A new poem that I wrote about poetry isn't that redundant


Oh poetry oh poetry
You take us such strange
Places
Worlds that never would exist
Without it
Like roads and woods and sailing
Ships
Of flowers grand and withering
Of all the rivers and
And peace and hunger no more
Of haiku and free verse rant
Of opinions most strong
Of the political sort
Good poetry
Bad poetry
It can be summed up
In one word
Expression abstract and otherwise

Blademaster member of team mongoose easily defeats two henchmen

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These would have been the greatest pirates BUT they got seasick

Thanks to jingle http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/ for the idea

Buccaneers on the high seas

my poems
In writing poetry there will be folks
Who believe your poems mean something more
Than they really do
Some believe that poems must have
Some sort of metaphorical meaning or
Some kind of deep profound and brilliant
Reason
I however do believe that poems are not
Like that.
They flow out onto paper wheather you
Like it or not.
People can say what I mean by my poems
Just don’t expect me to buy it.



here's a poem on poems and new add for tasty taco. What fun!

A news paper for 1890 coming soon to JP's Comic Stuff. Click on the picture to read

MLK JR

A man who worked for others

who fought hard for rights most simple
Who believed in man's equality and the
value of peace.
And though struck down before his time
He never lost sight of his noble goal
That even now bears fruit

Irony is: crashing into an ambulance

The old west

Two poems and a nice old school supervillian

Love and other stuff I should compose poems about but oddly never do
Oh the feelings of love heartbreak and total lack
Of creative angst
She was beautiful she was lovely
(Actually she was on my friend’s blog)
We were wonderful together
(We were never together)
Then she went with him
That one who stole the love of my life
(Yet another gross overstatement.)
I still remember her magenta flowing hair
(Or was that that dream with the cow and George Orwell)
Her oh wait did she ever exist
Or was she a dream a figment of
Abstract thought
Why do I waste my time writing of stuff like this
Or is this all a weird dream
Oooo a pig with wings

THE DUCK AND I
Oh you foolish duck why are you content to sit at the
The same old pond each day
Why don’t you go and see the world
The pyramids of Egypt The Parthenon of Greece
Hollywood New York city all for you to see
The whole wide world is open
Go little duck go
The duck looked to me
And I looked to him
Finally he spoke in a voice so very small
He asked a simple question
Why

My version of a campy 1950's style monster movie