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Small Stan
Posted: Sunday, November 27, 2016 12:57:11 PM

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Hi!

So. The same thing as the other games here. Someone gives a word or a couple of words to another guy, and that guy makes a poem, somehow related to this words. And then leaves a word or two for the second poet.
2 or 20 lines, serious or funny - it's all up to you.

The crazier or stranger subject you offer, the cooler.
Well, to whoever be the first here, your subject is green whale.

What do you think about it?
Audiendus
Posted: Sunday, November 27, 2016 10:23:59 PM
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Green whale

I thought I'd had experience
Of everything marine,
Until one day I saw a whale
Whose hue was garish green.
I searched in Wikipedia
For further information,
But found no reference to this
Anomalous cetacean.

I wondered if the animal
Was some genetic mutant,
Or if it was the victim of
A chemical pollutant.
Perhaps the fault was with my eyes,
Or was it mental illness?
And then the creature plunged, and left
An enigmatic stillness.


Next subject: Weeds
MalenaDavies
Posted: Sunday, November 27, 2016 10:33:33 PM

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Location: Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia
Audiendus wrote:
Green whale

I thought I'd had experience
Of everything marine,
Until one day I saw a whale
Whose hue was garish green.
I searched in Wikipedia
For further information,
But found no reference to this
Anomalous cetacean.

I wondered if the animal
Was some genetic mutant,
Or if it was the victim of
A chemical pollutant.
Perhaps the fault was with my eyes,
Or was it mental illness?
And then the creature plunged, and left
An enigmatic stillness.


Next subject: Weeds


Weeds for you my darling
to help you with your digestion
If weeds don't work
Lets get some intervention.

Next subject: Letters
Small Stan
Posted: Monday, November 28, 2016 3:33:10 AM

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Letters

The warrior rides on the horse through the mists,
And over the mountains and rivers;
He's strong, he's encouraged, he's clenching his fists,
He's showing his teeth (like do beavers).
He rides, and he rides, and he rides, and he rides.
He rides through the days and he rides through the nights.

And where does he go? I don't know, I can't tell.
But still he proceeds, on he pushes.
But look at him now! Oh, he doesn't seem well!
(Dismounted, he runs in the bushes).
'My lady!', he thinks, 'Thanks for every your letter'.
He sighs very deeply, but now he looks better.


Next: yogi's baby



Vinorusso
Posted: Monday, November 28, 2016 2:10:18 PM

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Location: Salisbury, England, United Kingdom
Yogi's baby sat by the fire
Watching the flames go ever higher.
His Daddy said don't sit so close
Or you'll go up like cinder toast.


Next - Pink balloons
Audiendus
Posted: Wednesday, November 30, 2016 6:29:28 PM
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Pink balloons

She didn't want a satin dress,
She didn't want a ring,
She only wanted pink balloons
On bits of coloured string.

She didn't want a flashy car,
She didn't want a man,
She only wanted pink balloons,
Not yellow, blue, or tan.

No other gift would satisfy
Her yearning heart, alas!
She only wanted pink balloons
Filled up with helium gas.

She didn't long for luxuries
To fill her inner void;
She only wanted pink balloons —
It would have baffled Freud.

Next: round windows
Audiendus
Posted: Tuesday, December 6, 2016 5:58:53 AM
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Round windows

Your eyes are like round windows
Through which I view your soul,
And you, in turn, can peer at me
And watch my thoughts unroll.
Though I perceive but dimly
The contents of your mind,
I do discern that love flies thence.
Forsooth, I am not blind!

Next: apple juice
Audiendus
Posted: Monday, December 19, 2016 8:14:28 PM
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Apple juice

Pure apple juice — refreshing, cool and clear —
Uplifts my spirit more than wine or beer.
It mitigates the body's summer heat,
And counteracts the winter sun's retreat.

Its sour-sweet taste is paralleled by Life,
Which through its course blends Happiness and Strife;
The wise cleave not to Ecstasy or Grief,
But float through Joy, Misfortune, and Relief.

Cheap, sugar-rich proprietary drinks
Appeal to unenlightened souls, methinks,
While concentrated alcoholic potions
Arouse pernicious intellectual notions.
Most tea and coffee's dull, though inoffensive;
The decent brands are better, but expensive.
Milk's for the young, from bottle or from breast —
For me, however, apple juice is best.

