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Shut up and write a"poem"

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    Hubbers orbit (popular poetry)

    Inhabited ether by disquiet waves
    invading metallic frames, sprinkling screens
    with colours and shapes
    mineral world where life craves
    for yet another load of precious beams
    soon to be devoured like sweet grapes

    High astral body that spirits shelter
    surrounding the earth like a ring
    transcendent entity travelling from winter to spring
    running through time as it spins
    carrying words, thoughts, rebukes and grins
    immaterial rain pouring skelter

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      But this was interesting.
      Will you elaborate a bit on it?  Or no?

    2. Kim Lynn profile image60
      Kim Lynnposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      Beautiful and provocative.
      Thanks!

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    Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago

    A timid young gal in Singapore
    Was afraid to open her door
    So she sat in a chair
    Never went anywhere
    Til her rear was exceedingly sore.

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      zampanoposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Oh my God.
      Never expected that from you...
      That is popular poetry for sure

    2. debbiesdailyviews profile image56
      debbiesdailyviewsposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Yeah,thats what I enjoy,
      A good ole fashioned Lymerick.

      Titter titter I loved it what a ditty x

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      dutchman1951posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      A young Witch named Alice Mcfaye
      Would ride on her Beesom each day
      Around every room, she would loop and then zoom
      Til the Cealing fan got in her way!

      So The Doctor told Alice McFaye
      Madam would you please walk this way
      She said sir if you dont mind
      Just get the stick 'Out" of my behind
      and tomorrow i will try it your way!!!!


      lolol

      1. blondepoet profile image75
        blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        ROFL... oh we are all getting in the swing.

      2. agaglia profile image82
        agagliaposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        Funny,funny too.

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      pueblomanposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      There was a young man from St Bees
      Who was stung in the arm by a wasp.
      When asked "does it hurt?" He replied "no it doesn't,
      It's a good job it wasn't a hornet"

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        ralwusposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        best one yit. wink course I am smasehd

    5. agaglia profile image82
      agagliaposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      Funny and fun. I liked it and smiled

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    Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago

    I know I know.
    Totally opposite mood there.
    But you did say shut up and write, so I wrote.

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    Right. Let's get vulgar
    Here's a limerick for you

    Buy good sausage someday at the mart
    Carrots and cabbage for a hotpot start
    cook them real slow
    over warm fire glow
    At night under cover, celebrate with fart

    1. debbiesdailyviews profile image56
      debbiesdailyviewsposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      I loved your Poem, but untill you told us what it was about, beautiful though it was,

      I thought you was talking about all of us comunicating via metal laptops etc...
      Doh! how silly do I feel now,

      However now you have explained it, It's very beautiful, and youre very clever .

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    Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago

    Hey, since when is the word "rear" a vulgar term?


    The key to good limericks (in my humble opinion), at least the real challenge in writing limericks, is to avoid actual vulgarity.   At least, limericks have a bad rep from the start, right?


    There was a young man in Japan
    who wrote with his left hand
    He tried with the right
    but oh what a sight!
    Some things are "can'ts" and some "cans".

    1. dutchman1951 profile image60
      dutchman1951posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      The Royal nephew was a budding Rock Star
      He would scream when plunked his Guitar
      Until King Faud got enough
      of the headbanger stuff
      and made him a Janitor in Quatar!

    2. agaglia profile image82
      agagliaposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      this one is smart and more like the limericks I know about.

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    Hehehe.
    Elaborate ?
    Can't add nothing apart from , maybe

    broadening or collapsing
    orbits will be followed
    I think I prefer your limericks

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Well, I like the poem, especially  the

      "transcendent entity traveling from winter to spring
      running through time as it spins"

      ...the sun?

      Anyway, those lines captured my imagination and make the entire poem interesting...

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    "transcendent entity traveling from winter to spring
    running through time as it spins"

    I'm talking about a ball that spins.
    at the bottom you got summer, on top, winter. In between, you have forms of spring.
    And winter people send their posts to summer people at nine AM, and summer people receive them instantly, but it is 9 PM.
    And it it's real time.
    As you're going to sleep, I'm getting up.
    And while you sleep I think about what I'll tell you at breakfast.
    etc.
    And the "transcending entity" is that whole body of communicants over the spin of that ball.
    I'm just talking about Us.

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Ah!  That's awesome!  Thanks for explaining to my pea-brain.

      So....it's 6:51 P.M. where I am.  We are communicating in that ball of time even as we write here.
      What time is it there?  In France, right?

