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Bad Poems: Day 1

I have a cold
and I’m feeling old
but that might just be
because of my knee
#poem #badpoem

A cocktail with a spotlight overhead and circular shadows around.

A cold Manhattan.
Smell of orange in the air;
Memories awake!

#haiku #poem #manhattan #badpoem

A Score To Settle
#poetry #poems #poem #badpoem #writing #writer

Time for a #BadPoem this #SundayLunch:

If you're a fan
Of #Superman
& fight to make things fair,
To be like him
Help Britt to win*
& you'll be halfway there.

*Win, in this context meaning 'secure sufficient funding to NOT end up street homeless with a sick cat tomorrow, & both be able to eat'

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#BadPoem meets #GoodPoem

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Mr. Otto (some call him a gray cat, I call him a gray FLOOF) is checking out the bookshelf behind him as he relaxes on my chest. This photo highlights his front paws, which are adorably oversized and always appear lined with silver: trick of the light because the silvery bit moves.

Mr. Otto is receiving chin skritches, having satisfied himself that none of the books behind him are to his taste for a little light reading. His two front paws are most adorably raised, but folded down, for he is a demure and well-mannered lap-sitter (narrator: this is a lie). Which is good, because Mr. Otto doesn't know how to read. Never seems to have held him back in life. (Mr. Otto, for those not in the know, is a very floofy gray cat who spends 30 - 60 minutes on my lap EVERY. MORNING. to demand scritches and pets).

Mr. Otto's FRONT PAWS! They are so cute. His cute face is also in the background, but this photo is all about the paws. Sometimes he just holds them up in the air, folded downwards, for the entirety of cheek-and-chin-skritching-time. I don't know why. (Yes: Mr. Otto, the floofy gray cat, of whom there are already a gazillion of pretty much this exact photo scattered across my profile. I like my cats, OK? They are my best feature.)

Cold and wet his nose Silver long-haired murder toes Fluffy cat; that's that. This is Mr. Otto's kitten face and front right paw, and front left shoulder. Lots of gray fur, and a slightly blurry suite of misshapen fingers (mine) in mid-cheek-skritch.

You Can Thank Me Later: A #BadPoem (poorly-attempted haiku)

Time for #Ottotimes
That? All I am going to say
Except, you're welcome.

#CatsOfBluesky #Cats #CatSky #GrayCats #BadPoetry

Writing dump. There's a much longer, much better version of this in me, but I'm having difficulty finding the right words. And I'm not one for meter and rhyme. Emotions are weird... #poetry #amateurwriter #badpoem

#poetry #poetrycommunity #poem #poet #writer #poems #writing #art #poetrylovers #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #poetrysucks #badpoem #nobodylikespoetry

Feast in fridge.
Dishes washed (mostly).
Cocktail in hand.
Time to chill…
and watch them kill!
#dragula
#badpoem
#myfeethurt
#amidoingblueskyright
#wasntgoodattwitter

Wet shoes and heavy traffic
gray skies and grey snow
Friday night we all need to be resting
exhausted from this place
this way of life so insane that ignoring it and watching all others accept THIS IS THE WAY IT IS
are the only coping options we have
The light of human existence missing
#badpoem