Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month. I know my poor organization and planning skills are now burdening you with the extra pressure.

Topic 2: Write a poem about a favorite cartoon/cartoon character
Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

Questions?

The Ghost Who Walks will set the world to rights.
He hunts a pirate foe; for truth he fights
from deep Bangallan jungle, he defends
the world. He's aided by his woodland friends
who never pick on him for wearing tights.

His ancestors were sailors, ninjas, knights --
among the pygmies he reached lofty heights.
No phony superhero myth transcends
the Ghost Who Walks.

Among the evildoers, he excites
a dread of this immortal who ignites
the loins of women everywhere and sends
men ring-collecting. Oh, who comprehends
this purple-panted man of masked delights:
the Ghost Who Walks.

(04-03-2013, 09:21 AM)Leanne Wrote:  The Ghost Who Walks will set the world to rights.
He hunts a pirate foe; for truth he fights
from deep Bangallan jungle, he defends
the world. He's aided by his woodland friends
who never pick on him for wearing tights.

His ancestors were sailors, ninjas, knights --
among the pygmies he reached lofty heights.
No phony superhero myth transcends
the Ghost Who Walks.

Among the evildoers, he excites
a dread of this immortal who ignites
the loins of women everywhere and sends
men ring-collecting. Oh, who comprehends
this purple-panted man of masked delights:
the Ghost Who Walks.

so ye be rondeauing now are ye?

(well done)

Thomas the train so proud and blue
who will he save, what will he do?
he flies on tracks through hill and vale
and huffing, puffing, brings our mail
The station master cracks a smile
as Thomas chugs through every mile
oh fuck, a mishap one per show
no need to worry tom will go
he'll get there quick he'll huff and puff
and pretty soon he'll do his stuff

I just can't help thinking about "Thomas was worn out after a hard day's shunting"... he's the most reliable train in Britain though.

can you see Dora children?
Yes, we know Dora's a slut johnny
just watch the television.
Yes Albert, Dora does wear knickers.
No, not the crotchless kind.
Yes Cynthia, Dora does like playing with her monkey.
What, you've seen your dad play with your mum's monkey?
Calm down children.
Now who can tell me
how many beans has Dora collected?
Of course Dora can tell me jack.
No we can't watch wonderpets Anthony
we're discussing Dora.

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(04-03-2013, 09:33 AM)Leanne Wrote:  I just can't help thinking about "Thomas was worn out after a hard day's shunting"... he's the most reliable train in Britain though.

he's a little shunt

The Existential Crisis of Norville "Shaggy" Rogers

Life isn't a mystery to solve;
It's an appetite to fill.
You see a cheese and pickle pizza
covered in Scooby snacks,
and mistake it for metaphor.
I don't eat for hunger,
not since the galloping ghost
I pulled off his mask, felt the rubber seam
against his neck and wondered:
if I have a seam, and why Fred wears an ascot.
When I am holding a chicken leg
my hand cannot stray. Perhaps,
I have gotten away with it.

Well, here you go. Sorry?

Seriously, who knew I'd have trouble writing about a cartoon?

You older folks might not know who this is. Get with it!


Pour a drink:
Gulp!
“Hey, a hooker!”
“Here’s my gun!”
I’m pushing rope.
Her cooch is shaking.
Pam’s ass is bacon,
best I’ve had.
“No! Mother’s cooch!”
My sides are quakin’:
“Man hands,
hold my gun!”
“Gin” “Rum”
Whichever
will make me numb.
My suits are tailored
by butler, trippin’ balls,
while daddy
may have died by fork.
“Where’s my gun?”
“Rum!”
Barry banged my girl,
and mother calls me Duchess!

yes mikey i don't know who it is

(04-03-2013, 12:14 PM)billy Wrote:  yes mikey i don't know who it is

You're missing out, billy. Damn funny shit.

we are about to launch--
Marineville, battle stations are being called
anything can happen in the next half hour
Phones may even pull his Zipper up
and stop wanting to do Marina,
She of the fishy fanny knew,
I loved her, pot tits and floppy tail.
Troy was a tempest but i was a hurricane.
She smiled a pale smile at me but swung off him
his protruding jawline coupled with that snaky fuckin' grin,
he was using her belly as a lodger and wanted me to know.
Loading torpedoe...i'll be ba......

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(04-03-2013, 12:40 PM)NakedBear Wrote:  

(04-03-2013, 12:14 PM)billy Wrote:  yes mikey i don't know who it is

You're missing out, billy. Damn funny shit.

i'll catch it on youtube

---

just watched some and it's as funny as anything else on the box, i'll be watching more of it

(04-03-2013, 12:53 PM)billy Wrote:  we are about to launch--...pull his Zipper up
and stop wanting to do Marina,
... pot tits and floppy tail...swung off him...
using her belly as a lodger and wanted me to know.

'Twas a bit before my time, true. But you make it sound titillating!

Mikey.

I choose you, my taffy yellow rodent. I adore
the static spark that shocks your cheeks. But more
than just a friend, you win! Before our poor
opponent trainers get a peek at you
and set their little pets the match is through.
That twin-prong sizzle bolt has set the score.

Is it those whipping tendrils that you store
that make your Venus Fly-back bulbous or
a thousand razor leaves or sleeping spore?
Either way, of all the Pokémon that ever grew
I choose you.