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    hehehe.
    I was thinking about those 12 lag hours between two
    hemispheres.
    Sorry for the explanation. Didn't mean to kill the fantasy

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      It's okay.  I like reality explained.  It still retains the fantasy; that's the beauty of poetry.  smile

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    I'm glad you like my poem.
    Thank you.
    Remember the title : "Hubbers Orbit"
    Let's keep the fantasy

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      You're welcome.

      I looked up the "World Clock".
      It's.....1 A.M. there?
      You are getting vewwwwwy sleeeepy....
      hahaha

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    yes . It's onezerofive.
    I'm not in the least sleepy.
    hehehe

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Then get ta writin' more poetry!  ha

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    ok. ok.
    It's not automatic, you know.
    Must be stimulated by strong feelings.
    And it's not easy to please the likes of Abraham...

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      ROFL!

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    One blue eye is piercing through my mind's shield
    while it's deploying poems, jokes, rubbish on the field
    of world wide pages to be seen
    by that eye akin
    whose deep thoughts from my spirit are concealed
    even though casting over it a bright light screen

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      ha
      I really really like that one personally  wink

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    ddsurfscaposted 7 years ago

    A drop of rain silently falls down
    somewhere in the field far away
    It lands on the back of a horse dark brown
    Turns to steam and will fall another day

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      zampanoposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Very nice.

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    Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago

    The Parisian stranger wielded pen in hand,
    reaching across space into another land
    Bonjour he said simply,
    but there was depth to his rhymes
    as he wrote eloquent riddles of orbiting time

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    A drop of rain on the back of a horse
    is like a good word to a mind willing to be fed
    If the horse is black, there's nothing else to be said.
    If the horse is white, we might discuss it with Mister Ed.
    hehehe

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    'Twas bruisy, and the strivy hubbers
    Did grim and grimble in the forum;
    All crumsy were the o'glubbers,
    For the sockpuppets before 'em.

    Beware the Trollerjock, me chum!
    The lure that leads, the words that snatch!
    Beware the Nohubs bird, and shun
    The trickious Hubbercatch!

    So bring ye curthing word in cheek:
    So long the slippy floe we've fought - -
    Let slip we by their sniggerd glee
    And gather our wily wrought.

    And we in fluffish squads with decorum:
    The Trollerjock, with words of fire,
    Comes huffling through the forum,
    And braggled as it liard.

    One two! One Two! Who is who?
    The curthing words went flying!
    We sent them off, and with its pride
    It went off and now is crying.

    And hast thou rid us of the Trollerjock?
    Not so my friend, only for a night.
    O hubber glee! Hublooh! Hublee!
    We chortled in delight.

    'Twas bruisy, and the strivy hubbers
    Did grim and grimble in the forum;
    All crumsy were the o'glubbers,
    For the sockpuppets before 'em.

    1. lorlie6 profile image86
      lorlie6posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Sweet genius!!  A treat for us all! smile

      1. blondepoet profile image75
        blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        Wow isn't he the best???

        http://i685.photobucket.com/albums/vv211/twangerstudios/ComputerTyping.gif

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          Sunny Robinsonposted 6 years ago in reply to this

          Wow, I don't know how I missed this.  Ralwus, you are seriously one of the best.

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        ralwusposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        LOL thanks Lorlie. xox 'twas fun.

    2. Steele Fields profile image76
      Steele Fieldsposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      That's totally awesome, ralwus.  You're one hard act to follow.

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        ralwusposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        thank you, now I must bow out as I am very tired. a long day it was. Maybe have another tomorrow. Good night all. big_smile

        1. earnestshub profile image89
          earnestshubposted 6 years ago in reply to this

          That was bloody marvellous ralwus. Reminded me of the late great John Lennon who murdered the language beautifully as you have done here.

          Deep bow of appreciation. smile

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

      ralwus - an educated man, a fluke of nature, a natural genius?  Perhaps all three.  Brilliant, boosey stuff.

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        ralwusposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        a fluke, yes. love your wee poem, don't skip too much or you'll end up like me.

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    Oh oyster, oyster of the sea
    please come dancing with me.
    I let the waves crash over me
    Seeking more for love from thee.

    A crashing wave
    a big walrus inside
    everyone ran safe
    so huge was the tide

    hehehe
    (old material)

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    roflmao big_smile big_smile big_smile the penguins!

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    blondepoetposted 7 years ago

    THERE ONCE WAS A FARMER FROM LEEDS
    WHO SWALLOWED A PACKET OF SEEDS
    IT SOON CAME TO PASS
    HE WAS COVERED WITH GRASS
    BUT HAS ALL THE TOMATOES HE NEEDS

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      Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Oh, I LOVE This!  So cool.

