              I'm serious.

              Carbo: Better than most of the poetry posted here. Points for the usage of "erstwhile."

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                • UberMario
                  FFR Player
                  • Aug 2005
                  • 1777
                  #5
                  Re: Poems by Me

                  Can I make this into a song, get a major label and then use you in the music video?
                  That's cool Mario, but how come whenever you eat mushrooms, everything gets bigger but your dick?

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                    • mead1
                      Cerebellumberjack
                      FFR Simfile Author
                      • Aug 2003
                      • 3960
                      #6
                      Re: Poems by Me

                      Originally posted by Jamaican Jew
                      Mead, stop trying to corrupt people with your Sestinas.
                      I'm serious.
                      no u?

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                        • torndreams
                          FFR Player
                          • Apr 2006
                          • 1
                          #7
                          Re: Poems by Me

                          i like it...
                          <a href="http://www.myspace.com/indreamsicry">MYspace</a>

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                            • lord_carbo
                              FFR Player
                              • Dec 2004
                              • 6222
                              #8
                              Re: Poems by Me

                              Originally posted by mead1
                              Not heinous.

                              This thread needs more Sestina.

                              Sestina - Wikipedia
                              http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sestina


                              Do it, they're cool.
                              Maybe later.

                              I'll have something fresh tomorrow. For now, an older poem of mine because I feel lazy when I don't post a poem along with a reply so early into this thread:



                              Five Meals

                              Today I have suddenly
                              been in the mood
                              To eat a hill--no,
                              a mountain of food

                              A breakfast for four
                              Makes me want more

                              Lunch for a king
                              Is hardly a thing

                              An enormous snack
                              I gorge and attack

                              Dinner is big
                              I eat like a pig

                              Yet a small desert
                              Makes my tummy hurt





                              I'll make sure my next poem is an epic epic to make up for a lack of awesomeness in this poem.
                              Last edited by lord_carbo; 01-15-2007, 09:00 PM.
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                                • mead1
                                  Cerebellumberjack
                                  FFR Simfile Author
                                  • Aug 2003
                                  • 3960
                                  #9
                                  Re: Poems by Me

                                  =(

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                                    • lord_carbo
                                      FFR Player
                                      • Dec 2004
                                      • 6222
                                      #10
                                      Re: Poems by Me

                                      Originally posted by mead1
                                      ---

                                      In other news, I'll be working for 5 hours straight today. "5 hours straight" as in "'5 hours' 'straight'," so I'll get plenty of time to work on my poem, which I have slightly outlined in my head, there.
                                      Last edited by lord_carbo; 01-16-2007, 01:04 PM.
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                                        • lord_carbo
                                          FFR Player
                                          • Dec 2004
                                          • 6222
                                          #11
                                          Re: Poems by Me

                                          Holy **** that poem took a lot of time.

                                          Expect to see the full revision tomorrow.
                                          Last edited by lord_carbo; 01-16-2007, 08:58 PM.
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                                            • lord_carbo
                                              FFR Player
                                              • Dec 2004
                                              • 6222
                                              #12
                                              Re: Poems by Me

                                              Writer's Block

                                              Seven thirty, late in the night
                                              What's a poet to possibly write?

                                              Perhaps a sonnet? A little rhyme?
                                              A haiku for those who possibly care?
                                              A dramatic poem to pass the time?
                                              Oh, my pencil broke--this isn't fair!

                                              I'm in denial but I know it to be so
                                              I'm in a state of writer's block
                                              Perhaps that explains why I have yet to go
                                              My hand on my forehead, my eyes on the clock

                                              A quarter past eight and still nothing down
                                              Not even a word that seems fit
                                              Of this desolation, I bear the crown
                                              And all of the shame that comes with it

                                              Oh, that's it! The perfect poem!
                                              With a brave hero whom saves the day!
                                              He slays a dragon far from his home
                                              And... nevermind, that sounds too cliche.

