Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Godawful Poem#2

Thanks to Peter and his 'Godawful Poetry Fortnight' , I'm here again with my sickly second offering.

I wandered lonely as a status update
I surfed, I liked, I borrowed.
In Twitter, I found a rowdy crowd,
In blogs I drowned my sorrow.

Before I knew what hit my soul,
I surfed, I read, I borrowed.
RSS feeds told me all I need,
Now I can’t tell today from tomorrow.

So oft upon my couch I lie,
I surf, I chat, drink Bordeaux.
I melt into my glowing screen,
The real world turns to shadows.

Our digital selves are quite complete,
We post, we like, we follow.
We haven’t met and yet we’re friends,
You should know by now I'm shallow.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Terribly bad, truly awful poem

It's Godawful Poetry Fortnight and this below is my contribution!

This poem wrote itself on the bus to work,

And then on the train back home.

It wrote itself while I was working hard

at something else.

This poem skipped breakfast and lunch,

It drank three cups of coffee with sugar,

Followed by a slice of terribly sweet cake.

And it wouldn’t stop at that.

This poem had a drink.

Or two. In fact, it might’ve mixed it all up.

Wine after beer, have no fear.

This poem has no respect

for sonnets, ballads and neat little rhymes.

Police arrested this poem for insulting a couple of haikus.

This poem is lost because it prefers losing.

This poem wants to learn old languages

and ignore emerging markets.

This poem has made no investments.

It doesn’t want your money,

Or your praise. This poem is so stupid.

It thinks it will survive in the real world.