      1. blondepoet profile image75
        blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        Lol smile smile

    2. dutchman1951 profile image60
      dutchman1951posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      lmao...to much

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

      blondepoet - finally, some real meter

    4. Windsweptplains profile image82
      Windsweptplainsposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      Great poem!

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    that is good BP, but did ya need to shout it? LOL

    1. blondepoet profile image75
      blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Hahaha my cap locks kinda got stuck,
      I really am quite in a muck,
      But ecstatic to see you,
      My little dear boo boo,
      Let's go for a ride in a truck.

      1. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
        SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        ...can i come 2?...it's friday nite after all!

        hey BP!  and her dear boo boo!

        1. blondepoet profile image75
          blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

          A three way it is
          WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTT

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        ralwusposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        And prey tell what could we do in the truck? with all my luck
        we'd get stuck.

        1. blondepoet profile image75
          blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

          We have to find a word that rhymes with truck......mmm...am stuck smile

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            ralwusposted 7 years ago in reply to this

            in the muck?

          2. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
            SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

            aw shucks....where's the buck?????

            1. mega1 profile image79
              mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

              your avatar always makes me want a cig!

              1. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
                SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

                ha ha ....why is that?...used to be a pirate?...wanna get back into the life?

                1. mega1 profile image79
                  mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

                  yah - but I ain't no good at the pirate lingo so they kicked me off the ship, argggh!

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            mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

            tuck - as in   ?   tuck in?

            three little hubbers up in a truck
            they'll need something soft and lots of luck
            when they're ready to start shuckin'
            i'll come give them nighty-night tuck in

            see.  I told you I couldn't do it!

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              ralwusposted 7 years ago in reply to this

              take me home now.

              1. mega1 profile image79
                mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

                must we always be so serious?

              2. blondepoet profile image75
                blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

                me too

            2. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
              SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

              ha ha...shuckin' as they're truckin'?

  21. mega1 profile image79
    mega1posted 7 years ago

    I cannot write poetry on demand
    I have no genius at my command
    I cannot lie
    I just might die
    If anyone reads this.

    1. blondepoet profile image75
      blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Woo hoo go Megs....love it

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        ralwusposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        me too!

  22. blondepoet profile image75
    blondepoetposted 7 years ago

    The hubbers here are the best,
    They don't care that my hair is a mess,
    We giggle and burp,
    Gossip and slurp,
    And you guys know all the rest.

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    Brenda Durhamposted 7 years ago

    muck.
    The truck gets stuck in the muck.
    Or it runs over a duck.  Poor duck.
    Well good luck.

    And....I.... think that's my signal to exit the conversation!

    Hey, ralwus already had the right word.  Cool.

    1. dutchman1951 profile image60
      dutchman1951posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      A K-9 Officer named Charlie McGee
      would make rounds with his police dog Henery
      they never caught one thug
      they were slow as a slug
      cause they stopped at each Hydrant to Pea!

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    mega1posted 7 years ago

    there was way too much muck to get stuck in
    and the hens were all doing too much cluckin'
    so as soon as we could
    we put down some wood
    and stopped our rambunctious truckin'

    singing
    "take me home, country road
    to the place where I . . ."  huh?

    1. dutchman1951 profile image60
      dutchman1951posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      lol.... mega1....good one

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
    *******************
    /////////////////////////
    \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\;
    ++++++++++++
    ------------------------------
    $$$$$$$$$#########
    nothing like it
    huh?

    1. mega1 profile image79
      mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      oh, I agree!  like, totally!

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    when you can't write a pome

    just put down words like others do:
    "the Windy Bite of Winter's Song
    has gone by, the bikini fears no
    sand,
    the Boston Cream Flounders,
    the Stars and stripes envelope
    our dead's last sighs.

    Raven, Raven, where have you flown?
    the Oak tree drips her blood."

    that's the kind of stuff that wins
    contests.

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      mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      wind on the mountain
      wind on the sea
      wind that blows my true love
      because I won't

    2. dutchman1951 profile image60
      dutchman1951posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      I tried this and it works well, thanks

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    And what is her name? this wind?

    1. mega1 profile image79
      mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      they call that wind "Mariah"  - or that's what I heard!

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        ralwusposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        I just painted my new wagon too. Red.

        1. mega1 profile image79
          mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

          dude! that's way original even!  I feel like writing a song about it!  no seriously - like

          ♫♪♫♪I'm gonna get me a wagon
          gonna paint that wagon
          I'm gonna get me a wagon
          gonna paint it red♫♪♫♪

          how's that?

