my attempt at a one minute poem

blueintheface

“Pour me another fucking shot” I yelled
I swore to everyone I knew I was ready
To get rid of everything on my mind
You know, end those abortive sorrows
And short-winded elations that seem
To prey on every man in the wake of his dreams
But I had yet to convince myself
I’m just drinking what they are selling


just a side note, this who have recently read The Great Gatsby or anyone familiar with its text might find some of this familar, but its been on my mind for the last couple days and especially during the minute i had to write this.

kdpjam

blueintheface wrote:

“Pour me another fucking shot” I yelled
I swore to everyone I knew I was ready
To get rid of everything on my mind
You know, end those abortive sorrows
And short-winded elations that seem
To prey on every man in the wake of his dreams
But I had yet to convince myself
I’m just drinking what they are selling


just a side note, this who have recently read The Great Gatsby or anyone familiar with its text might find some of this familar, but its been on my mind for the last couple days and especially during the minute i had to write this.

a minute? not too shabby at all!

ISN

trying to hope when everything's gravy
and all the people are driving me crazy
and trying to live in a vacuum of boredom
desperately clutching the keys to the kingdom
and doors....slamming in my dreams....
'you're free Joe....or so it seems.....!'

my one minute peom....

pearlmutt

i like that idea
the one minute poem
does it have to rhyme?
do I have the time
it's a poem of one
got to be a poem for fun.
I can do it

pearlmutt

ISN and Blue,

your poems are great. I just wanted to see what I could come up with under pressure (thank you David Bowie, thank you very much)

Mine was silly, but yours -- woo . . . hoo are great.

FinsburyParkCarrots

There was an old man from Sri Lanka
with an arse half the size of a tanker
and a nose twice as large
as a riverboat barge
and a face like a ferry, poor wanker

FinsburyParkCarrots

I will be the whirlpool that kills
the gruesome murk of stagnant
life forms thinking their mossy stink
a water garden permanence

shiftlesslayabout

Limericks in a minute? It can take me 3 hours to write a witty limerick!

FinsburyParkCarrots

shiftlesslayabout wrote:

Limericks in a minute? It can take me 3 hours to write a witty limerick!

So shiftlessly laying about -ah,
no fast inspiration will sprout-ah,
but if you drink stout
'til you give yourself gout
you'll have blarney abundant, no doubt-ah!

shiftlesslayabout

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

So shiftlessly laying about -ah,
no fast inspiration will sprout-ah,
but if you drink stout
'til you give yourself gout
you'll have blarney abundant, no doubt-ah!

A true gift!

Unfortunately, I don't think limericks sell anymore.... :(

FinsburyParkCarrots

shiftlesslayabout wrote:

A true gift!

Unfortunately, I don't think limericks sell anymore.... :(

There was a young lad called McGuire
Who knocked limericks off with true fire
till the day he got stuck
for a good rhyme with 'fuck'
on this song about pulling yer... no no I can't finish this one

kdpjam

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

There was a young lad called McGuire
Who knocked limericks off with true fire
till the day he got stuck
for a good rhyme with 'fuck'
on this song about pulling yer... no no I can't finish this one

.........

grooveamatic

Finsbury...I am properly impressed by your dirty limerick ability...well done!!!!

steppenwolf

she just brushed past,
simplicity in a sun skirt.
hey.
hi.

ISN

reminds me of summer and love and hope......and freckles.....of the nature of love.....and life.....because if you're depressed, you don't notice things like this......but I guess all my life, I've been happy.......so everything is pretty much an extension of those summers in Vancouver when I wore bikinis and flip-flops onto the bus.....and swam in the canyon with dragonflies and a life full of promise.....and that's what your peom reminds me of......the promise of happiness in life.....

FinsburyParkCarrots

There was a young lass called eye ess en
who once caught a cleric undressin'
and wearin' pink knickers:
"These randy old vicars:
To think it's them I'm confessin'"

:cool:

ISN

there was a young lady from Avon
who sometimes was seen quite a-ravin
she'd drink half her stomach
and yell out 'perfumick'
cos she thought that the others were craven

my one-minute limerick

FinsburyParkCarrots

ISN wrote:

there was a young lady from Avon
who sometimes was seen quite a-ravin
she'd drink half her stomach
and yell out 'perfumick'
cos she thought that the others were craven

my one-minute limerick

Marvellous. Stomach/perfumick: I couldn't top that.

ISN

perfumick!!!!!!

Nast

Suppose to try and sell a phone...
Reading this, thinking I'm alone...
Turned around and was shocked to see a kid...
Didn't think he'd ask but he did...
Went to answer and choked on his cologne...

Ali

blueintheface wrote:

“Pour me another fucking shot” I yelled
I swore to everyone I knew I was ready
To get rid of everything on my mind
You know, end those abortive sorrows
And short-winded elations that seem
To prey on every man in the wake of his dreams
But I had yet to convince myself
I’m just drinking what they are selling


just a side note, this who have recently read The Great Gatsby or anyone familiar with its text might find some of this familar, but its been on my mind for the last couple days and especially during the minute i had to write this.

I too...am just drinking what theyre selling.
But I prefer wine at home,or on a private beach.