The Survey Central Poetry Challenge

Helium balloon

Tied to my wrist
I unpick the knot
It slips over my fist
It floats, it soars
Tugged from my hand
Where will it go?
Where will it land?

That's my crappy attempt, I hope it spurs anyone on who thinks they are not good at poetry!

The next subject is...

Lemons

Poetry sucks
Only for ducks
Like biting into a lemon
Poetry ain't heaven

next - sunsets

Life hands me lemons
Make lemonade? WHY?
I'd much rather make
Lemon merengue pie!

next topic: The morning

me and cerealkiller's topics are opposites, sort of.

Since we tied for lemons, I'll do sunsets.

Oh how I love the sunset
the moon's coming up, the sky is clear
another night for dreaming my dear
just leave it to us and we'll take it from here
we'll take it away from here.

Topic is still morning for the next person

Morning is a time full of beeping
and cats meep-meeping for
petting and scratching.
My boyfriend is snoring
And my pleas he's ignoring
to stop his alarm--
Good god, that's annoying.

Next topic: shoes

my feet don't touch the ground
because I've got my shoes on
I float above the ground
not on a cloud, but rubber
my soul, my souls,
I have two, no three!

Next topic: Spring

This sounds fun, Can hardly wait to scroll down for my subject matter! Spring, huh... well, here goes

The spring on my car
ain't any more.
I drive over bumps,
my butt gets sore.

next topic will be...... Binoculars

I'm not poetic.

Dino used the Bino'
to see the far shore
but what a bore
to feel so sore
that the shore was no more.

next topics: ladybugs.

What pretty ladybugs in the sky
But one horrible day I saw one die
I looked around
And buried it in the ground
That ladybug was so cute
It's friend got stepped on by my boot
The ladybugs came back to life that day
And I felt so happy I had to say:
"I shall always remember the ladybugs that came alive"
The next day from a building I did dive
I was hoping that I too would come alive

The next topic: Puffy birds

Puffy birds

Puffy birds, puffy birds
What can be said in three minutes of words?
Not much.
An obsession of Ducklover36's
But I'd much rather write about
Soft, melted "Twixes".

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That was a struggle!

Next subject...

Chocolate

Chocolate...
oh, dark milk of sin that sooths my deepest pang of desire...
oh joy of lucious liquid silk on my tongue...
touch the pleasure center...
and make me feel the sweet satisfaction.

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Next subject:

Locusts

You entered my life
Like a plague of Locusts
Raping my emotions and my heart
With your selfish demands and your heart of stone.
Now I too am stone.



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Next Subject

Clowns

Clowns scare me
they always have
from when I was young
to where I am now

It's the round red noses
and the orange hair
their painted faces
and their big shoes!

Next subject; The Queen of England

God bless the Queen
For she's so keen
Take her to the Drunken Wale
Buy her a pint of ale

Sit around getting hammered
Until I can only stammer
She points & laughs at a bloke
Oh crap! I am that joke

Coffee

Java java java java java java java java
Since I had some coffee I talk as fast as lava
I have to pee every half an hour
At least I didn't devour the flour
How energetic I feel when I drink coffee
Please excuse me, I have to pee

Next Subject: George W. Bush

George W. Bush
is a man with no tush.
some say he ain't
they think he's a saint.
I disagree,
just between you and me,
I think he could use
some more cush on his tush
and a new piety!

Next subject: Lizzards

It doesn't take numerous wizards
To understand things about lizards
More legs than a snake
Skin smooth and opaque
And their insides are chock full of gizards

Next subject is BATS

Why do bats fly?
In such a scary manner
Fear stops everyone
From liking the bats
The neglected one of all the creatures
Yet an illusion stops us from liking the bats
Fear stops everyone

Next subject: Roses

Roses are red,
Sometimes they're yellow.
Anyway, whenever I see one,
I always say Hello.



Next topic is: murder

One day a man was walking home
When he got there someone had killed his daughter: Pome
He had to take revenge on the one person he thought did it
He thought that his friend: Jack did it
Jack had looked at his daughter with lust
He knew that he couldn't take him to trust
He went to Jack's house, but he wasn't there
He searched Jack's house everywhere
But he couldn't find the murderer
He had to hunt him down harder
One year goes by, and his life means nothing to him
He has to find Jack and kill him
On a subway station is where he found Jack
He stabbed him one-hundred times in the back
Then he took the knife and plunged it in himself
He would rather die then live with himself
It was tragic and sad
He should've let it go before it got bad
He should've thought it through before it got bad
Still, Jack shouldn't have done what he had did
It ended up in a mess because of that of what he did
The murder drove both of them insane.
Death will be they name of murder.

