The Bluffer's Guide to Poetry
Example:
Howl by Allen Ginsberg
Madness, drugs and homosexuality, rejoice! Everything else is shit and Carl's dead.

Strange bird, nice tits, don't half fancy 'er!

If you're totally perfect and have a head, you're a man - apparently...

:-)
Jx

Le voile
Honour killing - passionate dialogue between brothers and their sister as they prepare to kill her because she was seen in town without her veil, and she did not lower her eyes in the presence of a man.

Aren't dappled things beautiful. Isn't God clever to make them.

"Weren't my wife fab - pity she was a trollop! Nice piccy tho! Cost a bomb! She's dead now! Shame Hheheheheheheeh! An' you're next!"

We are fucked
They were fucked
Those will be fucked
Unless we stop fucking

First we make love
Then we make hate
Best if we don't
Procreate

Wedding guest grabbed by nutter, tells terrible story of bad luck due to killing albatross. Sadder and wiser guest goes to wedding gets slaughtered, probably.

The poor, honest man of independent mind is King, and laughs at the strutting and tinsel of rank. One day, all men shall be brothers.
Sorry - this should really be in Scots dialect but I canna.

Silly Satan fights God and, can you Adam and Eve it, loses. Meanwhile they discover sin and sex and it’s absolute hell.

Please remove your shoes before trampling on my carpet.

I get to work and warm her pearls. She gets to dance with handsome men and slip naked into bed. Where's the justice in that?
(25 exactly :))

(Guess!)

darren thomas
Posh bird wants a bit of rough with the hired help. Back fires. God indifferent - justice? Be careful what you wish for.

He don't like tins or double chins
He don't like many other things
He wants them blown to smithereens

Bird nicks cardinals ring. Pandemonium as all search here and there. A curse lays the miscreant low. Ring found and bird canonised as ‘Jem Crow’.

Going like a train all night long means the postman comes on time.

Come to think of it Paul's latter contribution has echoes of Darren's contribution - I need to look them all up!


I'd agree with John Betjemen too - the only good thing about Slough is the ice rink - have hosted many a birthday party there - they could easily bomb the rest though...

Our blood mingling in that flea turns me on. Yeuk! You squashed it! Yield to me - the loss to honour will be a flea bite.

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I love you a lot but will love you even more when I'm dead.

Bloody snake drinking my water. Threw a log at it, missed. I’m quite glad really.

My word, you're gorgeous. I think I'll write an amazing poem to immortalise you.

Men are like buses - unreliable with grubby seats and noxious fumes. They all come together or not at all - apparently.

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Snowed in and cabin crazy

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Tail between his legs and other places.


Fed up? Substance abuse doesn't work. Cheer yourself up with Nature or letting your mistress hypnotise you. Beauty and Joy don't last. Bit sad really.

When she gets old she will stick two fingers up to the world - write pious poems to annoy atheists, say exactly what she wants to, wear short skirts and purple high heels, make up for all the caring what people thought in her youth, ignore all the rules on poxy threads and well and truly exceed her 25 words so you'd better start getting used to it now - just so you can recognise her when she gets old...

Pot is beautiful but is it truth? – discuss endlessly

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Woman discovers her dentures are pre-programmed to chat about Art. She goes to night school to study Sanskrit in a thunderstorm. Meanwhile, coffee spoons are used by actuaries to calculate lifespan. Extreme fruit-eating contests ensue.

Ten tiny fingers that always want to play ....

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The moment he discovers he has halitosis.

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Neanderthal astronomy.

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Audabe to you, babe:
Oh! What a Beautiful Morning,
Oh! What a Beautiful Day ...

I got you loads of presents like clothes and jewels and stuff. Why are you dumping me? Trouble is, I still love you.

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When I get my greenhouse I'll invite you over.

Don't die daddy


Ma, who the hells making all that noise, get ma gun...

Oh to be in England
Now that April's there.
May is pretty good too.

If looks could kill ...

Industrialisation is bad. The city is dark, especially at night, and makes slaves and whores of us all. How much, luvver?

You will soon be dead so give us a shag.
(subtle, very subtle)

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He got a bulb in his head.

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is it a bird? Is it a plane? is it buggery.


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Grave calculus.


We got the ship safely to port, but the skipper had a bad night at the theatre.

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No-one is better than anyone else, and we are all going to end up dead anyway.

