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Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2020 8:19 am
by ertyu
unemployable wrote:
Fri Oct 23, 2020 4:46 pm
Two hundred forty
Years of USA progress
Give us THESE two guys?
the meter might work better if you subsituted "clowns" for "two guys". Jussayin

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2020 2:25 pm
by 7Wannabe5
Reduce the need to produce
Thousands of years
Measured in repayment of a borrowed pig
Be comfortable for now
With three percent

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2020 5:39 am
by Hristo Botev
Black oil
That forbidden fruit
Upon it the great mythology was built
A foundation with fissures
Growing wider by the day
As we get fatter and more comfortable
We are heated and cooled
We are satiated and entertained, and distracted
And sick
But technology will make us well; international cooperation
Sustainable(tm) and organic(tm) and natural(tm) and green(tm)

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Mon Oct 26, 2020 8:46 am
by Hristo Botev
Now, when I go to the bathroom at work:
I first mask up,
Because my breathing could kill others;
I must remember a 4-digit code to unlock the bathroom door,
To exclude those sleeping on the streets outside.
But all is well--this too shall pass and the myth shall continue evermore.

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2020 7:25 am
by Hristo Botev
Convenience over community
From the corner grocer and the neighborhood public house
To drive-thrus, and strip malls, and mega malls, and Big Box
Parasites all
Provisioners for the cocooned sheetrock palaces
Enter Amazon and ghost kitchens, to tear it all down
Leaving an apocalyptic asteroid belt in their wake

(Inspired by my morning podcast listen: ... -collapse/)

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2020 1:42 am
by BookLoverL
freeform poetry cause that's just how I roll


some say
I am cheap
and I agree with them
but I'm having more fun this way.

shame I have somehow
practically unemployable.

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2020 1:15 am
by unemployable
If only you had
Made that word your username
Before I took it.

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2020 7:56 am
by Hristo Botev
The Prophet Billy Strings

Watch It Fall

Well, it's not so easy now
Though it never was back then
We still can't seem to work this out
But you can still pretend
And these tattered walls and burning bridges
Quickly start to fall
How long until there's nothing left at all?

I've been to California, man
I've seen them city lights
Been stranded in the desert
Scorching days and freezing nights
And I'll never understand
Why people try to walk so tall
How long until there's nothing left at all?

Don't you love what you got used to?
When we used to feel so free
Won't you wait a while in silence, love
Watch it fall with me

Well, the old men said the great Big Apple's
Rotten to the core
With Wall Street skimming from the till
While no one minds the store
And how could someone get so low
In a building so damn tall?
How long until there's nothing left at all?

While chunks the size of Delaware
Are falling off the poles
Our heads are buried in the sand
Our leaders dug the hole
Like junkies hooked on fossil fuel
Headin' for withdrawal
How long until there's nothing left at all?

Don't you love what you got used to?
When we used to feel so free
Come and wait a while in silence, love
And watch it fall with me

Now the answers in our heads
To the questions that were asked
It boils up from underground
And leads us to the past
To a place that's long forgotten
When we had enough for all

How long until there's nothing left at all?

Don't you love what you got used to?
When we try to make our stand
The hourglass is growing empty now
Just to leave a pile of sand (watch it fall)

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2020 4:42 pm
by Hristo Botev
If I just had [___];
Well, then I'd be satisfied.
Ooh, wait, what is that?!?!

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2020 4:56 am
by Mae
Reading all these forum posts
My brain is breaking

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2020 12:57 pm
by nomadscientist

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2020 6:50 am
by Hristo Botev
Patagonia’s Black Friday poem:

We’re all screwed

So don’t tell us that

We can imagine a healthy future

Because the reality is

It’s too late to fix the climate crisis

And we don’t trust anyone who says

We need to demand a livable planet

Because we don’t have a choice

(Now read this bottom up)

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2020 7:07 am
by J_
no SAD
not sad
don't sit

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sat Dec 12, 2020 11:07 am
by Alphaville

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2021 8:24 am
by Hristo Botev
Well, not (Bad) at all; Kipling's If:

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Tue Feb 02, 2021 9:03 am
by J_

This morning-silence
with relentless snowing
makes me contemplate
but also active

wife on the go
furniture aside
loud music:
Paolo Conte

I do pilatus
on the rubber mat
to strengthen my
back and belly

I bent like a
do my yoga-squats
sling my kettle-bells…

what a joy to grow old
with suppleness

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sat Apr 24, 2021 3:23 pm
by shelob
I can never decline an invitation to write terrible poetry! Quickly posting before I can change my mind and stuff it back into my drawer :lol:

Stranger in a strange land

There’s a stranger in this crowd
Who appears like all the others, till he says
Let’s go elsewhere, this place is far too loud
So you follow, past the stores and to the public park
But your time is running short, you tell him you’ll part ways
Because ignoring the insects assaulting you is something you’ve never tried
You’ve brought no book, your library ID’s expired
And all this is very strange.
But you keep on watching, treeshade and birdsong welcome your stranger like a friend
And you sense he’s home, yet you’re lost inside a loud and lonely crowd
His words echo: This is a beginning, not an end.
You’ve heard enough, your lunch break’s over, you’ll do overtime to make it up.
This was kinda nice, your manager won’t care,
You’re in too much stress to contemplate that you are feeling stuck.
You gotta pay your share.
It’s what everyone does.
And if you hadn’t met this stranger in a crowd
You wouldn't be feeling this nagging sense of loss
After all, your house and boat are stuff of which you can be proud!
If only this place were not so loud…
You hold your course, you keep your aim
Every now and then, you ask in vain
What is my stranger doing now?
What is it that he knows but doesn’t show?
Time goes on, and the wisdom of the years informs you of the stranger’s gain.
It was time, time all along
And a place where he belongs.
So where is this stranger now?
Little do I know!
All I know is that it’s hard to be a stranger in a strange land
Surrounded by the looming edifices built by human hand.
Being normal is the only thing that’s harder still.
Don’t you agree? I’m sure you will.

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Sun Apr 25, 2021 12:50 pm
by Jean
It's hard to set goal
When only washing my ball
With snow makes me growl

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Mon Apr 26, 2021 2:51 am
by Quadalupe
stocks I have
flows I get
why is my understanding of WL7
still so bad

Re: (Bad) ERE Poetry

Posted: Fri May 14, 2021 11:07 am
by Jiimmy
Haven’t quit yet, but I wrote a bad poem about it a few weeks ago.

Please lend me your ear
for I've left my career
in the wasteland of the great basin
The freedom desired
has sped me towards FIRE
with consumption controlled to hasten

And to my delight
the future's feeling bright
but what will come next I don't yet know
It could be travel
or long hikes on gravel
or vagabonding with a banjo

Whatever is next
it is sure to perplex
those familiar as well as friendly
Alas i must go
i can't help but bestow
a counter standard to the spendy