markd

This thread should be taken out back and shot.

Bad Kitty

This is what passes for poetry these days? Yikes.

MrFrosty

Origin is the third and final book of the Manifest trilogy by Stephen Baxter.

Reading that will enable you to go professional.

Unlike reading this fucken thread tbh. N1.

KingLouie

I guess y'all can take me out back and shoot me with it, because I think the O.P.'s pretty cool.

So what planet you from, Twyll?

From the Jungles of Sector 9,

Kang Louie

Agnostic Theist

Fucking hell! Is this a poetry thread? Really? Alright, let's have a go

Here's a sparkler I call,

There's Meaning in the OP - You just can't see it

In fog alone I wonder
Old man in the night
Holds a branch, no fire
Come here, he cries
to the bright fire

It's here, he shrieks
But I see nothing
Am I blind?
Yes, you are, cries he
But only his light I do not see

As I flee from him
my eyes perceive true light
and as I see the sun again
the old man mocks me,
You're blind! Blind and a fool!
I see the light and I saw the dark

What can you see old man?
What you see is in your mind
You never saw that light of yours
You thought you saw, old man
But the world is real, ideas are not
So call me blind and see
what we always knew was never there


and now


A Man City fan in a pub full of Man U supporters

Bugger, cried I

Bugger, ouch now where's the door?!
As blows come reigning in
Scum! They cry, the fucking louts
Fuck off home, but it's my pub
Moron....to which I must concede

Blue and red makes purple, I learned
Bollocks, blue and red makes blood
And as the purple gushes from my nose
I groan and curse, damn, shite and far worse
But it's my own fault, I came in here

In this pub I made my stand,
like a man of honour
In retrospect a twat
Here I stood, now here I lie
Shielding my balls with a broken arm