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

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   Joy56posted 12 years ago

   go on you start......

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   Joy56posted 12 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.

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   couturepopcafeposted 12 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

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      writinginalaskaposted 12 years agoin 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.

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   blondepoetposted 12 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.

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   couturepopcafeposted 12 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."

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   Tom Cornettposted 12 years ago

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

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   couturepopcafeposted 12 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

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   writinginalaskaposted 12 years ago

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

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   schoolgirlforrealposted 12 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

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    blondepoetposted 12 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.

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    schoolgirlforrealposted 12 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

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    xobliamposted 12 years ago

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

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       xobliamposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       must rhyme
       
       
       as snow on an Alaskan night

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    writinginalaskaposted 12 years ago

    oh Geeze  more Sarah.........lol

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    writinginalaskaposted 12 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!

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    schoolgirlforrealposted 12 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?"

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    agagliaposted 12 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.

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    xobliamposted 12 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

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    schoolgirlforrealposted 12 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!

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    blondepoetposted 12 years ago

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

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       SomewayOuttaHereposted 12 years agoin reply to this

         night again!

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          blondepoetposted 12 years agoin reply to this

          Goodnight dear buddy of mine

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    writinginalaskaposted 12 years ago

    please don't say he's bangin Palin 

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    schoolgirlforrealposted 12 years ago

    nite

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    mega1posted 12 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

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       xobliamposted 12 years agoin reply to this

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

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          mega1posted 12 years agoin 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"!!

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             xobliamposted 12 years agoin 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

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                mega1posted 12 years agoin 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 . . .

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       schoolgirlforrealposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       thx mega, for saving the day nice ending

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    couturepopcafeposted 12 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."

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    xobliamposted 12 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

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       couturepopcafeposted 12 years agoin reply to this

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

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    xobliamposted 12 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

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       couturepopcafeposted 12 years agoin 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

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          xobliamposted 12 years agoin reply to this

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

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             couturepopcafeposted 12 years agoin reply to this

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

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    Joy56posted 12 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.

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       couturepopcafeposted 12 years agoin reply to this

       Never, never sleep, joy56.  The morning breeze has secrets to tell.  Do not go back to sleep.
       
       We're waiting...Joy...

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    Joy56posted 12 years ago

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

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       andycoolposted 12 years agoin 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.

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          couturepopcafeposted 12 years agoin 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

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          writinginalaskaposted 12 years agoin 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................

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             couturepopcafeposted 12 years agoin 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.

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    couturepopcafeposted 12 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."

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    Tom Cornettposted 12 years ago

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

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