  28. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
    SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago

    ..okay...not a poet...but here's an attempt...

    lost in thought as day turns dark
    free me from the twinge of heart
    let me breath and see again
    free me from the pang within

    1. mega1 profile image79
      mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      MORE! MORE!

      **stamping feet on floor**

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    Whole heartedly agree.

  30. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
    SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago

    ...yea, but i did my 2 lines, right?...it takes alot to write poetry...doesn't come easy for me....i'll try a bit more.

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      SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      okay...i'm up to 4 lines now LOL!

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    goodnight all. It's been, er, poesy. had fun. big_smile

    1. lorlie6 profile image86
      lorlie6posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Sweet dreams, Charlie!

    2. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
      SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      nite ralwus...i was learning from u....thank u!

    3. mega1 profile image79
      mega1posted 7 years ago in reply to this

      sweet, sweet dreams and remember -
      while you're shuckin'
      keep on truckin'
      mega's gonna do some tuckin'!
      nighty-night

      1. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
        SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        LOL!  nite all!

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    zampanoposted 7 years ago

    Hi! I hope you slept well.

    good morning to you all good hubbers
    like firmament stars glowing here and there
    one at a time, loosing time laces
    raising from different hours, different places
    legion of virtual bodies dancing in the air
    wielding the mind sword that enrages, delights or ensobers
    celebrating another new day of words cyber's

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    Morning, well, I slept anyway. I need to find my bust of Phallus now.

    1. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
      SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      err????

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    I meant Pallus. hehe

    1. SomewayOuttaHere profile image60
      SomewayOuttaHereposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      ..either way, she can help!

  35. mega1 profile image79
    mega1posted 7 years ago

    I slept like a hummingbird
    my mind flitting about
    images and emotions scurrying round
    waking to check the clock
    tick tock

    worrying about the things I'd left undone
    my heart skipping and meandering
    down a different road
    where pirates and gypsies taunted me

    so glad the sun is shining now
    and Eric and Stevie play their guitars for me
    another long restless night gone by

  36. epigramman profile image73
    epigrammanposted 7 years ago

    I stink
    you blink
    we sink
    they wink!

    1. blondepoet profile image75
      blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      ROFL

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    logic,commonsenseposted 7 years ago

    I met a girl
    gave her a whirl
    she was a pearl
    she made my hair curl!

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    logic,commonsenseposted 7 years ago

    I met a poet,
    a blonde, don't you know it.
    a talent she could show it
    and never did blow it.

    1. blondepoet profile image75
      blondepoetposted 7 years ago in reply to this

      Oh you charm me with your lingo,
      How bout a game of bingo,
      Would you like to come for dinner,
      You'll leave my joint much thinner.
      We could dance beneath the moons rays,
      To the beat our bodies sway.

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        logic,commonsenseposted 7 years ago in reply to this

        I would love to come to dinner
        because I know you are a winner!
        No doubt you'd serve up a treat
        that would be more than sweet
        and leave me breathless as satiated sinner!

        1. blondepoet profile image75
          blondepoetposted 6 years ago in reply to this

          Oh you make me weak at the knees,
          You really are such a big tease,
          Come knock on my door,
          And I'll give you some more,
          And you won't even have to say please.

          http://i876.photobucket.com/albums/ab324/WhiteLotus_21/Quotes%20and%20Sayings/yesIdothankyouverymuchp.jpg

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            logic,commonsenseposted 6 years ago in reply to this

            Who needs underwear? smile

            I will knock on your door,
            cause you always leave me wanting more.
            I just can't get enough
            of your wonderful stuff,
            I just hope I don't make you sore!

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              WoodsmensPostposted 6 years ago in reply to this

              alt  delete

  39. Ipeoney profile image80
    Ipeoneyposted 7 years ago

    You're sad
    No credit card
    Then you'll never find out
    What was the pitch about

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    ralwusposted 7 years ago

    But now the hand of fate is on the line,
    and gives this scene to light.
    Far as my eye could reach no star did shine,
    Earth, clad in rumble, scorn'd the blackened night.
    No Owls, but ghostly souls of passage, entwine;
    No brook, as crystal smooth, as crystal clear,
    Was seen to ripple, or heard to babble here.

  41. DeadBeatPoet profile image54
    DeadBeatPoetposted 7 years ago

    Please choose the place on my tattooed body,
    where you want to leave your scar.
    The switch blade is sharpened up and rusting,
    soon you won't be too very far.

    Please choose a blank space,
    that i will see each and every day,
    once you make your mark on my face,
    you may find there is no reason to stay.