When burst from balls on dragon’s wings you soar;
opponents cower from your flaming roar.
Pin wheel Forest smolders where you flew;
the char is hard, the rocks are molten goo.
The bravest foes all throw the match before
I choose you!

(04-03-2013, 09:28 AM)milo Wrote:  

(04-03-2013, 09:21 AM)Leanne Wrote:  The Ghost Who Walks will set the world to rights.
He hunts a pirate foe; for truth he fights
from deep Bangallan jungle, he defends
the world. He's aided by his woodland friends
who never pick on him for wearing tights.

His ancestors were sailors, ninjas, knights --
among the pygmies he reached lofty heights.
No phony superhero myth transcends
the Ghost Who Walks.

Among the evildoers, he excites
a dread of this immortal who ignites
the loins of women everywhere and sends
men ring-collecting. Oh, who comprehends
this purple-panted man of masked delights:
the Ghost Who Walks.

so ye be rondeauing now are ye?

(well done)

He's aided by his woodland friends
who never pick on him for wearing tights.

precious

Here's mine -

Alice - the Dreamer

Beyond reason, whatever the season,
she weaves and spins a wonder-web.
She loosens the horses of her mind
and lets them run, no martingale.

She falls and falls in the nether deep,
she grows and shrinks and swims with mice
in a pool of tears by her streaming eyes.
She meets queer folk in queerer lands.

She makes the eccentric seem alright
the blue caterpillar who smokes a pipe.
stretched on a mushroom,looks pretty wise,
puffs his cheeks and gives advice.

The ever-late bunny with a pocket-watch,
Tweedle-Dee-Dum play goofy pranks,
the chaos, commotions, hustle and hum
'Off with their heads' says the Queen of Hearts.

She trusts her chimera when she's lost,
the six things possible fore breakfast.
She slays the jubjub Jabberwock
then wakes up from her twilight nap.

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And one more... this character is everyone's favorite, regardless the age

Jerry - the mouse

Oh he loves cheese,
and he loves chase
and beats poor Tom
since the Elder days.

Oh he's so cute
and he's so smart,
never missed a chance
to tear Tom apart.

He dwells in a hole
and sleeps not sound,
he wakes with a start
on the slightest sound.

Oh he's the brat,
the Puck in the house
but Tom won't live
sans Jerry- the mouse.

Doraemon
Daydreams are fluffy, like clouds.
They are blue, for daydreams never rain.

Sort of resemble cats, just wandering around
and everything turns out right.
Cats without ears, though,
because they’re deaf to outside noises.

Daydreams help even the biggest failure
turn into a hero.

People will look past your flaws,
and focus on your strengths.
Past screw ups can be fixed,
and you’ll marry whoever you want.

But daydreams are full of holes,
totally unrealistic.
Suspension of disbelief remains a tall order,
and so they remain where they are, forever.

This is pure rubbish...but i just wanted to get something down on paper after a crap day. Oh well try again tommorow.

Beep Beep!
No road runners here, just road rage.
Narration off the page, words of sage
advise to chide or up the tempo
and mark the race at every stage.

“And they’re off!
Dick Dastardly and Mutley are storming past…
The Creepy coupe is yet to start.
But wait…
What’s got our Glamour Gall so revved up?
Has Peter Perfect turbo charged our Pretty Penny’s Pussycat?
No..! It’s just a little extra legging from Ring-a-Ding.
But he’s been shunted by Rufus Ruffcut,
Who looks to claim the bounty…
Or should I say bootie...which is all he’s left holding
As our gorgeous glamour gall puts her foot down”.

Meanwhile, the Dastardly Duo
is setting up a sideshow fiasco.
A honey pot and a boulder drop.
Just to cause some racing agro.

The Chuggabug is in the bait box,
Professor Pat has clocked their lot,
And lets fly a hive of bees.
Pricked Dick has been out foxed.

It’s Peter Perfect who picks a peck
of prize this week. Dick is peeked!
Drat…Drat…and double drat!
Same time, same place next week.

(04-03-2013, 09:33 AM)Leanne Wrote:  I just can't help thinking about "Thomas was worn out after a hard day's shunting"... he's the most reliable train in Britain though.

That kind of implies there's another reliable train in Britain...


What do you want to do tonight?
Oh, try to take over the world!
That would take quite a lot of might...
What do you want to do tonight?
The world, Pinky, that's black and white
"Do you not understand!", he wailed
What do you want to do tonight?
Oh, try to take over the world!

It was only a matter time... there's always a queue for the triolet...

and milo, your puns are atrocious -- by which I mean, of course, that they're terrific

(04-04-2013, 07:01 AM)UnicornRainbowCake Wrote:  

(04-03-2013, 09:33 AM)Leanne Wrote:  I just can't help thinking about "Thomas was worn out after a hard day's shunting"... he's the most reliable train in Britain though.

That kind of implies there's another reliable train in Britain...


What do you want to do tonight?
Oh, try to take over the world!
That would take quite a lot of might...
What do you want to do tonight?
The world, Pinky, that's black and white
"Do you not understand!", he wailed
What do you want to do tonight?
Oh, try to take over the world!

This thread is at least bringing back good memories. NARF...

Are you pondering what I'm pondering?

What's the proper scansion for narf.