[Curtis Gale Weeks]

Angst

"To like or to be--
that is the question:
should metaphor
or simile
fill the white
and, so, highlight
poetic esprit
in prosaic congestion?"
he mused; then, swore.

[Roger Slater]

UNPUBLISHED POEM BY HAMLET

It turns out my uncle
murdered my Dad
and married my mother.
That's why I'm sad,

somewhat distrustful
and yes, sanctimonious.
Why, only yesterday
I killed Polonius,

my uncle's conspirator,
my girlfriend's father.
But now I'm left wondering
why I should bother

pushing Act Five
to its tragic conclusion
when my Dad's angry ghost
may have been an illusion?

[Curtis Gale Weeks]

Originally posted by Roger Slater:
UNPUBLISHED POEM BY HAMLET

Wily.

[Moxie Luv]

Originally posted by Roger Slater:
Another kind of poem I'd invite people to write would be new takes on old jokes. I wrote two so far. Children are the intended audience.

THE CHICKEN TALKS BACK

Human beings must be mad!
They must be bored and lonely.
There's so much to discuss and yet
they seem to want to only

talk about the street I crossed
and wonder what possessed me.
I guess it's better that they talk
about me than digest me.


THE FIREMAN TALKS BACK

I'm sick of people asking me
about my red suspenders.
For me the question tops the list
of conversation enders.

But if you want to guarantee
a conversation stopped,
just say I stuck my feet in flames
to see my corns get popped.

OMG!! LMAO you are just good!

[Melalope]

The real reason the spider drowned

Insy weensy spider went up the water spout,
was sick of listening to Miss Tuffet shout.
All he wanted was a little bite of whey
but Miss Tuffet was hysterical and so he couldn't stay.




[This message has been edited by Melalope (edited April 26, 2002).]

[Renate]

I spot planes,
And now I'm doing time,
My behaviour is unreasonable,
In Greece considered treasonable,
Is it a lesser crime if,
I spot trains?

It seems the cross-word puzzle,
Can get you in deep trouble,
Are those clues you are deciphering,
instructions from your gran's spy-ring?

[Melalope]

I'm sorry to say Renate, dear
the previous post is a bit unclear.
Would you perhaps be so kind
To explain, for the non-Aussie mind?

Was a joke intended,
Please don't be offended
That I don't understand,
Will you lend me a hand?

[Renate]

They came on vaction to the ancient nation,
to ogle the flying machines.
A hobby that started back in the old dart
but in Greece it had never been seen.
You write in your jotter, it is all quite proper,
the name and the number of planes.
Gran came along too, to admire the view,
and knock back a crossword or two.
Greece thought it quite shocking, this aeroplane spotting,
and promptly arrested the few,
Who fronted the judge, but he wouldn't budge,
the verdict was "guilty", gran too.
They're guilty of spying on aeroplanes flying,
in a public display.
Even their gran, who sat in the van and
did crossword puzzles all day.
I hope this explaining brings no more complaining,
I'm all out of rhyming, and now I'm caught whining,
I thought it amusing and not that confusing,
Now I'm not excusing so don't start abusing,
If you're a plane spotter, you may come-acropa-
lis, but that is your choice not mine.

[Melalope]

Renate,
Why thanks, but I must tell you
by painting the picture all too clear
you've given more than a clue,
and bruised my ego along with my ear.

I hope you won't get red in the face
a very merry joke it was, true
I was merely stating my case
and would like to see more writing from you..






[This message has been edited by Melalope (edited April 28, 2002).]

[Roger Slater]

THE NEGLECTED POET


Sometimes I feel I have something to say,
but nothing that earthshaking to bore you with.
So I dress it up in a clever way
of being said, apply some pith
or padding, and try passing off
mundane conclusions as bouncy songs.
But no one's fooled, and people scoff,
telling me verse like mine belongs
in the silent regions of some drawer
so readers won't be victimized
by mousy rhymes that try to roar
but are pathetically under-lionized.