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Yufster
02-10-2004, 09:06 PM
My sister needs help. By tomorrow morning she needs a poem. It has to be four verses, four lines each, it has to rhyme, and it has to be about love. It has to be original...ish.

So here's a fun game. You guys think up a poem (Orca and Alia are good at this!) and I'll get it in the morning, when I wake up!

I'm gonna like this game. Okay, here's some stuff you might wanna know;


Her Teachers Name is Mr Lonegan.


Ha ha ha!

Jedi-Monkey
02-10-2004, 09:18 PM
First you need the planet earth beneath your feet, you couldnt live for long without that,
Then you need the air, oxygen to breathe, you couldnt live 5 minutes without that,
Then you need the water, the icy cold water, you couldnt live too long without that,
And you need the love, you need the love, you need the love and thats a fact.

Orca Wail
02-10-2004, 09:27 PM
Originally posted by Yufster
So here's a fun game. You guys think up a poem (Orca and Alia are good at this!)

*blinks at screen* whaa...?

What is Love? Why...
Love is the thing that makes babies,
Love is the thing that makes panties fly,
Love is the thing that makes people do dumb sttufff...

Love is the thing that causes *censor*
Love is the thing that is done in a drive-in,
Love is the thing that is not at an ellection,
Love is the thing that goes wheeeeeee!

Love is the thing that makes birdies go "Braaak!"
Love is the thing that is on Discovery Chanel,
Love is the thing that......

at this moment, the poet said "Aw, screw." and stopped. We may never see the end...

:dozey: meh. its a good start...

Das Mole
02-11-2004, 01:19 AM
here's a nice little poem for your sister...

once upon a time
i had to write a rhyme
about the topic love
while i was wearing gloves

so here's the rhyme i wrote
you'll probably want to choke
after reading this stupid poem
while sitting in your home

love is really great
kinda like fish bait
actually not really
it's no better than a wheelie

love really bites
just like flying kites
so that's the rhyme
oops! i'm out of time!

i know. it was amazing. now everyone snap your fingers.

Ernil
02-11-2004, 01:23 AM
Roses are Blue
Violets are Red
We're coming aboard
Prepare to eat lead







Amen

ptdc
02-11-2004, 01:29 AM
A dove,
From above,
Smell,
The glove.

Something about love.

Alien426
02-11-2004, 06:06 AM
How about...

hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate

hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate

hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate

hate hate hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate
hate love hate hate hate
hate hate hate hate hate

Her teacher'll think she's a fricken genious.

Mr Flibble
02-11-2004, 06:45 PM
Idiots.Idiots.Idiots.Idiots.


Yuf, tell your sis to do what I do when I need to write a poem.

1) Go to the school library before class.

2)Find an obscure poetry book that hasn't been checked out for years.

3) Find a poem that is 4 verses with 4 lines each.

4)Copy.

5) (You get detention and repeated work for unsatisfactory work)

6) Go back to the Library.

7) Rinse and repeat, until Miss Loner likes the poem and stops giving you DT.

THE END.





Wasn't it beautiful?

Yufster
02-11-2004, 09:06 PM
Detention? What kind of nazi school do you go to!?

Guybrush122
02-11-2004, 10:19 PM
No detention? WHERE DO I SIGN???

Skinkie
02-12-2004, 03:13 AM
In my school if you pull something like that it's called plagerism and they press charges. Fun.

Guybrush122
02-13-2004, 09:21 PM
Technicalities. All technicalities.

Mr Flibble
02-13-2004, 11:13 PM
The trick is to use a lesser known poet. Someone NO-ONE has heard of. I'm talkin' back of the shelf, blow off the dust.
To avoid plaugerism, but tiny quotation marks at the start and end. Works for me.


Nazi school? Close, but no cigar.
I go to a Catholic school [oh, that explains it] but I'm not actually a Catholic. It just happens to be behind my house. We share a fence. Same postcode.

Its handy. Who else can sleep in until 9am EVERY schoolday.

[Don't start 'til 9:30, but be there by :20.]

And yes, I still manage to be late every morning.

Guybrush122
02-14-2004, 12:13 AM
Originally posted by Mr Flibble
...To avoid plaugerism...

Plaugerism? Oh, you mean plaguerism, of course! The act causing boils and/or falling frogs.

Mr Flibble
02-14-2004, 03:43 PM
Technicalities, all technicalities.

Guybrush122
02-14-2004, 04:01 PM
Guess I walked right into that one, didn't I?

:p

Mr Flibble
02-14-2004, 04:29 PM
You know it.

Magrat
02-20-2004, 08:31 PM
One life upon another gently laid
Whilst all around are mourning for the loss -
But those within the deadly sighing shade
Of Love are racing for the cross

Of everlasting bands to fix them round
And hold each other to the bitter end.
I cannot ask you to be chained and bound
Nor half-reveal the truth they had to bend

To forge the iron knots around our hearts
And break the mould of stubborn willfulness.
I turn to go, yet turning cannot part
With these four wall without a distant kiss

Of lips upon a word, a line, a page
To send across a void of nothingness
In hopes that it will reach you in our cage
Of nothing more that once was something less.



10 minutes. Sufficient to bull**** meaning.

Yufster
02-20-2004, 10:26 PM
Woah woah, woah, wait! Where did you get that from!?

That's awesome!

Magrat
02-21-2004, 01:03 AM
I've been reading Beckett, Sartre, the Existentialists, the Surrealists and the Dadaists all day in preparation for a portfolio essay for my degree in english lit. I needed an outlet for the nothingness of being :D Feel free to use it, there's plenty more nonsense where that came from.

Ernil
02-21-2004, 05:43 AM
Eyelids closed, the shivring body freezing,
Searching for some love to keep him alive
He runs over the past, while remembring
All of the ladies for which he had strived
Recalling the love that he was given
He became aware of a certain flaw
Never got lovin’ from any women
Just because he’s without a lower jaw
So desperate and dying, feeling left out
He caught the eye of nearby passing rat
“Finally! Love!” The hobo did then shout
“Yes, I’ll receive your love” rat then did chat
So they made love under the sweet moonlight
A great relationship they did ignite





5 minutes with the brain totally shut down, and look at the results!

Guybrush122
02-21-2004, 06:31 AM
No one beats Shakespeare:

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied patience with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
If I might teach thee wit, better it were,
Though not to love, yet, love, to tell me so;
As testy sick men, when their deaths be near,
No news but health from their physicians know;
For if I should despair, I should grow mad,
And in my madness might speak ill of thee:
Now this ill-wresting world is grown so bad,
Mad slanderers by mad ears believed be,
That I may not be so, nor thou belied,
Bear thine eyes straight, though thy proud heart go wide.

--Sonnet 140

Joshi
02-21-2004, 02:16 PM
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