Stories tagged “bad poetry”
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That One Time, With the Pizza Chick
Dear Penthouse Once upon a midnight dreary, drunk of rum, eyes a-bleary, Over bent a porcelain god, praying o’er days of yore. While I wretched, body sapping, suddenly I heard a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my hotel door. “...
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That One Time, With the Pizza Chick - Part II
“You can’t pay, got no cash? Spent yer dough on this porno stash? Tell you what, I’m kinda bored. Come here ’n close the door.” Course I did as she had said & moved in closer to the bed, Much too quick for spinning head. Tripped &...
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Rest in Peace
“The King of Pop is dead!”, and so the world weeps. But little Jordan Chandler Fin’ly has Rest and Peace
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Jaws' Haiku
It’s taking the bait And we need a bigger boat Dude, we are so fucked
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Eulogy for a wine shop
Oh dear wine shop, you’ve been a good friend! You have been top, right to the end. Oh dear Wine Rack, I will miss you. I want you back, with wine at three for two! Now you are gone, how will I get drunk? It won’t be too long, until I become...
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Dance with My Demon
Swirling, Whirling, Twirling Our bodies intertwined My breath with the lack of his My heart pounds But nothing resonates from within him My sweating palms locked within his clammy hands I rest my head upon his stone-like shoulder But I don’t dare loo...
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For Rosalind
O Rosalind, wilt thou be mine fore’er And be taken unto me in marriage? For I would take you here or there or there In the splendour of a crimson carriage. Would you let me near your beautious breast Or carress your side beneath feathered sheets?...
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Musing on the mundane, cleaning the kitchen cupboard.
Every home has one, lurking in the kitchen. A dark, deep cupboard, where the odds and ends Reside. Iron pots and pans, sit, forgotten, All thick with rust. Their stoic stand contends For space with whisks, and strings of weights, a thing With spikes, t...
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Boo! Adjectives!
Ficly caught my eye, Taught me brevity lessons, Adjectives are bad.
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Life and characters
The thought that jumps from stem to stern tying in knots, itself to learn, the end, the pulse, the spark of life, deep feelings felt, the sharp knife of past regrets and future woes, reeling in pain from imagined blows of spite and stick, longings thic...