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A field of flowers, within a half-a day's hike of the pastry shop;
A storm approaches.
Rotting stench, skeletons piling high
Those that dwell under bridges gather for war
Sweaty, swarthy seas of blood-lusting ogres;
Island-dwellers running away to Oz
A flash of blades!
Churning chaos!
Men on white horses, armed with dictionaries ride
A murmur rises from the south through the natives,
a Chant: 'M F D! M F D! M F D!'
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It would be lovely if they set halfbakery poetry on the GCSE English syllabus. This is just what they'd be looking for. |
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The autoboner strikes again. Who in their right mind would bone a piece of poetry? Unless it was a bad piece, which this is certainly not. |
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Maybe someone who thinks poetry is not a 1/2baked idea... (I don't care about poetry one way or the other) |
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GTT considers all rhyme rubbish. |
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Actually I think the good Dr. Curry uses his voting as a filter mechanism, and therefore votes - on all songs / poems / stuff he doesn't want in his view. |
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The idea here was to try and emulate Nostradamus' rather obscure style of writing in attempting to predict lifeless or half-baked events, and thus start another anno thread of creative nonsense. Lifeless Prophecy might be a better title. Since there's no 'prophecy' category, I stuck it here. |
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Good poetry? Seriously? Nah, just obfuscated references and Yoda-speak. |
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In the third month, at sunrise, |
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the UnaBubba and the Robin meet on the battlefield. |
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The fatigued Moderator looks up to heaven |
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and sees halfbakers playing in the sun. |
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Century 10:Quatrain7
The great conflict that they are preparing for Nancy,
The Macedonian will say I subjugate all:
The British Isle in anxiety over wine and salt,
Philip two Metz will not hold for long
C10:Q16
Happy in the realm of France, happy in life,
Ignorant of blood, death, fury and plunder:
For a flattering name he will be envied,
A concealed King, too much faith in the kitchen. |
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I'm not exactly a poet, so don't blame me. Any piece of poetry that I know I could never write gets my vote. |
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That the halfbakery has a category for something doesn't mean that that thing is welcome; just that it exists in such abundance that it could be conveniently grouped. Personally, I have a very low tolerance for most of the social, self-referential chatter in Halfbakery:*. |
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// I have a very low tolerance for most of the self-referential chatter in Halfbakery:*. // |
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Really... didn't know that. |
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