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The Poetry Grandmaster Corner

kyjds

Julius the Jules
Poetry Grandmaster is a self-proclaimed title that I created for those who are proud of their poetry, no matter what anyone else thinks! If you are a Poetry Grandmaster, share your most proud pieces by posting in this thread.

The first poem: (WARNING! This poem was written prior to Dec. 21st, 2012, when all thought the world would end, which I never fell for in the first place.)

The World Would Be Dead by Joseph D. Smith

"I told you the world would be dead..."
Famous last words of a psycho-killer...
The world as we know it is dead in the near future,
We see things from the perspective of a thriller,
Only to find this world is torture...

The Killer was set to be executed,
But before he died, he announced his dread,
That the world would end...
Soon after, he was muted,
Dead and executed...

In the year 2012, a few years after his death,
His prediction came true,
The world had one last breath.
The rule of the earth, the one rule;
Kill or be killed...

The second poem:

Quick Ending by Joseph D. Smith

You say that the world will end in fire,
I say the situation will be even more dire.
This quality you most despise,
I know your ultimate demise.

When the world ends,
You will have the bends;
Not by water,
But by mud,
The world shall turn to quicksand.

You will have no place to run,
But rather you will see your bitter end.
Do you fight or swim?
Do you have the right to decide?
Only God will know,
You will be killed with a sinking suicide!
 
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Union jack

Member
I'm the New Boy on the block
Oh yeah, I know you rock
And I've come here just to see
You have your way with me

This isn't just a dream
Things are exactly as they seem
And now I'll bide my time
And lay my washing on the line
 

Revoltingest

Pragmatic Libertarian
Premium Member
A revolting ode to my favorite form....

While lacking in some flexibility,
a limerick has some utility.
With form so constrained
opportunity's gained
to show off one's verbal agility.

A revolting ode to the pill's 50th birthday....

Happy birthday to the pill.
50 years and with us still.
Kept us free
so that we
can keep doing what we will.

A revolting ode to William Topaz McGonagall in his inimitable style. (OK....I guess it is imitable.)

I'll read you some poetry that's both pompous & abominable,
which will cause you much pain, both aesthetic & abdominal,
with meter inconsistent
& rhymes barely approximate
in tribute to a poet born in Dundee Scotland in 1825 or 1830 named William Topaz McGonagall.
 
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Brickjectivity

wind and rain touch not this brain
Staff member
Premium Member
My best so far:
Old Badger sniffed out
tasted all about
twilight in his eyes
friendly darkened skies

I see in the night
use sound as moonlight
eat fear and raise hell
night come ring my bell
 
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