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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: shadeaux on March 17, 2010, 10:48:41 PM
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CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Wed Mar-17-10 11:40 PM
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Night Street
smooth black
empty
dark
I am alone
gregorian
chant
in solitude
earth turning
over
I see
only darkness
© 2010 MLC
:lmao:
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Good lord.
What does that even mean? Is it about being a $10 hooker for Taverner or something?
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Very similar in style to this.
I bought an RC cola
some chips
walked past the grave
yard with
Mary on the
stone
tapped
on the
fence of
Uncle
I sat and
drank a beer
I stood to go
while Morley his
friend said no
I had a joint
and
a few swigs
of whiskey
and
wandered
home
past the
Virgin Mary Curious (http://www.thestraybranch.org/melindacochrane.htm)
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The proper response every time the CalPig passes a poem:
Don't get me wrong - her poetry isn't bad. It's awful. It's the kind of thing that would blind God if He had to read it. It's a collection of words that should be machine-gunned down, one by one, preferably out in the desert, with no witnesses, and a nice young girl who could be counted on to claim that she'd been shooting jackrabbits. It's so bad, mirrors crack if anyone looking into a mirror while thinking of one of CP's poems runs the risk of permanent scarring, even blindness, while thinking of it as he peers into the mirror.
Her poetry needs immolation. She needs to have all writing impletments and keyboards, paper, blank walls, toilet paper, paper towels, margins in newspapers, and even the blank part of framed works of art removed from her home until this idea that she's writing "poetry" passes. Maybe medication will help.
Awful poem sucking.
Suck, suck, suck, suck.
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looks up 'Vogon poetry'...
- Vogon poetry is now the fourth worst poetry in all the galaxy...
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ROSES
are red
VIOLETS
are blue
MONICA
she blew
C-PIG
U do 2
Needs more work...I know...still kindda half-ass sounds like a poem.
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Good lord.
What does that even mean?
Sounds like she paid a visit to the space between her ears.
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Ya'll mind if'n I try my hand at this here poetry thing?
Dark Street
bumpy kinda asphalt-ish color
vacant
pitchass black
ain't nobody here
burping
farting
in isolation
wino turning
over
can't see a ******* thing
stubbed my toe
ouch.
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Marshall, that there is some damn fine poetry. Perhaps you could copyright it!
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Marshall, that there is some damn fine poetry. Perhaps you could copyright it!
Naw, I ain't copied it, I righted it myself.
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There should be a required notice in the title line warning that a attempt at poetry by C-Peg is inside. :hammer:
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There should be a required notice in the title line warning that a attempt at poetry by C-Peg is inside. :hammer:
I'd go along with that. Sticky, perhaps?
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looks up 'Vogon poetry'...
- Vogon poetry is now the fourth worst poetry in all the galaxy...
You took the words right out of my .... er .... keyboard.
KC
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Ya'll mind if'n I try my hand at this here poetry thing?
Dark Street
bumpy kinda asphalt-ish color
vacant
pitchass black
ain't nobody here
burping
farting
in isolation
wino turning
over
can't see a ******* thing
stubbed my toe
ouch.
:lmao: @you and JohnnyReb both.
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Naw, I ain't copied it, I righted it myself.
Well, I'll be ding danged! Some mighty fine po-tree indeed.
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BWAHAHAHAHA !!!!!
I am DYING over here ! :lmao:
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In the morning
I sit perched
the yawning chasm
in porcelain embrace
straining to remember
Maybe the enchirito?
The habenero salsa?
a roaring whoosh
a thunderous vortice
my sin mocks
the cheap meal
the night before
it leaves me
but not peacefully
set against white
it clawed defiantly
refusing to yield
its spirit lingers
follows me anon
the dog hides
I am ashamed
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In the morning
I sit perched
the yawning chasm
in porcelain embrace
straining to remember
Maybe the enchirito?
The habenero salsa?
a roaring whoosh
a thunderous vortice
my sin mocks
the cheap meal
the night before
it leaves me
but not peacefully
set against white
it clawed defiantly
refusing to yield
its spirit lingers
follows me anon
the dog hides
I am ashamed
Then, you're not a DUmb****. Otherwise,
:clap: :clap: :clap:
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA This is one of the funniest threads I've read in a long time. LOL! Hell, I can hardly type.
KC
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The CalPig's poetry reminds me of that game the kids play where you put nouns, verbs, and adjectives into blanks in a story without being able to see the story. The results are sometimes hilarious, and always better than a bunch of random CalPig words.
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This is why humans invented paper shredders. You couldn't get rid of something that awfull fast enough.
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The CalPig's poetry reminds me of that game the kids play where you put nouns, verbs, and adjectives into blanks in a story without being able to see the story. The results are sometimes hilarious, and always better than a bunch of random CalPig words.
Mad-libs. Appropriate name isn't it?
