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[Helen of Annoy]

Oh, no, no, no, we’re not old!
Old is something worn out, weak
So though it may sound too bold  
I’d say we are at our peak

From the top there’s only the way down
Still it's not time yet at mirror to frown

Edited by Helen of Annoy, 28 January 2013 - 06:34 PM.

[Helen of Annoy]

Come on, people, it’s easy
And it doesn’t have to really rhyme
Follow my bad example
The way I waste my time

[Helen of Annoy]

Maybe it wasn't horrible enough
so you worry about the impression you'd make?
All right, let me show you how tough
self-inflicted embarrassment I can take


So I fed the birds today
Like I usually do
And not too far away
Like he usually does
Tomcat sat and I thought he’ll say:
Is tomorrow the glorious day
When the patient one
Who did nothing but obey
This fragile ceasefire
Obviously meant to fatten my prey
Can finally his catness display  


I dare you to write something worse
before I let this thread ride the hearse.

[schizoidwoman]

Helen you are born to thyme
To move this thread along
I wish I had the precious time
To turn your poetry to song


And THAT is precisely why I write prose, not poetry!

[Helen of Annoy]

Precious time, I know, I know
With each year that has run away  
The waists of our hourglasses grow

Too short for fun seems any day
Used to always expect the storm
To bright sky no attention we pay

And that happens in any literary form

[ouija ouija]

I want to copy Helen's last line
I can't do this without a lead
See! I'm just sitting here in decline
Clinging to a haiku 'reed'

[Helen of Annoy]

But this is easier, we’re free
No rigid structure, no fee
To pay in exact syllable change
Just hunt your thoughts at wide range
Speaking of which I think
In my own brain I found a kink

[schizoidwoman]

Helen you have upped the game
Six lines instead of four
As a poet I'll find no fame
But I'll post again, I'm sure!

[Helen of Annoy]

My posts, long like sausages
Seriously, don’t laugh just yet
Hoped to convey messages
They who find the sense lose bet

[ouija ouija]

Only you would rhyme 'sausage' with 'message'
And leave us in a stew
For actually, nothing else rhymes with 'sausage'
So I take off my hat to you!

[schizoidwoman]

Poems about sausages
And poems about stew
This thread is turning tasty
I could eat a cake or two!

[rrainn]

Hey-No pencils of mine are made of  salt-
    yet all my romances in this place where well wirtten-
    All my friends dine at lower tables-
    do ya know shakepeare , was clever.......Ah
    But then , all animals in the yard naw on rotten bones-


      just another porduction of ;  /     Screamin' windows & Barkin' Dogs



(copyrite
2013) Dover ink.

Edited by rrainn, 10 February 2013 - 12:02 AM.

[Helen of Annoy]

Every artist must be a little mad
With only one leg in the world of real  
For what you couldn’t grasp now don’t be sad
Only weight of time can break that seal

[schizoidwoman]

Sunday evening and the day
Has been nothing but sleet.
If I had put my wellies away
I would have had wet feet.

[Helen of Annoy]

Oh, snowplough, stinky and large
Through idyll thickening white
Will I ever see you barge
Or it’s me, my legs and spite?

Snowplough, nowhere to be seen
As it usually has been
Carry me then, my legs, go
as always, we’re to and fro