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There is a Santa; I saw him.

Let's play Cowboys and Indians without the Cowboys


These philistines - wanting to glare and gloat over each blotted note. They're like the soldiers gambling for Jesus' clothes.

I'm sure I had a good one for this poem .... nope, it's gone.

I think I'll go and plant some beans!

It's funny, but whenever I do the washing up I think of you and that blimmin cup we lost on that picnic. Aah! Happy days!
(I love the original of this.)

I know you've been around the block a bit but I don't care - you're mine now.

Hot day - all the animals in the zoo are lethargic. Ah - but not the fierce jaguar, whose mesmerising pacing speaks of freedom and the wild


Brown-eyed girl, big mouth ... just sends me to sleep.

'What is the world, O soldiers?
It is I:
I, this incessant snow,
This northern sky;
Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I.'
whole poem - 25 words - does that count?

What is the world, ;-O soldiers?
It is I:-)
I, this incessant snow;-)
This northern sky;-)
Soldiers, this solitude
Through which we go
Is I;-)
I like this version better! ;-)

Cor...you're a bit of alright! Me love you longtime.

Lying in the dark, listening to my lovely wife preparing for bed. In California I missed her so much a skunk reminded me of her.

Nonsense with assonance.

Perilous poaching, one swagman dead

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Came up with “Lady of Shallott”
Who was cursed when she saw Lancelot
Went boating, died. That’s your lot.

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Here comes the night mail crossing the border
with lots of letters for all sorts of different people.

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Train crash ruins hogmanay in Dundee.

They died and they meant a lot to me and now everything is a shit waste of time.
So put the world in the bin.

Pas de noms d’oiseaux je vous prie, je suis poete!
Don't give me the bird, I'm a poet!
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/l-albatros-the-albatross/

An eagles feather worth of misty eyed sadness makes me want to read a simple poem and go to bed.

Even snails can be passionate

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I don't understand you
you don't understand me.

Watch out for the undertow!

He was always a bit odd but we never knew!

Nice Jugs

On the bus someone said it would soon be the end of the world. We were all at it like knives! Gonna do it again tomorra!

A choice. Either my dining room contains the ghosts of all the chickens I ever ate. Or I go mad. Hmmmm - think I'll go mad.

Wooing and spooning and then the deed's done

Anybody got the time?

Don't give me the bird at Christmas, I'm a vegetarian poet.
This should've followed the Baudelaire/Blackburn Albatross really - never mind, it's still a big bird and an encounter with death - very seasonal ;)

God help us every one

Oh boy, worse things happen at sea

Sap! We're all just sap - then we all die! Even lovers die too! Grrrrr!

Come live with me and be my Love, and we will share an environmentally friendly lifestyle.



Hair today...gone tomorrow.


Hurray, it's getting dark, but nurse is letting us play out a bit longer.


Charge of the heavy brigade


Time goes on as the Seine flows... hope is violent and love will vanish.

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Jabberwocky decapitated by vorpal blade as slithy toves gyre and gimble. Callooh! Callay!

Stop procrastinating and get on with it!

Articulates arranged in strict lines and rows, engage in battle

What a wonderful, perfect song. Reminds me of all sorts of lovely things. You must know something we humans don't. Teach me your thoughts!

An odd nativity tableau, decidedly odd

A fellow arrives in church late,
sticks an Irish sixpence on the plate,
and sits quietly bitchin'
about superstition,
but likes burials within the church gates.


There's life in the old dog yet!


Hope you've all been good - Cos FATHER CHRISTMAS IS COMING!!!!! ;-)

Aren't glow-worms lovely. There to show the way home. Hmmmm...here comes Juliana. She puts my head in a spin. Now I'll never get home.

The faeries befriend and entice
a young kid to come somewhere dead nice
whilst their evil's concealed
from the kid, it's revealed
in their words. He's the samhain sacrifice



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Everything is pants even Dylan Thomas
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZ4OMXqcI6k&feature=related

in ways I have never before imagined.

Big field of dafs, really sublime. Nicked idea from Dotty, though.

A revolting poem

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Poet rhymes he with she
Repeatedly
In a series of chat up lines
but woman ends up on top
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLP7YYMWdBM&feature=related

You want to be a scholar? Are you sure?

Happiness is a warm gun ...

The philosopher's stone?