Next: Dark sea
Audiendus
Posted: Friday, January 20, 2017 7:23:04 PM
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Dark sea

The dark sea,
The shark sea,
The stark sea,
The imperious ocean,
A mysterious potion
Or lotion,
With mute regions
Where brute legions
In riot formations struggle,
And quiet crustaceans snuggle,
While all around resound
Subliminal screams
From hot abyssal streams.
Ah, the strife of life
Is rife,
But food and drink are free,
In the dark sea.

Next: Orchestra
Audiendus
Posted: Friday, May 25, 2018 9:58:08 AM
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Orchestra

The human race is varied in its styles and predilections,
And may be aptly likened to the four orchestral sections.
The brass are all those blowhards whose opinions, right or wrong,
Obliterate more reasoned views whose sound is not so strong.
The woodwind represents the dreamers, who may freely float,
But harmonize most often with the real world's solid note.
The strings are the conformists who perform essential work
In dull or repetitious tasks which other people shirk.
And as for the percussion - well, they permeate our life,
With sounds that range from discontent to rudeness, rage and strife.
Fate chooses how life's vast symphonic poem will unfold,
Deciding whether euphony or chaos shall take hold.

Next: Hope
jacobusmaximus
Posted: Friday, May 25, 2018 12:02:52 PM

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Hope.

Hope is oft times all we've got,
Sometimes it's wishful thinking.
But then again it may just be
What keeps us all from sinking.

Next - Faith.


I remember, therefore I am.
Audiendus
Posted: Friday, June 1, 2018 8:59:36 PM
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Faith

Faith is a consolation
For people in distress,
Whose pain and lamentation
Their copious prayers express.
But those who seek true knowledge
Abstain from such devotions
And spend hard years at college
To cultivate sound notions.

Next: Strong coffee
Audiendus
Posted: Sunday, June 24, 2018 8:12:42 PM
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Strong coffee

I love to drink strong coffee
When looming deadlines press,
To activate my thinking cells
And clear my mind of stress.

I love a rich espresso;
It gives a welcome shock,
And boosts my productivity
By curing writers' block.

I love to sniff dark coffee beans,
Which make me fresh and frisky;
Their wonderful aroma beats
The charms of wine and whisky.

I sample fine varieties
From all around the tropics;
I scarcely can be moved to talk
On any other topics.

Next: Fame
Drag0nspeaker
Posted: Sunday, June 24, 2018 8:54:43 PM

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Neurons: 179,636
Location: Livingston, Scotland, United Kingdom
Fame.

Do you really want fame?
Everyone knowing your name?
You can get no peace,
even from the police.

Next: Nobody there

Wyrd bið ful aræd - bull!
Hope123
Posted: Monday, June 25, 2018 12:10:59 AM

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Location: Burlington, Ontario, Canada
I looked out the window.
Nobody was there.
I'm sure I heard a car door slam,
But nobody's there.

Is that a knock upon the door?
No, nobody's there.
It's hard for me to understand
Why nobody's there.

It is that then I do recall
My friends and family too
And now I realize it's true
Nobody's there - when you're one hundred and two.

Next: purple and red

The past is to be respected/acknowledged, not worshipped. It is in our future we will find our greatness. Pierre Trudeau
jacobusmaximus
Posted: Monday, June 25, 2018 2:57:03 AM

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Purple and red
Are colours I dread
On my nose
Or my toes
For colours like those
Clearly just shows
My highs and my lows.

Next - Summertime.

I remember, therefore I am.
Hope123
Posted: Wednesday, June 27, 2018 5:47:18 PM

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Summertime and days of wine
With cheese and crackers too,
A dip in the pool
To finally get cool,
Then sit under shades of bamboo.

Next - computers

The past is to be respected/acknowledged, not worshipped. It is in our future we will find our greatness. Pierre Trudeau
Articulate Dreamer
Posted: Wednesday, June 27, 2018 11:49:27 PM

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Location: Bangalore, Karnataka, India
Computers

Oh how they've come to rule
Our lives at work, at home, at school.
Hooked to your smart phone,tab, PC orlappy
You forget you once could be happy
Without anyone of those.
But hidden are our woes
For very cunning are it's ways
To lead us into a maze;
Digital dope is pernicious
In a manner most surreptitious.

