The 2010 Bad Poetry Contest continues!

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[C.D.Morgan]

Ode to Warren Jeffs

My sister is my mother
My father is my brother
I married my first cousin
Then another half a dozen

When we started having babies
They was acting kinda crazy
So we started our own church
And wed them all to Uncle Lurch.

[Joe Stinson]

Undone

A thousand words
That’s all I need today
More coffee
And 1k
Got the beginning
Nailed the end
Its all that stuff in the middle
That’s just not coming together and fitting correctly no matter how many times I seem to move it around and what I seem to do with it
A thousand a day
For just another month or so
Then I can submit
it

[Hajid Kirduz Mesechnohech]

Greetings and saltations, Uncle Chip sir!

This year I offer heartfelt poem (written out of depths of heart) based on events which recently fell onto me in last year.

Sincerely,
Hajid
www.HajidKirduzMesechnohech.com

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"Krzjette"
by Hajid Kirduz Mesechnohech

Krzjette, your love for me
was like lowing of she-goats in spring
when bald sparrows
alight on budding bushes.

But your father,
like stealer of one-footed man's sandal,
he stood between us.
(He is large man.)

He betrothed you to another,
Ringtu the seller
of discount carpets.
And him you wed.

Now I stand
like camel lost in desert,
like beggar on street,
like sultan without mustache.

Tray of dates is prepared,
but falls into camel's trough.
DuckTales marathon is broadcast,
but elder cousin's television not working.

Winter has come.
But until spring I wait.
Lowing of she-goats
will come again.

[J R Allen]

"Random"
The world's in complete chaos, thank you very much Mr. Bush
Insanity is like gravity; all it takes is a little push
Off a cliff about ten stores high
Passengers please put your seats in the up right position, place your head between your legs and kiss your @ss good by
And in a flash it's over, now my hands are tide. So I just set back, relax and let my mind slow ride
But still; I know life is a gift given to us from up above
Living in confusion, lost in the shuffle is love....

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[Jim Rubart]

The Wind

The wind came softly, like a cat crawling up on top of my head and settling down for the afternoon,

It wooed me from my complacency, from my depths of malcontent, from my moment of melancholious daydreaming,

It brought upon its unseen arms a dandelion spore which danced upon my ear, carrying with it the promise that spring had arrived and would not be leaving soon,

The wind,

The wind,

The wind,

I stretched forth my hands and embraced my cousin, my brother, myself, my soul,

The wind,

The wind,

The wind.

[Gerald Shuler]

There Are Ways

There are 25,997 ways
To get it wrong. I know
Them all
From personal experience.

Experience is the best teacher
And also a pretty good preacher.
Definitely an over-reacher.
So I’ll share my wisdom with you.

Or maybe not.
25,997 ways to get it wrong
Is too much for just one song
Unless you tag along for the rest of my life.

It makes perfect cents to write a book
So folks can look
At all 25,997 ways to get it wrong
All at one time.

If you knew all 25,997 ways
To get it wrong
Then you would never get it wrong
Because you would know.

And knowledge is power
In the dangerous hour
Where mistakes are made
Because you didn’t know
All 25,997 ways to get it wrong.

But I do.