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I am a boat
I am at sea
I am sinking
There are symbols of death everywhere
I think I’ll settle down and lead a quiet life
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sc1fJRw6v5w
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Upyyhxjwoc&feature=related

Poet invents Santa myth...reindeer and all...in 1823. Not alot of people know that!

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A brillig list of slithy toves in nonsensical cleverness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SlOtPem88b4

How to win the £10k MMU poetry prize
http://www.manchesterwritingcompetition.co.uk/poetry/poetry_judybrown.php


Cleanliness can bring you Gold-in-lots
Merry Christmas!

Having a ball at Christmas!
Xxx

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There is more to beauty than meets (or eats) the eye
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6VrJldrUXzc

Victor Hugo
True love lasts forever...


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Sleep with you? I’d rather write a poem about not sleeping with you.
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=14049
Look at these by Helen Farish
How to win a poetry slam
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=10884

Poem - by Donald Justice
You neither can nor should understand what it means... ; )

Be careful you don't lose your head

for all lovers unrequited; everything else in nature is shagging except you. why not?

I was awestruck and overwhelmed - in tears. I thought of life's perilous maze and I prayed.

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http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=5580
I’m feeling sorry for myself in Paris with you


Thanks

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Death of a new romantic
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-youth-in-apparel-that-glittered/

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In the end humour is the only aphrodisiac that keeps working
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQ-wVeUrSl0&feature=related

Capitalism, don't you love it?

'If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.'

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I’ll be over her in the morning maybe
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cHwtmBEfld4&feature=related

Paint a horse eating a violin
and pretty soon you'll be quids in
Ignoring mother is downright rude
give the horse to a naked nude

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Don’t shoot the messenger or we are all doomed. Uh-oh!

'Can I ever know you
Or you know me?'

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I don't know
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GfRmkDM78UE&feature=related

I'll wear purple if I'm reincarnated
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/instants/

The Halitosis Shuffle

24 hours in the life of a small town peopled by types who are pre-occupied with sex and death. A bit like Bolton really.

Sounds like they all had a hand in it!

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Some pillock said, "get the lights out"
We charged the batteries.
Sparks flew.
It went from positive to negative.
Not many survived.
How glorious!

Dad's dead but I'm OK now we've burned him
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mortal-one/

Once a Catholic ... hic!
:)

She wishes she'd looked after her teeth apparently

21! Congratulations. Sir John, lavish your Grandsire's guineas - spend it! Wealth was made to wander. If it does, you can hang or drown at last.

Don't go down to the seas again, Little Paul, to the lonely sea and the sky ...


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I dont go to the pub but stay at home with the wife

About a thousand Persian poems written by a polymath definitely worth a look though the FitzGerald translation is a bit iffy, apparently.

All that is left is a band of gold ...



Though my thoughts are reflected in the poem.

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Upon The Nipples Of Julia's Breast
Fresh cheese and cream
by Robert Herrick
I'm a titman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWjkhoEEY4Y&feature=related

Maybe I've heard that same voice on a cherry bakewell advert.


Perhaps we should invert the process in this thread. Summarise an idea in less than 25 words and then write a poem. We might all become poets then...
I'm turning over a new leaf - no more commenting when I'm half cut...
Happy New Year all you bluffers and beaters!

New Year on Dartmoor - Sylvia Plath
All the glinting and clinking is all very well, but the New Year will contain challenges. Mum knows.

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By Charles Baudelaire
It’s your round Francine and Isobel. Happy New Year
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eLiygN9p35Q
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16054

I must say - he didn't look too merry in his photo - perhaps that was the raging syphilis...
Anyone know a poem about STDs ;) ?

C'est un très beau poème !
I will continue to be drunk on love, laughter, and...

'Love passed into the house of lust'
and everything changed.

get out the razor blades...

That time we ended up hugging in our friend's spare bed, Mrs. Gunn, was very special.
PS. Leonard Cohen - has anyone read his 'Book of Mercy'? Prose which is more poetic than a lot of what claims to be poetry.

Isn't it grand to be bloody well dead


... and found ... and lost again.



there will be no funerals for the young, dead, virgin, soldiers. but we will shut the curtains.

you come, and go, talk a lot of hooey beneath that tree. Why did you not just smother me in honey and leave me to the bees?

I believe I can fly!




Jill went up the hill - no Jack
http://www.bartleby.com/164/100.html