Next: Thoroughbreds

"...hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour"
Articulate Dreamer
Posted: Wednesday, June 27, 2018 11:52:06 PM

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Location: Bangalore, Karnataka, India
Small Stan wrote:
Hi!

So. The same thing as the other games here. Someone gives a word or a couple of words to another guy, and that guy makes a poem, somehow related to this words. And then leaves a word or two for the second poet.
2 or 20 lines, serious or funny - it's all up to you.

The crazier or stranger subject you offer, the cooler.
Well, to whoever be the first here, your subject is green whale.

What do you think about it?


Great game, Stan! Ta

"...hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour"
jacobusmaximus
Posted: Thursday, July 12, 2018 3:31:21 PM

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Thoroughbreds
Tho' rough, they are, well, bred
For stamina and speed
To be the best amongst their breed.
To run and run and win the race
To stay ahead and take first place.

Next - mongrels.




I remember, therefore I am.
Audiendus
Posted: Thursday, July 12, 2018 8:55:07 PM
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Location: London, England, United Kingdom
You just beat me to it! Anyway, here's the one I have done for thoroughbreds:

Rich owners purchase thoroughbreds
To win prestigious races,
Some better suited to the flat
And some to steeplechases.
Top European soccer clubs
Spend fortunes on great players;
The most successful tend to be
The very highest payers.
For victory in such pursuits
You need to buy real class,
Then round up all the ill-bred hacks
And put them out to grass.
Articulate Dreamer
Posted: Friday, July 27, 2018 12:41:20 AM

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MONGRELS

Faithful pooches so underrated,
Forgotten that too are God created.
Its an unfair world where they strive
To be recognised: but oh, do they thrive!


Next: SICKENINGLY SWEET

"...hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour"
jacobusmaximus
Posted: Friday, July 27, 2018 6:39:15 PM

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SICKENINGLY SWEET

It seems to me the current trend
'mongst young folk is to offend
By dressing most immodestly
With skirts too far above the knee.

Or shouting loud about their team
Using language it would seem
Intended to disturb and scare
Older people with gray hair.

How I long for days of old
When politeness was not held too bold
When hats were raised and smiles exchanged
Without fear of being thought deranged.

Next - POLITICIANS

I remember, therefore I am.
Audiendus
Posted: Monday, August 6, 2018 11:51:48 PM
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Location: London, England, United Kingdom
Politicians

Politicians on the Right,
With land or monetary might,
Who praise hard work, and wealth through merit,
Acquiesce when fools inherit.

Politicians on the Left,
Perhaps with large trade unions' heft,
Preach liberty - that is, until
Dissenters flout the People's will.

Politicians in the Centre
Lack firm views, but often enter
Ineffectual coalitions,
Gaining lucrative positions.

Lastly come the mavericks,
Whom anxious voters trust to fix
The errors of the mainstream jerks -
But this solution seldom works.

Next: Stony beach
jacobusmaximus
Posted: Monday, August 13, 2018 5:52:10 PM

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Pebbles to the left of us
Pebbles to the right,
Crunching underneath us
As we charge the Isle of Wight.

Don't look down boys, don't look down,
The beach is strewn with Chuckies
The size of half-a-crown -
Keep running for the pub, lads,
Keep running, that's the stuff
Head straight into the pub, lads,
You'll be stoned there soon enough.

NEXT - The Channel Tunnel.


I remember, therefore I am.
Audiendus
Posted: Tuesday, November 13, 2018 9:24:48 PM
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The Channel Tunnel

They might have built it many years ago
Had not our forebears faced a foreign foe
(It would have aided Bonaparte's advance
To Albion's border from imperial France).
But, as it was, the Channel lay unbored
When Bourbon domination was restored,
And later conflicts seemed to vindicate
The insularity of Britain's state.

The watershed of 1945
Changed everything, and once more brought alive
The thought of high-speed links by road and rail,
As economics started to prevail
Against the old concerns with sea defence -
A trend which now, with Hitler dead, made sense.

Some feared the impetus could yet be lost
Unless the benefits outweighed the cost,
But British stubbornness and Gallic pride
Gave way to firm resolve on either side;
The sums were tweaked by wide-eyed politicians,
And finally (with suitable conditions
To save the day if spending overran)
The formidable digging work began.

Despite false starts, the job is now complete;
We reap the fruits of that amazing feat.
Though not immune to mishaps and delays,
The Tunnel is a wonder of our days.

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