The Official Infinite-Story Poetry Thread!

[Leblanc4prez]

Another Very special poem by Shippo.

I founded a coin upon the ground.
It tasted like potasium cloride.
I then took an apple and threw it around around.
It tasted like used formaldahyde.
I then ated a cake what I got from the pound.
It tasted like unreacted sodium oxide.
I then found a shrubbery that made a "Nack,nack,eckky,ekky,perchang,ni,wong" Sound.
And the nights of Ni tanned my hide.

[Leblanc4prez]

SHippo: The kiniggots of Ni stole my shrubbery

[Vesnic]

Are you sure you've got one?

Oh yes, it's very nice-uh!

(He says they've already got one!)

What are you doing in England?

[thoric]

A gentle wind blows
Fragrant eucalyptus swaying
to Nature's inaudible beats
The Sun sits upon it's cosmic throne
Casting a lazy golden glow over the world
A gentle soothing warmth
I can see it, not feel it
For I am separated
By dirty glass and rusting iron
I can imagine
The heady smell of freshness
Of freedom and the vast open
My heart yearns to break free
Escape these cold confines
Escape to the joy
Awaiting me outside
For therein lies freedom's
Warmth and euphoria
And herein lies the cold
the darkness and despair
setting roots in my soul
I fight to break through
Shatter the walls
And I succeed
Weary of heart and body
But gone is the fragrance
Of the dancing eucalyptus
Dying, diseased remains
Of a once mighty tree
Are all I can see
Gone is the smell
of liberation and joy
The wind is a demon
Cold and merciless
Cutting through me like
Hot steel through butter
I dodge a car here
I dodge a bus there
an infuriated trucker
bellowing curse for me to hear
Bitter is the taste of disappointment
Of expectations run to the ground
I reel at this mighty blow
My hope ripped to shreds
And I flee to the safety
Of those and old and familiar
Dark, cold confines
Yet I am glad
For the world is beautiful again
The imagination runs free
And that dirty glass and rusty iron grill
Shield it from the ravages
Of stark reality

[thoric]

*wearily*

LeBlanc, Michael... please stick to the topic. This thread was meant for posting poetry and the readers' comments on poems.

Ok Im off my high horse now.

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

Nice POETRY Thoric, it really fits the thread.


I like what you did with it, there's a fluid transgression of events corresponding with a deeper understanding of life. It is beautiful as always.

Staying on topic
Is a nice show of respect.
Let's all play nicely.

[Vesnic]

Thoric, your poem
Reminded me of early
loss, disappointment

Familiar things
Becoming suddenly strange
Lost to time and hope

Yet in the mind's core
Flames still glow, the trees still grow
Returning in Spring

[Hi! My name is: Katie]

You hate poetry?
Make a Monty Python Thread
Leave this one to us.

[Leblanc4prez]

Leblanc: You Are A God!

Psy Attempts Rap (To the tune of "The Roof is On Fire"

The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
We now need more Dune-Spice ‘cause mine just fuckin’ burned.
Motherfuckin’ wasteful. Burned.

Hello my name is Psy the worlds most powerful Psyduck,
I'm not old or new but middle school but who really gives a flying fuck,
I don't know mofo if y'all peeps be buggin' give props to my ho cause she all fly,
But I can take the heat cause I'm the other white meat known as MC. Psy-Guy,
Yeah I'm hung like planet Pluto, hard to see with the naked eye,
But if I crashed into Uranus I would stick it where the sun don't shine,
Cause I'm kind of like MRH or Chubby, always stroking my own wookie,
I'm the root of all that's evil yeah but you can call me cookie.

The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
We now need more Dune-Spice ‘cause mine just fuckin’ burned.
Motherfuckin’ wasteful. Burned.

Yo yo this hard-core ghetto gangster image takes a lot of practice,
I'm not black like Barry White was, no I’m white like Jack Black is,
So if man is five and the devil is six than that must make me eleven,
This Psyduck’s gone to heaven,
But if I go to hell then I hope I burn well,
cause I’m the motherfuckin’ the anti-christ.

The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
The lab, the lab, the lab just exploded,
We now need more Dune-Spice ‘cause mine just fuckin’ burned.
Motherfuckin’ wasteful. Burned.

[Leblanc4prez]

All: *applause*

Psy: Damn, you are one, er, how do the primitive negroids say it? Fucked up Nigger? That's good right? I mean that MRH's rap was good.

Leblanc tries his hand at Rap (to tune of “every time”)

Everytime I clean my room, I make another mess
Everytime I post on these forums, I'm you all call me a pest
Everytime I'm re-incarnated, it's in the lowest form
I leave my window open every time there is a storm
Everytime I have a hangover, I have to go to work
Everytime I masturbate dry it tends to hurt
Everytime I pat a dog he bites me on the hand
Everytime I talk to aliens, they don't understand
Everytime I skate, I get another bruise
Everytime I get drunk, I vomit on my shoes
Everytime I scratch, the needle jumps
Everytime I drink milk, it comes out in lumps
Everytime I freestyle, I just talk shit
Everytime I catch the bus, there is nowhere to sit
Everytime I catch a train, I’m hassled for a ticket
Everytime I bat in cricket, first ball takes a wicket
Everytime I'm drunk at a party in a toga, I pull a damn hamstring to prove I do yoga
Everytime I eat, I get a pain in my chest
Everytime I thinks it's heartburn, it's cardiac arrest
Everytime I make a call, call waiting interrupts
Everytime I dump a load at someone's house, it won't flush
Everytime it won't flush, it stains the ceramic
If you ever see me happy it because I'm manic

