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How bout a nice game of poetry tennis?
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Posted on Wed, 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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Posted on Sat, 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



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Posted on Sat, Jul 16, 2005 09:03

OK David you messed up the thread...now your gonna get in trouble too



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Posted on Sat, 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.



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Posted on Sat, Jul 16, 2005 08:34

Awww you hurt my feelers...I bleed my heart into that over my baby :(



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Posted on Sat, 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.



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Posted on Sun, 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



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Posted on Sun, 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



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Posted on Sat, 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

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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



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Posted on Fri, 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.



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Posted on Thu, Jul 07, 2005 10:56

he pops open his beer. i take it from his hand and spill it gently over his warm belly. then i lean over him and caress his belly gently lapping up the salty mixture of male sweat and bear.



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Posted on Thu, Jul 07, 2005 02:47


1LovinLife write:

TheCatsMeow65 write:
I yearn for my beloved, he lives so many miles away. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear.



Your feline body so warm and so near, your catsuit so puuurfectly black.... honey would ya grab me a beer, then reach 'round and scratch my back?

As I gave him his beer he layed across the floor on his belly and I sat on the small of his back...w/my claw ready for the scratching of his life.



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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 20:57


1LovinLife write:

Elle40 write:
ohh dayuuumm screw it i give up
i reviewed this thread and said what the fu**
it might not be intelligent
but was definatly stimulating...

OK Mandalay if you are so intelligent
you start a round of poetry tennis.



Nope...but then i never claimed to be a poet either.









aaahhh...so what's the problem- ya don't appreciate the subtleties of my poetic musings?



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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 19:42

ohh dayuuumm screw it i give up
i reviewed this thread and said what the fu**
it might not be intelligent
but was definatly stimulating...

OK Mandalay if you are so intelligent you start a round of poetry tennis.



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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 18:05

The girl from Nantucket
married a sugar-daddy
who sadly kicked the bucket
now on MM looking for toy teddy..



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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 17:44

Buckets of tears
collected from lonely women
drops of painful fears
wrung dry by ruthless men



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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 07:37

I yearn for my beloved, he lives so many miles away. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear.



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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 06:18

After reading these posts,
I have an ache in my head.
So with one click of the mouse,
I just change the thread.



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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 02:45

Yeah, this is intellectually stimulating!....LMAO

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Posted on Wed, Jul 06, 2005 00:42

His voice is music to my ears, I instantly feel a warm sensation coming from inbetween my thighs.



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