How bout a nice game of poetry tennis? Message Board

  • View author's info Author posted on Jul 06, 2005 00:04


    ok kids i am on this game kick lately. just trying to have a little fun here. this is a little more intellectually stimulating than the three word game. it am sure will be above most of you but good luck anyway. remember kiddies have fun! oh btw i never claimed to be a poet im just having fun here.
    rules: pick a topic to discuss. it can be played with two or more people. one person posts a few lines sort of like the beginning of a story or POEM then one person follows relating to the topic the earlier one picked. it is a lot like the three word game but obviously you get more than three words. However try to keep it to a brief paragraph. Keep things simple to start off with and then go crazy.
    i triple dog dare you to actually post something creative...
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  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 20:42



    LOOKATME2 write:
    Peggy had a little pig
    She kept it fat and plastered
    And when the price of pork went up
    She shot the little b a s t a r d

    Mary had a little lamb
    Her father shot it dead
    Now it goes to school with her
    Between two hunks of bread



    snickers....don't quit your day job ROTFLMFAO















    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
    All the kings horses
    And all the kings men
    Had scrambled eggs
    For breakfast again

    Hey diddle diddle the cat took a piddle
    All over the bedside clock
    The little dog laughed to see such fun
    Then died of electric shock

    Georgie Porgy Pudding Pie
    Kissed the girls and made them cry
    And when the boys cames out to play
    He kissed them too cause he was gay

    There was a little gir who had a little curl
    Right in the middle of her forehead
    When she was good, she was very good
    But when she was bad
    She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo, and a sports car

  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 19:56



    LOOKATME2 write:
    Peggy had a little pig
    She kept it fat and plastered
    And when the price of pork went up
    She shot the little b a s t a r d

    Mary had a little lamb
    Her father shot it dead
    Now it goes to school with her
    Between two hunks of bread

    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
    All the kings horses
    And all the kings men
    Had scrambled eggs
    For breakfast again

    Hey diddle diddle the cat took a piddle
    All over the bedside clock
    The little dog laughed to see such fun
    Then died of electric shock

    Georgie Porgy Pudding Pie
    Kissed the girls and made them cry
    And when the boys cames out to play
    He kissed them too cause he was gay

    There was a little gir who had a little curl
    Right in the middle of her forehead
    When she was good, she was very good
    But when she was bad
    She got a fur coat, jewels, a waterfront condo, and a sports car

    personally, I think its pretty funny,
    how about a rhyme about the Easter Bunny.
  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 13:41


    Slowly, the rain is coming to an end
    The sky is getting brighter, as it Welcomes the first rays of the morning light

    The subtle drops of rain fall gently upon my window sill, tapp tapp tapping away...
    I look closely and watch them dance.

    The sun, pushing it's way through the clouds is making the rain drops glitter and sparkle

    Isn't it lovely? I think to my self.
    I'd love to dance with the rain...lol.
  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 13:21


    Hello My Feline Friend,

    Sheesh now I forgot what was the last good thread, lol. Gotta go back again...lol

    It's all because of the piggy and the lamb butchering,
    poor little animals :(

    Now wherrre were we??? LOL
  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 09:03


    OK David you messed up the thread...now your gonna get in trouble too
  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 08:37



    Elle40 write:
    As I glance outside at the pouring rain, the sound of the delicate drops calm my soul.
    Inspiration strikes I leap up in delight and wander outside in the storm. The temperature is cool and the raindrops metriculate from the stormy sky.

    Dangit you are good!
    Im awaken and realize I have been sleep walking...my white gown is wet and sticking to my bre*asts, rain is dripping from my hair. I look up and see a flashlight coming toward me.
  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 08:34


    Awww you hurt my feelers...I bleed my heart into that over my baby :(
  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 07:19


    Do you ever think...
    Very late at night,
    when you lay on your pillow...
    And all people turnout their lights.

    Do you ever wish...
    There was a beating heart behind you
    A loving arm...
    Surrounding you in safety
  • View author's info posted on Jul 16, 2005 00:17


    cats the idea of poetry tennis (like 3 word) is to have a flow. Lets pick a topic and start over. How about a rainy afternoon we will start simply.

    As I glance outside at the pouring rain, the sound of the delicate drops calm my soul.
    Inspiration strikes I leap up in delight and wander outside in the storm. The temperature is cool and the raindrops metriculate from the stormy sky.

