Bad Poems
 

I just found this thread and couldn't resist:
Am I too late to enter the Bad Poetry contest?
Roses were read and violets have the blues,
I hope its not too late to write for youz--

Looking up from my keyboard I look outside:
The weather is bad I just want to stay home and hide!
I wonder, how can I write something bad today?
It has to be a meaningless mountain like Monday--

So, dear friends, have mercy on a new person like me:
I am thankful for the chance to write badly for thee!
If you think this is bad just wait until you read the last line--
It may be simple and silly, or maybe profound, and wise!

Thank you FaithWriters for allowing us to freely write:
God has blessed your ministry, both day and night!

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My cat is old and fat and orange:
She sleeps in the sun out by the porch--
She gets up just long enough to eat,
Then she yawns and goes back to sleep

My cat blinks at the big rat;
The big rat sneers back!
It scurries away into the sun--
I hate rats, yes every one

My cat is old and fat and content:
She purrs and pounces for a 'present'!
She's so old she 'warbles' real loud,
Then she yawns and lays back down

My cat is old and fat, orange and content--
Oh, but when she dies, I will miss that old cat--

But not the rat!

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Thou art the sweet Splenda of love--
Thou art my Nutra-Sweet and Low--
Thou causest me to diet today,
My love--it's real sugar I crave--

Thou quickenest my heart to sing!
My love, thou art my ev'rything!
Unto thee I lift my voice aloud!
Unto thee I bend my knee now!

Will you marry me? My love--say yes--
How could one so Nutrasweet resist?
Granules of time pass in slow motion--
Unto thee, my love, I post this devotion!

My plain coffee and tea would be naught without thee,
My love, thou art my SweetnLow-Splenda-NutraSweet!

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'Tis funny to behold such poems of olde,
'Tis wonderful to entertain and behold,
What more badness can we portray?
'Tis simple when sap rules and reigns!

Ye are all tempered with talent, both good and bad:
But here badness is King and Queen--we're glad!
Sap flows from the words like syrup from a tree,
As we write these words with a grin and glee!

So go ahead and laugh, ye fellow bad Poets!
With grateful joy we bind together our fists!
We stand in badness and weakness smiling,
While good poets stand aghast at our laughing!

In the end my bad Christian poet friends we all love God,
And His strength is made perfect in our weakness, in love...

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Once upon a time, a long time ago, in a country far, far away,
There stood a new ship so proud and shining white and gray!
They called her Titanic --and boasted she could sail anywhere--
They christened her the mightiest of ships, and nothing could sink her--

"Hey, I saw that movie!" my daughter exclaimed with excitement,
Then I wondered why a fictionalized film caused my heart indictment:
My daughter literally thinks that 'Jack' and 'Rose' were really there--
But it's all fantastic fiction, right? Why should I even begin to care!?

So I explained to her the difference between fact and fiction,
I tried to convey to her why I felt this unction, this conviction;
But she burst out in tears and simply cried, "You just don't believe!"
And she ran away from me, and I didn't understand, or conceive...

Then, after I thought and prayed about what happened earlier today:
A child has a wonderful God-given gift to believe and walk by faith

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Love,
Stars above,
Sparkling sleighs,
Glittery gliding planes,
Christmas comes too slow,
Children chuckle in fresh snow,
Parents apparently pushed to the edge,
Crimson candles flicker and burn on the ledge,
Crazy Christmas season arrives too soon this year,
Tree trimming is put on hold as I remember my dear,
Cold carolers sing Glorias to Jesus Christ our Lord and King,
Alleluia angels join with us all around from everywhere unseen:
Fall now to
your knees
Worship
Jesus
The
King!

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I’m lost, so lost in the woods, I don’t know which way to go:
Should I go to the right or to the left, please help me, Dear Lord--
Once I was found, but now I’m so lost, lost in the woods of loss--
Which way can I go again, Dear Jesus, to see the Cross?

Here in the olde dark woods it’s unknown and scary,
I can’t see for the pain--I tripped and my vision’s blurry--
Finally I passed out not knowing what would happen--
But my friend found me and brought me home again…

As I sit here back in church I realize it’s not just a building:
The people are what makes this place come alive and sing!
Wholly holy devoted disciples of Jesus worship You here:
Clearly I hear Your voice Lord, and Your loving presence, so near…

In the end, as I kneel looking up toward heaven I seek Your face,
Tears of restoration and love stream down, as You show me the way

--Inspired by “Lost in the Woods”--
http://www.faithwriters.com/wc-article-level1.php?id=20191

and http://www.pickl.com/timandmarsha/poetry/lost_in_the_woods.htm

--bro. tim pickl

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Friday December 14, 2007 A.D.

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