Next topic that isn't depressing: Michael Jackson

Here goes...

Is this about the girl that went away?
OK

I will shed a tear,
for you my dear,
and now that it's done,
from you....I must run!

Is this about your troubled romance? You must carry on!

Those are lyrics to an early Enya composition!

WARNING - POTENTIALLY VERY OFFENSIVE MICHAEL JACKSON POEM

Michael Jackson's Grilling


There came a day when Michael Jackson
Was interviewed by Jeremy Paxman:

"Do you share your bed with children?
Do you like to touch and feel them?"

"Why yes, I do" came the soft reply

"The real question then, is why?"

"Well Jeremy, (may I call you that?)
Let us pretend the child's a cat.
Now if I were to stroke and pet her
Would you call me pussy fudgeer"?

Steely Paxman did not blink
Barely even had to think

"Michael, that quite depends
On what happens to its rear end.

Now, let me ask you just once more,
What have you used those children for?"

"I wouldn't hurt a child, you know
They say I did, it isn't so.
All I did was fall in love
With the innocence of doves."

Listening to this sickly prose
Paxman stared at Michael's nose
Like an alien's, just not real...

"Is it sexual love you feel?"

Michael shuffled in his seat
Rubbed his chin and tapped his feet

"They make me horny" he confessed.
"The little ones, that I like best,
Weep for mommy when we play
In our secret special way."

"You sick bastard" Paxman said
And reached out for Michael's head.
He took his nose and tugged on it.
Off it came and to leave a pit.

And from the hole there came a moan
A frightful, mournful, tragic groan

"It isn't fair" bewailed the star
"I give them money, houses, cars.
I take them all across the map
And put up with all this crap.

All I want from them is this:
To show them what it was I missed.
Too busy with my top-ten hits,
I never got to be a kid."

Paxman shook his head in shock
What a lot of poppycock!

"Now, that really takes the piss.
You're the victim in all of this?"

"Yes I am" was the firm response
"Just want to be who I was once."

Anger welling, Paxman walked away,
Michael staring, heard him say:

"Some things can't be justified!"
Then unexpectedly, he cried.

"If you were me" said Michael then
"Could you control your love for them?"

"If I were you" Paxman replied
"Oh how I'd wish to God I'd died."

That's brilliant I love the last two lines especially.

Oh, and next subject is watercress soup

It's green and bubbly.
Mom, says, "eat it!"
I take a sip, yuck.
Mom hardens her stare.
Another sip. I grimace.
"What is watercress, anyway?"
Cleverly, I change the subject.
"It's good for you, now keep eating it."
Mom is implacable,
as usual.

next: Nintendo

You posted a poem titled "How do you spend your dash".

The author of this poem, Linda Ellis, contacted me explaining that her poem is copyrighted. You posted it without her permission. That was illegal, a violation of copyright law. Thus, I have deleted the comment you made that contained her poem. Please don't post copyrighted material on this web site again, especially anything that belongs to Linda Ellis.

I hope you don't get an email from Michael Jackson's lawyers next...

shh... I'm trying to be serious.

My lips are sealed

Our comments are all searchable?! Oh the fun I could have........

Don't worry, I won't.

Enya...songs so sweet and gentle. Have you heard Deora Ar Mo Chroí ? I cry, at times. Do you?

Nintendo

Up up a left down b
Mario Bowzer and Luigi
I'll never do a combo again
They cause my thumb too much pain

The next topic is: ceiling fans

it was posted on another site I go on as anonymous author

Is what about the girl who went away? Who is he girl who went away? What troubled romance? What planet are you on?!

It spun so fast
It flung me into the past
Please put it in reverse
Because I forgot my purse

Next one is toupes.

Toupes, what are toupes
It ryhmes with groupes
The next topic is: SCHOOL BELLS

They finally heard the exit bell
Ran outta class like bats outta Hell
Who is the one who tripped and fell?
for now, it's kind of hard to tell

Next topic: music lessons

I miss the mental Mr. Grimley
He ate too many apples and not so nimbly
Bashed the piano, and we still acted dimly;
We hadn't the genius of Mr. Grimley.

That's bloody awful.

Next subject: Geography lessons.