                                              I could do what the talentless poets write
                                              Scrawl random words and call it art
                                              And to all who deny it I'll put up a fight
                                              But I'd soon be unsatisfied and tear it apart

                                              Nearly ten 'o clock and--wait, just wait!
                                              I swear that beauty flew into my pen
                                              This time I mean it--it'll be great
                                              I rushed to finish before the clock struck ten

                                              I wrote a poem about my troubles tonight
                                              And in satisfaction I read it aloud
                                              "Wow," I said after, "this is utter trash
                                              The last stanza doesn't even rhyme"
                                              I give up





                                              Yeah, I couldn't think of anything, so I wrote a poem about how I couldn't think of anything.

                                              The poem was done in parts... the times listed are the actual times when I looked at the clock while writing it.

                                              Surprisingly there was very little editing. Other than approximately two words, it's verbatim to the original, pencil and paper version.
                                              Last edited by lord_carbo; 02-5-2007, 04:16 AM.
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                                                • lord_carbo
                                                  FFR Player
                                                  • Dec 2004
                                                  • 6222
                                                  #13
                                                  Re: Poems by Me

                                                  Hello Stranger

                                                  What made you talk to me today?
                                                  Frankly, I have so little to say
                                                  ___"What's going on? How are you?"
                                                  ___"Oh, I'm fine, nothing new"
                                                  When it comes to you, I don't know much
                                                  Since we never talk or keep in touch

                                                  Dont worry, I won't let it go to my head
                                                  Over the couple of things you said
                                                  ___"So what are exactly are you doing?"
                                                  ___"As of now, not really a thing"
                                                  We're not friends or anything like that
                                                  Nothing happened--you just stopped to chat


                                                  What made you decide to draw near?
                                                  Meeting someone new? Is there nothing to fear?
                                                  ___"Well I'm going to be late, 'ya know"
                                                  ___"Yeah, I guess we should start to go"
                                                  I'm making such a big deal out of this!
                                                  We just talked, that's it, is there something I missed?

                                                  The truth is, I'm lonely, with no one to see
                                                  What's nothing to you means so much to me
                                                  ___"Bye"
                                                  ___"Bye..."
                                                  Farewell, stranger, you are truly kind
                                                  We could talk again one day, that is, if you don't mind




                                                  I'll be submitting The Jogger, Writer's Block, and Hello Stranger to my school's literature magazine, whereas submissions are due this Friday. Given that most of the stuff they get probably sucks, this stuff should get in no problem.

                                                  PS super quadruple post
                                                  Last edited by lord_carbo; 02-4-2007, 06:30 PM. Reason: Attack of the invisible white text
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                                                    • FoJaR
                                                      The Worst
                                                      • Nov 2005
                                                      • 2816
                                                      #14
                                                      Re: Poems by Me

                                                      Originally posted by lord_carbo
                                                      I'll dump off poems I whip up in this thread. I'm not a fan of free verse or the sort so expect some playful poems for the most part, maybe a few depressing ones but for the most part these won't be a bit serious.



                                                      The Jogger

                                                      Jogging
                                                      Jogging
                                                      Jogging along
                                                      The lone jogger runs down the lane
                                                      Six in the morning
                                                      His sleep he's adjourning
                                                      Living by "no pain, no gain"

                                                      Running
                                                      Running
                                                      Running along
                                                      The lone jogger picks up his pace
                                                      Ignoring his health
                                                      He's all by himself
                                                      He's last yet he's winning the race

                                                      Resting
                                                      Resting
                                                      Resting he's not
                                                      He'll never get enough
                                                      Not planning on walking
                                                      Or idly talking
                                                      Running is serious stuff

                                                      Collapsing
                                                      Collapsing
                                                      Collapsing he is
                                                      The lone jogger erstwhile forgot
                                                      Though it may seem fine
                                                      When you're forty-nine
                                                      Jogging is definitely not
                                                      made a few changes in the last stanza, fixed tense and meter.

                                                      decent poem though

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                                                        • Wintergreen
                                                          gamehussy
                                                          • Dec 2006
                                                          • 64
                                                          #15
                                                          Re: Poems by Me

                                                          Originally posted by lord_carbo
                                                          I wrote a poem about my troubles tonight
                                                          And in satisfaction I read it aloud
                                                          "Wow," I said after, "this is udder trash
                                                          The last stanza doesn't even rhyme"
                                                          I give up
                                                          Udders are for cows. The word you want is 'utter'.
                                                          Life is short. Eat dessert first! - Jacques Torres

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