    Please forgive me now from there,
    for being a worthless dead beat poet,
    because that is what i truly only am,
    to prove it i have nothing to show for it.

    Please understand there are no friends around,
    they all left a long time ago,
    there is very little left but rhyme with no song,
    the only real word i ever hear often is no.

    Please see through the dark and gray to the empty space,
    try to get why lust to me is just another radical theory,
    everything is counter intuitive because i'm broken inside and out,just like extacy,  m, string and relativity.

    Please don't think i'm bragging,
    because that's not possible in my human race,
    the only feelings i'm capable of,
    are shame, fear, loathing and pitiful self -disgrace.

    Please don't think i'm being too forward,
    to me everything is imaginary until it's real,
    even then it's still mostly questionable,
    swallowing reality with a blue and red think pill.

    Please understand my  'i don't give a shit attitude'
    is really just a facade i put up bit by bit,
    it's meant to be just alluring enough to be attractive,
    yet still hide the fact that i really don't give a shit.

    Please make no sense because that's all i understand,
    if you are not here to hurt  why even show up,
    the truth is whatever you choose to believe at hand,
    i can't remember ever falling in love but often falling down.

  42. earnestshub profile image89
    earnestshubposted 7 years ago

    A good limerick is great fun
    You can pop out a few on the run
    I like mine to rhyme
    at least some of the time
    and enjoy them with raisins and rum.

  43. attemptedhumour profile image61
    attemptedhumourposted 6 years ago

    A handsome young athlete named Ned
    Was articulate, cool and well read
    His patter was witty
    And this may sound shitty
    But i'd like to drop a ton weigh on his head

    1. earnestshub profile image89
      earnestshubposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      This articulate young man named Ted
      that you want decidedly dead
      may be a good fellow
      a heart full of jellow
      Twas a terrible thing wot you said!

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    ralwusposted 6 years ago

    Gee thanks Earnest. With accolades to Lewis Carroll

  45. attemptedhumour profile image61
    attemptedhumourposted 6 years ago

    It's got nothing to do with you
    If Ned and i have a blue
    I'm merely suggesting
    That i am protesting
    Cause I'm at the back of the queue

    1. earnestshub profile image89
      earnestshubposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      I think that you are misconstruing
      Ned and you are always bluing
      You fought through the night
      to discover who's right
      about pretzels and how they need chewing.

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        ralwusposted 6 years ago in reply to this

        big_smile big_smile big_smile Good stuff both of ya's. Keep it up now.

        1. earnestshub profile image89
          earnestshubposted 6 years ago in reply to this

          Thanks mate! Keith is laying bricks about now. smile

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    logic,commonsenseposted 6 years ago

    In days of old
    when knights were bold
    and ladies weren't particular.
    they'd line them up against the wall
    and screw them perpendicular.

  47. anime_nanet profile image59
    anime_nanetposted 6 years ago

    People are angry
    people on hubpages
    i don't care
    and this doesnt rhyme as well,
    and I don't care about that
    eiher.

    1. prettydarkhorse profile image60
      prettydarkhorseposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      People come and go
      People who are bored
      And have nothing to do
      Just like you.

      Why don't you sing
      "Twinkle twinkle little star"
      And hope the star
      Will "twinkle" for you.

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      selrachposted 6 years ago in reply to this

      lol lol lol

  48. 2uesday profile image85
    2uesdayposted 6 years ago

    Shut up and write a poem.
    I hear what you say.

    On any given subject
    seems to be the way.

    The poetry is varied
    as the poets are too.

    Some speak in colorful language.
    Some write here to bo ho.

    OK that is my lot for now..
    I leave it for you to write on
      where, what, who and how...

  49. ahorseback profile image48
    ahorsebackposted 6 years ago

    There used to be honor among thieves
    and soo little time to cry.
    And now the thieves run the country
    and eveyone wonders why.

    And then along came the tea party
    and tore down the castle.
    Because the hubbers were all busy drinking
    coffee ...they didn't wan't the hassle.

    Seems strange to me but they renamed
    the congress the forum.
    They must have run out of coffee
    the tea could only bring boredom.

    Coffee anyone?

  50. Stevennix2001 profile image84
    Stevennix2001posted 6 years ago

    as i gazed upon her with affectionate eyes

    yearning to hold her in my arms

    the night was young and intense

    one that none of us shall soon forget

    as cold and brisk as the night autumn was,

    the intensity and heat was so much more

    as our passion for each other rose to unsurmountable levels,

    one thing was for sure,

    this would be a night that we would both remember fondly

    in our dreams for many nights to come.

 
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