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let's write a poem together........

  1. Joy56 profile image59
    Joy56posted 6 years ago

    go on you start......

  2. Joy56 profile image59
    Joy56posted 6 years ago

    o.k. i will go first.

    He heard a rustling, of the leaves,
    turning round slowly

    oh no this is more like a story, i cant write a poem tonight maybe tomorrow.

  3. couturepopcafe profile image60
    couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago

    he heard a rustling of the leaves and slowly turning round
    the winter night approached him as the snow did hit the ground
    it offered him a bitter cold, a cold he never knew
    a wondrous fancy frosty fate, the message that it blew

    1. writinginalaska profile image83
      writinginalaskaposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      so he turned his back to the wind, his mind all in a hussle,
      thoughts of his warm bed and covers all in a tossle.

      but icy fingers worked their way inside his brain,
      scattering his thoughts, until he thought he'd go insane.

  4. blondepoet profile image78
    blondepoetposted 6 years ago

    Suddenly the bushes parted,
    He scratched his head and loudly farted.
    And suddenly there stood a dingo,
    Oh no he'd never get to bingo.

  5. couturepopcafe profile image60
    couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago

    "Alaska's nice" he thought out loud, "I think that I will go there."
    so he packed his coat and sleeping bag and walked out in the snow there.
    Since he was cold he thought he'd go where it was even colder.
    Insanity indeed did grow, his mind becoming bolder

    But the dingo only laughed and said "you'll never get to bingo."
    "Fine." said our insane small guy, "then I'll go look for Ringo."

  6. Tom Cornett profile image54
    Tom Cornettposted 6 years ago

    So ...off to Alaska he went sailin'
    Stood by a moose
    Got shot by Sarah Palin

  7. couturepopcafe profile image60
    couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago

    "Aha!" said the cop all wet and rainy
    "These prints were traced to mr. cheney"
    And the dingo smiled an evil grin
    as he lifted up his glass of gin

  8. writinginalaska profile image83
    writinginalaskaposted 6 years ago

    Groan.........  did we have to bring Sarah into this lol?

  9. schoolgirlforreal profile image73
    schoolgirlforrealposted 6 years ago

    Gin is my drink of choice said the dingo
    And I'm not allowed to drink it at bingo
    The old farts don't allow it

  10. blondepoet profile image78
    blondepoetposted 6 years ago

    He listened intently,
    As he heard footsteps draw near,
    And there in the bushes,
    Suddenly a woman appeared.


    "Eek eek", he did mutter,
    As he raised his club high,
    "This woman", he pondered,
    Wants a bit on the sly.

  11. schoolgirlforreal profile image73
    schoolgirlforrealposted 6 years ago

    Then he looked down at his body
    And realized he was a hottie
    So he went for the gal in the green dress with red hair
    And together they (f*****)and made quite the pair wink

  12. xobliam profile image60
    xobliamposted 6 years ago

    he's hair turned white
    as the snow in alaska
    when he thought of the moose
    Palin shot dead and f'oozed

    1. xobliam profile image60
      xobliamposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      must rhyme


      as snow on an Alaskan night

  13. writinginalaska profile image83
    writinginalaskaposted 6 years ago

    oh Geeze  more Sarah.........lol

  14. writinginalaska profile image83
    writinginalaskaposted 6 years ago

    then with a start,
    he realized he needed to be smart,
    no more of this boozin,
    or fluzin,
    with that Sarah or whozin?
    He flung the moose in the back of his truck,
    and said  wft!
    i'm headed out of this Frontier,
    before i get hit a deer!

  15. schoolgirlforreal profile image73
    schoolgirlforrealposted 6 years ago

    In his mind he agreed with many of we
    That Sarah Palin is a flipping bee

    As he drove along the haunted dark highway
    Blonde Poet crawled out of the back of the jeep...
    She told him she knowed him
    And that he was smokin

    What they did we won't know then
    Cause the tv screen is smokin
    I can't see a thing
    Sounds like he's giving her a ring

    What will she say
    To the question "Marry me, hey?"

  16. agaglia profile image83
    agagliaposted 6 years ago

    He looked at her, but didn't make a peep.
    She put her hand on the back of his jeep
    purring her affection,
    as he changed his direction.

  17. xobliam profile image60
    xobliamposted 6 years ago

    blond poet drove confused
    pretending she'd been used
    as a fluze dressed in green
    with red hair such a sting

    She'd pulled off on the now
    white haired chap who'd gone pow
    with the gun that for fun
    he'd taken from Palin still on the run

  18. schoolgirlforreal profile image73
    schoolgirlforrealposted 6 years ago

    But then with a screech of the tires
    She threw this man in the cow mire
    And announced once and for all
    She was schoolgirlforreal after all!

  19. blondepoet profile image78
    blondepoetposted 6 years ago

    So she tore off her clothes,
    To reveal a uniform inside,
    As she grabbed him in frustration,
    And smacked his backside.

    http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q65/warchildguy/Schoolgirl.jpg

    1. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
      SomewayOuttaHereposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      lol lol  night again!

      1. blondepoet profile image78
        blondepoetposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        Goodnight dear buddy of mine smile

  20. writinginalaska profile image83
    writinginalaskaposted 6 years ago

    please don't say he's bangin Palin  lol

  21. schoolgirlforreal profile image73
    schoolgirlforrealposted 6 years ago

    lol nite

  22. mega1 profile image81
    mega1posted 6 years ago

    or was she just a bit confused
    married already? I am bemused
    its a mystery to me whether it was
    a dingo, or maybe BP's cuz
    zin

    the devil for sure
    would be more demure
    than that wild blonde poet in her
    breakaway brassiere

    wicked, wicked
    girls and dingos
    scandals abound
    when they're not playin bingos

    1. xobliam profile image60
      xobliamposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      sorry mega...but not sure what period of poetry you use here....no rhyme...hardly any tempo....hmm

      1. mega1 profile image81
        mega1posted 6 years ago in reply to this

        I always save my good stuff for my own special hubs -
        this is a freekin forum for gah's sake! 
        why don't you give us all a break?