    Now Cats you continue about the rainy afternoon and tell me what happens next.
  • View author's info posted on Jul 10, 2005 09:17


    I wrote that poem to my 21 yr old daughter when she was 4yrs old...she and her lil sister had just got home from their summer visit w/their daddy...she was out front riding her big wheel...Id stepped in for a minute and this idiot backed over her w/his truck and boat-trailer
  • View author's info posted on Jul 10, 2005 09:15


    Dedicated to Mandy
    Thou felt so lost within thyself
    The day thou left and right sides
    were parted from thee
    At last
    The day had come
    When thou were to be reunited with thee
    Thou never knew one could feel so many
    emotions in one day
    Excitement
    Love
    Fear
    Fright
    Sorrow and grief
    For on to see, on thou loveth
    Crumbled like a dry leaf from they earth
    OH LORD OH FATHER IN OUR HEAVENS
    PLEASE HEAR OUR PRAYERS
    For if thee soul shall drift away
    Thou will wither away as well
    To see such a sight
    Was such a fright
    So many monstrous machines
    pervading thee glooming existence
    OH THY GIFTS
    Thy gifts
    They buried thee alive
    In thy bed of doom
    Some so loving
    Some so caring
    Some so stupid at such a time
    It took away thy breath
    Thy soul
    Thy appetite
    OH FATHER IN OUR HEAVENS
    Why have you aparted thee?
    Why?
    PLEASE HEAR OUR PRAYERS NATION WIDE
    At last
    Thou heard thee babe say
    Jesus, help thee feel better
    Within hours
    Thy will never forget saying
    Thy lord has heard our prayers
    At an instance
    Up came from that grave of gifts
    The most beautiful site thou will ever see
    OH LORD
    OH FATHER
    How do I thank thee?
    For now thou left and right sides may
    be reunited with thee
    Tonight and tomorrows night
    Thou will always see thee laying thre
    But
    Be ever so grateful
    Our Father in our Heavens
    Has heard thy prayers
  • View author's info posted on Jul 09, 2005 17:22


    the person you attract will be a reflection of who you are
    you may have hope, but not trust
    it takes trust to find love
    love is the merest look, the lightest touch.
    the thought almost too subtle to recall
    when love is deepest, words may be too much
  • View author's info posted on Jul 09, 2005 13:13



    Toonces write:

    Elle40 write:
    hey this is poetry tennis you are screwing up the flow...

    I sit here debating my life my purpose.
    The timimg the circumstances
    what it means what it means.

    please lighten up
    be more serene
    rhyming is hard
    don't be too mean

    [/quote_mssage)




    If ya'll would keep to the flow
    it would not aggravate me so
    poetry is about more than rhyming
    it tells a story with good timing
  • View author's info posted on Jul 09, 2005 08:57



    Elle40 write:
    hey this is poetry tennis you are screwing up the flow...

    I sit here debating my life my purpose.
    The timimg the circumstances
    what it means what it means.

    please lighten up
    be more serene
    rhyming is hard
    don't be too mean
  • View author's info posted on Jul 08, 2005 19:42


    hey this is poetry tennis you are screwing up the flow...

    I sit here debating my life my purpose.
    The timimg the circumstances
    what it means what it means.
  • View author's info posted on Jul 07, 2005 22:16



    Toonces write:
    think i'll write a book of romantic poetry. LOL



    You should my dear. And I will be your inspiration.

    Luv,
    Ed
  • View author's info posted on Jul 07, 2005 22:04


    think i'll write a book of romantic poetry. LOL
  • View author's info posted on Jul 07, 2005 21:17



    Toonces write:
    ]your muscles ripple under my velvet hands
    sensuous movements together as one
    we roll on the floor and dream of our plans
    I whisper sweetheart, you moan, oh hun,
    I rolled on a beer can, and it cut my buns
    I close my eyes as you li*ck me all over,
    I open them up and see its really Rover
    too bad you passed out from all of the booze
    the house trailer rocked all through the night
    sorry I have to break the bad news
    it was hurricane Ed oh what a sight
    he was ugly and schmugly and boy was he hairy
    I put a bag on his head so he wouldn?t be so scary
    he wasnt too bad, even tho he was small
    cause gettin somethin is better than nothin at all.



    OMG - that's hilarious! Too bad I don't drink though, LOL.
  • View author's info posted on Jul 07, 2005 19:41



    Your caresses, your long flowing tresses tracing cool trails through the pools of sweat and beer...ecstacy grows and drives me into the final throes of passion....

    your muscles ripple under my velvet hands
    sensuous movements together as one
    we roll on the floor and dream of our plans
    I whisper sweetheart, you moan, oh hun,
    I rolled on a beer can, and it cut my buns
    I close my eyes as you li*ck me all over,
    I open them up and see its really Rover
    too bad you passed out from all of the booze
    the house trailer rocked all through the night
    sorry I have to break the bad news
    it was hurricane Ed oh what a sight
    he was ugly and schmugly and boy was he hairy
    I put a bag on his head so he wouldn?t be so scary
    he wasnt too bad, even tho he was small
    cause gettin somethin is better than nothin at all.
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