Doomed to fail
*It's not easy being me
Doomed to fail
*It's not easy being me

Everytime I give advice, it comes out wrong
Everytime I get raided, my prints are on the bong
Everytime I score, I get shitty leaf
I was living with the Navajo until they heard me dis their chief.
Cause everytime we'd smoke a joint, I’d end up with the roach
Everytime I skip sport, I get drilled by the coach
But every time I play footy, I get tackled in the dirt
I crack another rib and it really f**kin hurts
Everytime I brush my teeth, I find another cavity
Everytime I try to fly, I discover gravity
Everytime I have a craving, I run out of food
Everytime we spin the bottle, I'm the one who ends up nude
Everytime I give a girl an orgasm, she fakes
Everytime I jam it in, the condom breaks
Everytime I gamble, I lose all my chips
Everytime I eat all bran (American translation: Total), I get the shits
But everytime I shit, it takes about an hour
And there's never any paper so I have to have a shower

But everytime I shower the towel is already wet
And it's not wet with water but wet with cum and sweat

Everytime I write a song, radio stations ban it
Cause when you play my records in reverse they're satanic
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,
Worship Satan,

Everytime I make a joke, people take me serious
Everytime I go down on a girl, she's on her period
Everytime I drive a car, a cop will pull me over
But I'll say I'm someone else and that I'm sober
Every blind date turns out to be blind
My looks are all I have and that is why I mind
Everytime I have a dream, I'm at the school dance
Everyone is looking at me cause I don't have any pants
Everytime I lick toad, I get warts on my tongue
Everytime I see a killer bee, It's when I’m getting stung
Everytime I play scrabble, I make the word "AT"
Every wet fart, leaves a stain where I sat
Everytime I catch a wave, I hit a coral reef
And everytime I order vegetarian, I get beef

*Doomed to fail
I Get Beef
*Doomed to fail
Chicken's not a vegetable
*Doomed to fail
I Get Beef
*Doomed to fail
Chicken's not a vegetable

[Leblanc4prez]

What would That Goddam Psyduck do? (To the tune of What would Brian Boitano do?)

What would that fucking Psyduck do If he was here right now?
He'd make a plan and he'd follow through!
That's what Psy the Psyduck'd Do!

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

When Psy was in the Oylimpics shooting for the gold,
He shot two ducks and the Swiss team's nuts, while wearing a blindfold!

When Psy was in the alps, fighting Omega,
He used his psychic powers and saved the maiden's fair!

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

So what would Psy do, If he was here today?
I'm sure he'd kick an arse or two!
That's what Psy the Psyduck'd do!

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

When Psytraveled through time, to the year 3010,
He fought the Evil Robot King and saved us all again!

And when he build the pyramids, he beat up Kubla Kuhn,
Cuz Psy doesn't take shit from....

Any...

Body...!

No Psy! Those Chicken Wings are really spicy! Don't eat those!

I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.
I've never seen a Psyduck eat so many Chicken Wings.

Psy! Cut!
Psy! Slash!

Psy the Psyduck was born on the planet of Krynuk (cry-nuck),
He came to Earth to save us all from Boring things that suck!

Aydi-oh! Aydi-Ay! Psy the Psyduck's here!
So round up all your lasses, and tell them to have no fear!

I Said, "Come over here my honey, And I'm going to take off my pants,"
"And I'm going to make dirty love to you!"
Cuz that's what Psy the Psyduck'd do!

Cuz that's what that Fucking Psyduck'd do!

[Leblanc4prez]

Soul Requiem
By Violet

The realm of darkness calls me; my bidding is required of the unholy daemons that inhibit this realm. Why do they taunt me? Is my life not futile enough?
Why is the Soul such a dark place? Always empty. Like a cauldron, an empty cast iron cauldron.

Life was once quite beautiful, I to enjoyed things like babies, dew and flowers. What a laugh when I realised life was an illusion and that the babies were daemons, the dew acid and the flowers naught but weeds. The inhabitants of this realm of darkness must be laughing at me even now.

Perhaps some day, my heart could be healed, but from all the things I’ve seen, why would I want this? The true essence of the heart is darkness, the darkness of human existence. We all run around, thinking we are making a difference, but little realising, even all of humanity is nothing more than a virus upon the true stillness of the universe, the chaos to its order.

Why do I even bother to write this? What good will it serve? Why must we all be so useless? Life is useless, death is useless, and time conceals all. The agony of bitter existence flows through my very soul. Why do I feel so bad, is this all life holds?

One day, when I finally loose the anger keeping my empty husk going, my knife shall find my heart, causing black darkness to spill into the universe. And at last I shall know peace.

[Leblanc4prez]

Shippo: I scratched my ass in ass scratching class!

[Vesnic]

"V-Day" means Ves Day
Lay flowers at her altar
Joyously sing praise

[Leblanc4prez]

The chosen one
A poem by Kurt the maniacal Meowth

I can't remember anything at all
I've been turning it all around
I'm sorry, oh so sorry
Is this what I have become?

Wish I may, wish I might
Be someone else tonight
Sometimes I wish I was never born at all
And I'll try to save the world
Cause in the end I know
I'm the chosen one
I'm the chosen one

I can't remember what I used to be
Something's turning me upside down
You made me
And I love you
But I can't change the things I've done
I'm the chosen one

Wish I may, wish I might
Be someone else tonight
Sometimes I wish I was never born at all
And I'll try to save the world
Cause in the end I know
I'm the chosen one
I'm the chosen one

The chosen one
I'm the chosen one