        This critiqueing of threads is some kind of idea
        to kill the thread
        and send us all screamin' back to bed

        (P.S. I am proud to say I don't usually write "doggerel" which is probably the only kind of poetry you understand, tada tada tadada, tada tada tada!)

        plus, I barely know how to take criticism from a hubber rated at "38"!!

        1. xobliam profile image60
          xobliamposted 6 years ago in reply to this

          obviously not
          must drink coffee alot
          gotta lighten up
          38 is enough
          after only a few days of digital penning
          by xobliam who ain't complaining
          at the 10 hubs he's published
          in this House of Hub rubish

          Relax it wasn't meant has a  put down.....sheeeeeeshhhhh

          1. mega1 profile image81
            mega1posted 6 years ago in reply to this

            It wasn't?  couldn't have guessed that.

            If I got any more relaxed I'd just slide off the planet I think!

            and now,

            back to the poem . . .

    2. schoolgirlforreal profile image73
      schoolgirlforrealposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      thx mega, for saving the day smile nice ending smile

  23. couturepopcafe profile image60
    couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago

    "Ok, I've trudged out here, been stalked by a dingo,
    played games with a governor, lost out at bingo,
    gunned down by Cheney, blondepoet and schoolgirl,
    (the dingo liked them - put him in a big whirl).
    I've made it with Sarah, the iron-clad Repub
    and at the same time started writing a poem hub.

    Oh, where is my butler, my mommy and daddy?
    I need my chaffeur and my cook and my caddy.
    Just want to return to my neat little hottub
    Oh, wait, I forgot, I am stuck in this hub, Bub."

  24. xobliam profile image60
    xobliamposted 6 years ago

    well let's see about butlers and chauffeurs
    in this story Palin is part of yesterdays hours
    today couturepopcafe you seek for Bill Gates dollars
    that my dear poet will get you hottub for an hour

    1. couturepopcafe profile image60
      couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      an hour here, a minute there
      methinks old bill has bucks to spare

  25. xobliam profile image60
    xobliamposted 6 years ago

    a dollar here and hubcents there
    soon your fortune shows you quite content
    in diecast limousines and barbie doll castles
    and for just dreaming in words with so little hassle

    1. couturepopcafe profile image60
      couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      (wish I had a barbie castle.  she has the best clothes and everything.)
      I remember the days of diecast and dolls
      where dreaming in words was bliss
      the child lived sublimely
      this message is timely
      my old little world I miss

      1. xobliam profile image60
        xobliamposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        http://s3.hubimg.com/u/3935030_f248.jpg

        cpc asks.....wikimedia delivers...it's yours forever to treasure

        1. couturepopcafe profile image60
          couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago in reply to this

          THX!!  (now where are those Microsoft $$s to pay the taxes on this thing.)

  26. Joy56 profile image59
    Joy56posted 6 years ago

    well done everyone   where was i when this was being writ......

    Who said it had to rhyme by the way.... it's a free world.

    1. couturepopcafe profile image60
      couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      Never, never sleep, joy56.  The morning breeze has secrets to tell.  Do not go back to sleep.

      We're waiting...Joy...

  27. Joy56 profile image59
    Joy56posted 6 years ago

    tell me about it..... we should keep on with the poem now where we.

    1. andycool profile image70
      andycoolposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      Not a part of the poem

      Great poem, what a game... thanks Joy56
      Lady with talent, your idea just clicks!
      Blonde is naughty, Girl is sexy, others are modest
      Mega is wise, Pop is nice, Joy is the best.
      Come on poets, write a bit and let others write
      Let's make a poem that's beautiful and bright.

      1. couturepopcafe profile image60
        couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        write a bit poets and let others write
        let's make a poem that's beautiful and bright
        our andycool says he's not part of the poem
        but all of us read his neat little tome
        so where is our blondie and schoolgirl and mega
        they're out with the dingo, upturning a kega

      2. writinginalaska profile image83
        writinginalaskaposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        what no mention of me??? waaaaaa    i added alot and i'm the one that's from Alaska, crying in my beer................

        1. couturepopcafe profile image60
          couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago in reply to this

          Alaska said "Hey, that's not beer you've been drinking.
          It's gin and I'm p.o'd so here's what I'm thinking.
          I'll take that moose head off the wall in my study
          and throttle you soundly. I'm in on this, buddy.

          Those totties are wrapped in the trunk of my car.
          I'm leaving them there til they close down this bar.
          Xobliam and Someway, Agaglia, too.
          Cornett and Couturepop and anyone who
          just doesn't believe me.  She ripped off her mask.
          I'm really Pres. Palin.  I'm up to the task.

  28. couturepopcafe profile image60
    couturepopcafeposted 6 years ago

    I think that the dingo was eating at Mickeys
    outback with Aussies and kangas and rickeys
    His gin glass was empty and this made him cross
    when in stepped Ms. Palin who yelled "I'm still boss!"

    Her snow covered Blanicks were leaving a wet mess
    But dingo just bowed and said, 'Yes, m'am, your highness.
    I'll buy you a drink if you make me your VP."
    "Ok," said the lady. "but first clean up BP."

  29. Tom Cornett profile image54
    Tom Cornettposted 6 years ago

    She stood in the White House
    And thought of decors
    Walls full of moose heads
    Will match my fur floors  smile

 
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