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Current Events => The DUmpster => Topic started by: IassaFTots on July 29, 2010, 08:47:05 AM
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It rhymes. I don't think this is going to go well.
Steerpike (1000+ posts) Thu Jul-29-10 09:27 AM
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Birds From Your Heart a poem by Steerpike
Birds from your Heart
by *MichaelOrtega
What secret leaves your heart?
The wings of passion fleeting pass...
Is it craft or is it art,
required to make love last?
Fatigue passes, leaves light faded
your hair lays softly over your eyes...
blinds your soul and leaves you jaded
unbinding long bound ties
If ever you look up to the skies
and talk to birds as they fly
forget all the tears and the lies
remember, love only works when you try...
There are quite a few more posted in the Lounge today.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=105x9447095
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Remember, DUmmies, Bad Poetry Day is August 18th!
:naughty:
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Remember, DUmmies, Bad Poetry Day is August 18th!
:naughty:
It's every day at the DUmp....they're practicing for Aug.18th.
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Birds from your Heart
Huh? This is just crap.
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Should this stuff be considered poetry, or should it be called "random words on a page"?
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Should this stuff be considered poetry, or should it be called "random words on a page"?
It should be called cruel and inhumane punishment. They need to do DUmmy poetry readings at Gitmo.
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Th wars would be over, and we'd be able to our citizens would be able to rest easy for the next decade knowing that our intelligence on terrorist threats would be increased ten fold.
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Should this stuff be considered poetry, or should it be called "random words on a page"?
I found a random sentence generator here (http://watchout4snakes.com/CreativityTools/RandomSentence/RandomSentence.aspx). I'll give it a try, and you tell me what you think:
Every disgust
flowers into his
crisp leaf.
A criminal staggers
inside a breeze.
The tunnel volunteers
the nominated greed
outside the refund.
The syndrome flowers
without a power.
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:lmao: That's excellent! DUmmy poetry without the work.
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A solicitor purges near the goodbye!
The due campaign barks
throughout the console.
Near an oriented poetry
responds the distant noise.
A ridden fluid takes the fool.
:rotf: This is quite entertaining. Thanks Hymn.
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A substance writes.
The acorn beams after a rod.
Can a notable whale the scaled muscle?
How can a precise extremist fish past the magic?
A dependence shames a charmed president.
The backbone responds.
Whatever economic board compliments a rail over the simplistic mill.
The copyright interview interprets a horde.
This random generator gave me a quasi political poem ! Awesome.
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Should this stuff be considered poetry, or should it be called "random words on a page"?
Infinite number of monkeys.
Infinite number of rooms.
Infinite number of typewriters.
DUmmy poetry...
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I crap better poetry than that.
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The daft incentive indexes the marginal crossroad.
An annual tutor shouts.
Why won't the troop poison the jelly?
Our query tasks the search.
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I hope you guys are copyrighting these.
Frank will probably be by shortly to snatch up some of our tomes for his next installment he mails off to the Watch Tower.
He is giving Calpig 85% of the profits off of her grunt sculptures. I should think to expect at least the same terms.
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The surprise injects his lip
A charter shows resistance in the shaken drug
How does the bust module skip the percentage?
A tremendous menu allocates her relationship.
Hey, I LIKE this poem. It's got sex, food and drugs. :-) Paying sex even, since we're talking percentages from the bust. :evillaugh:
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It should be called cruel and inhumane punishment. They need to do DUmmy poetry readings at Gitmo.
More effective than waterboarding, and DUmmies will object less.
Let the DUmmies read their own poetry to the prisoners, to actually see and smell them, will stop the jihadist movement dead in its tracks....
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What a great find the sentence generator was BattleHymn
A shouted skull reckons.
His model meets whatever sore jerk.
A clue sandwiches every continent symmetry.
Without the emerging leather attacks the turned diner.
On top of a mystic soap interferes the impractical author.
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Huh? This is just crap.
Turds from my butt.
Difference?
Na...