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The poet is just around the corner

Unveil the dormant poet that lies within you.
Come on under this title.
Tell us your poetry.
Short or long, epic or romantic, prose or verse, black or white, harsh or singsong, …
We listen to you.

30 comments - page 2

  • A new spicy one I’ve just got from the Old Witch of Limerick

    On the breasts of a barmaid in Sale
    Were tattooed the prices of ale,
    And on her behind
    For the sake of the blind,
    Was the same information in Braille.
  • Wizard

    Top hat
    Bits of papers
    A bit of all right
    A bit of a wizard

    As wizards and fairies are wandering around the forum those days, I thought that 4 lines would fit the best.
    (Ce haut de forme)
    (Ces bouts de papier)
    (Super chouette)
    (C'est un tantinet magicien(ne))
  • God bless you

    As blind as a mole
    As deaf as a post
    As thick as a brick
    Blessed are the poor in spirit
  • God bless you (Part 2)

    As bright as the light
    As fresh as a daisy
    As white as snow
    Blessed are the clean of heart
  • God bless her (extra part)

    As wise as Jemima
    As queen as Balurina
    As good a writer as Victoria
    Blessed is the Jellicle Silky

    Jemima, Balurina and Victoria featured in the musical Cats.
    3rd line - Silky writes in dancing with letters.
    Jellicle = dear little
  • A limerick by the Old Witch of Limerick

    There was an old fellow from Lyme
    Who married three wives at a time
    When asked,"Why the third?"
    He explained,"One's absurd
    And bigamy, sir, is a crime

    Lyme Park is a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa.
    The witch of Limerick writes limericks.
    A limerick is a 5 verses poem which deals with a person generally in sarcastic taste.
    It consists of five anapestic lines with the rhyme scheme aabba. The first, second, and fifth lines are trimeter, while the third and fourth are dimeter.
    We must consider here that the old witch didn't exactly break herself.
    An anapest rythm is 'short, short, long'.
    The fifth verse of her two former limericks were 3 strict anapests
    "To do what, and with which, and to whom."
    "Was the same information in Braille."
    Her today's poem takes some liberty with the limerick's canon.
    To know more visit her website <>
  • Keep your hair on!

    Bushy haired people hustle and bustle
    Till they drop arms and hair.
    Keep your hair on
    Or wear a wig.
  • Aug. 31, 2007
    It's a funky Friday.

    Mermaids are in the lurk
    Brian is complaining
    Horatio watching

    Mermaids are soon at work
    Brian in a flurry ...does keep on complaining
    Horatio much eager ...up and down is hopping

    Dick up!
    Good fuck?
    Nothing is less certain
    For both it is curtain

    Good luck? Bad luck?
    Wait and see what's coming up.
  • Coat
    by V.Feaver
    Sometimes I have wanted
    to throw you off
    like a heavy coat.

    Sometimes I have said
    you would not let me
    breathe or move.

    But now that I am free
    to choose light clothes
    or none at all

    I feel the cold
    and all the time I think
    how warm it used to be.
  • On this funky Friday
    Papers had a field day.
    Amazing breaking news
    Relieved from the blues.

    Bruno wrote a riddle
    Singing like a fiddle
    Without rhymes and reason
    A versification.

    The Bruno’s work of art
    Should work as a good dart
    To urge us to study
    His secret mystery.

    That paper read by Jones
    Should be carved in stones
    And be read out by all
    Who towards the aim crawl.

    Here is the master piece
    That we won’t never cease
    To tell again again
    Stuck onto our brain.

    < To those who’ve come to my rescue
    < On an island where we once flew
    < A clue I give to you grateful few
    < A puzzle on which you will chew
    < But solve this Riddle’s what you must do
    < If you want to increase your IQ….. (Bruno Delavigne quoted)

    The secret isn’t heard
    Behind pieces of word
    It’s in the word itself
    Display'd like on a shelf.

    Mighty is words, not deeds.
    All what a winner needs
    Is to give rhymes a turn
    And for poetry yearn.

    Not to be out of time
    Be a friend of the rhyme.
    Wealth is not possession
    It’s in nice expression.

    Do not dilly-dally
    But feel pretty nifty
    And tell us straight ahead
    What you plot in your head.

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