Hello my fellow writers and poets.

I have not really made a decent contribution to this forum and I have spent 14 years writing the following poems.

14 long hard years. My publisher said they were really good and that he will get right back to me.

Ben is nick fury. (Yes I do know him, I don't write poems like this for strangers).
So remember guys, fourteen years.


Pie

Oh how I weep,
Chicken and Asparagus do not go,
yet they are mixed together and sold!
Where are thou Chicken and Asparagus?
Why is there no chicken pie solo?


Ode to Ben/nick fury

He may not be great,
at times he is simple.
He is not a good man,
but he is a man.
This is his ode, may his name be forgotten.


A Small Note

Emptiness,
Swirling all around.
The silence is heavy,
no Ben to fill it.
He hath died,
his organs harvested.


I hope you read these guys, I know I will have finally earned all of your love and respect once you have read such pieces or art.

There is no point in being modest.
I know my poetic abilities.

did u try that poetry .com contest ? i did

Very nice ED!

I haven't entered these babies into any competitions because I don't want to show off.

Very cool poems. I like pie the best

I do dig this, I do.

Oh Ed, you have once again touched me in that special place....the heart
Today is a great day to be nick fury indeed. I owe you a debt of gratitude my faithful companion, and one that cannot be paid back by any material goods....only by the purchase of matching bracelets

My New Poem.


When the wind blows, I don't care.
When the sea horn sounds, I don't care.
When my mother cries, I don't care.
When I cut too deep, I don't care.
When I am diseased, I don't care.
If I die, please care.
I am so alone,
such darkness.
Help kind stranger help.
This teenager angst is renewed, but I don't care.
Help me.
When I die, remember to care.
Care, remember to care.
When I have no hair, remember to care.
This is the end, cherish my life. Remember my hair.

Man, if I keep on churning out this gold I will be rich.
I already have publicisists on the phone.

Thanks for your support guys, I will remember you when I am famous and pretentious.
I will send you a meat basket.

Triple posting (I know I am so crazy):

The reason I have not used edit is because I wish to make it clear to everyone that these poems are jokes.

Now, I know someone will probably say 'oh really?!? My god what a suprise!!!!', but there are a few people out there who really thought I meant I cut myself.
I just want to assure you all that I don't.
Criticisers, you know there are people who would take these literally.

Thats a Chas'n'Dave rip off..! lol