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its spirit lingers
follows me anon
the dog hides
I am ashamed
Oh dear Lord! :rotf: :rotf: :rotf:
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In the morning
I sit perched
the yawning chasm
in porcelain embrace
straining to remember
Maybe the enchirito?
The habenero salsa?
a roaring whoosh
a thunderous vortice
my sin mocks
the cheap meal
the night before
it leaves me
but not peacefully
set against white
it clawed defiantly
refusing to yield
its spirit lingers
follows me anon
the dog hides
I am ashamed
Brilliant! Better than anything the Ms. Piggy of Poetry ever wrote. I can't believe she actually posts that crap. My chickens are more melodic when they're laying an egg.
Cindie
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Ya'll mind if'n I try my hand at this here poetry thing?
Dark Street
bumpy kinda asphalt-ish color
vacant
pitchass black
ain't nobody here
burping
farting
in isolation
wino turning
over
can't see a ******* thing
stubbed my toe
ouch.
I like yours better. No pseudo-intellectual filter on the meaning.
:cheersmate:
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The proper response every time the CalPig passes a poem:
Awful poem sucking.
Suck, suck, suck, suck.
:-)
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In the morning
I sit perched
the yawning chasm
in porcelain embrace
straining to remember
Maybe the enchirito?
The habenero salsa?
a roaring whoosh
a thunderous vortice
my sin mocks
the cheap meal
the night before
it leaves me
but not peacefully
set against white
it clawed defiantly
refusing to yield
its spirit lingers
follows me anon
the dog hides
I am ashamed
You brought TEARS to my eyes. Especially: "...the dog hides...I am ashamed"
bahahahahahaha
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Oh Dear Lord is right. Then, everybody had to quote it so it got reproduced 5X.
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The proper response every time the CalPig passes a poem:
Awful poem sucking.
Suck, suck, suck, suck.
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Naw, I ain't copied it, I righted it myself.
Ha, ha, ha! Good'in! After all, we're all knuckle draggin' RedNecks,and don't unnerstan' the ins, and outs of artistic expression!
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TLB sure had C-Peg pegged
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I read the DU poems
the stomach
begins to churn
glub, glub, glub, glub
I sense
the gallbladder
has gone
Cheetos gnawed down too
I sense a rising pressure
the knock is heavy
within
The Chocolate Starfish
burps, a melodic squealing sound
I have been reminded
It's DU donation time.
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I read the DU poems
the stomach
begins to churn
glub, glub, glub, glub
I sense
the gallbladder
has gone
Cheetos gnawed down too
I sense a rising pressure
the knock is heavy
within
The Chocolate Starfish
burps, a melodic squealing sound
I have been reminded
It's DU donation time.
Heh, heh, heh! Poet and didn't know it, huh? Sure beats the hell outa Piggy's!
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Night Stick
smooth black
hardened
cold
I am beaten
gurgling
blood
for poetic
crimes against
humanity.
I see
only darkness
© 2010 M.
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:rofl:
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:lmao:
STOP !!!!! :rotf:
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The wheels on the bus
they go round
and round
round and round.
These windows
taste funny.
Round and round
go the wheels.
Round
and round.
What a view
I have
from under
the bus.
Obama's bus.
Short bus.
It's crowded under here.
©®@ض§º?H
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DUmmies write and type
Drivel that no one will read
What a waste of space
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poems they are not
random words put together
burned out Christmas lights
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The wheels on the bus
they go round
and round
round and round.
These windows
taste funny.
Stop licking the windows!! Those helmets ALL should have facemasks.
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CaliforniaPeggy (1000+ posts) Wed Mar-17-10 11:40 PM
Original message
Night Street
smooth black
empty
dark
I am alone
gregorian
chant
in solitude
earth turning
over
I see
only darkness
© 2010 MLC
Day Night
Wind Calm
Trees normal
Grass but a green solitude
vagina mungie
boyfriend two penises
hair hanging harangued, white, stringy
mind: fecal-impregnated, growing
outlook grim, anticipating monthly 0Bama medical weed delivery
shaking-shivering-vibrating-nervous-jonesing-street drug life unto my psyche...
no-job, insolvent, status taxpayer owes me, kill the unborn
no choice but for Marx revival.
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Oh dear Lord! :rotf: :rotf: :rotf:
Sounds like he needs a toot fan. :rotf:
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:lmao:
You silly girl !
This thread is HILARIOUS !
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merge this thread with the popcorn one and we could charge admission
:popcorn:
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Some people are just wrong....
:rotf: :rotf: :rotf:
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Isolation, alone again.
Blizzard of cold and snow outside.
Inclosed in warmth with my dogs and cats.
Waiting for human company.
Books have been read.
No sign of anything living outside my window.
Storm stops, wind calms down.
Moon comes out in all its glory full and bright.
No sign of life still.
Then I spot a few small things that gladden my soul.
Dog TURDS in the moon light.