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precious ~ a bad poem

Precious is a bad poem.
A very very bad poem.

Day and night, by candlelight
I’ve washed words right out of her mouth,
removed syllables, vowels and consonants
from her three eyes blind,
beat her silly with rhythm and rhyme
& broke her spirit
I've stripped her of syntax and (any) climax
and now she’s merely another tasteless
pulp of paper with no end in sight,

(Where oh, where  does a bad poem go? Is there
an afterlife?)

Ha!  She's coming back to haunt me.  HaHa!  And
now they're taking me away...

 


— Kailashana, Oct 22, 2009

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seabhac

seabhac

16 years 7 months ago

What a laugh

Oh dear but you have brightened my day with your precious Golum scribbles. What brings such joy from this is the ability to laugh at ourselves...I must look, I'm sure I have a whole heap of bad bad poem just dying to cause havoc. Thank you dearly for sharing Seabhac
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Ink Dragon

16 years 7 months ago

Anna,

this is a gorgeous nonsense poem. I feel like winking ;););) until my eyelashes fall off! Thanks, ~Nina
Seren

Seren

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Ma, I love this poem to

Dear Ma, I love this poem to inspire people to enter but I am actually already entering just working out which 'bad' poem I am going to enter I am serious what I enter will be tragic,and I thought I might have a chance since it was worst not best LMAO !! .. love and higgest bugs Jaughter x x x
hugo la rosa

hugo la rosa

16 years 7 months ago

Dear Kailashana:

This is really a fun and funny poem, and I like it very much, even though what was left of it was your naked laughter, lol. Thank you my dear friend, you've just made our day with your humor. Sincerely, Hugo
jabuu

jabuu

16 years 7 months ago

funny

its one that makes me laugh.thanks for sharing with us.
Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

16 years 7 months ago

A papier maché poem

A doll with a gender, doing its dance as a poem with Anna holding the strings you cake walk along singing your song while we jump and we sit we laugh and we spit out a rhyme that is thine oh how purely divine! Divine Anna of the chewed newspapers from your sister Ann with a papier maché brain. To the music of "Three blind mice, three blind mice, see how they run, see how they run, they all ran after the farmers wife, who cut off their head's with a carving knife, did you ever see such a thing in your life as three blind mice?
Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 7 months ago

Thanks all for reading my

Thanks all for reading my very bad, bad poem. Glad you had a chuckle or two. Hugs, ~A There are no strangers in Paradise.
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Idlemindwondering

16 years 7 months ago

OH those so too many

OH those so too many nights beating the hell out of something I should have just let die LMAO ken
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lyz

16 years 7 months ago

I liked it

This was a good poem, not bad, lol. I think you are so imaginative and Im loving it. Excellent. Love from Lyz. XX