Damn, why am I only finding out now it was #BadPoetryDay yesterday? I'll have to wait another year before creating some.
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"What an incredible poem!" - CUBIE, Dead Subquadrant's Got Talent, Mission to Zyxx #MissiontoZyxx #DeadSubquadrantsGotTalent #BadPoetryDay
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"Legally, I can't let her read you the rest of this poem!" - DANA CHIVVIS, That’s a Weird Thing to Lie About, This American Life #TAL #ThisAmericanLife #BadPoetryDay #DanaChivvis
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For #BadPoetryDay (8/18) Here is an #epitaph #poem:
“Epitaph”
Copyright 2008 by Robert M. Barrows
“I called 911
but no on come
so I dialed 976
and had some fun.”
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You can see some more of my poems in “Crazy Robert’s Poems and Potential Song Lyrics"
www.amazon.com/dp/B00L2UDYNC
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"So we're talking about South Jersey poetry!" - ANDREA QUINN, South Jersey Is Also POETIC, New Jersey Is The World #NewJersey #NewJerseyIsTheWorld #BadPoetryDay #AndreaQuinn
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A screenshotted poem that reads: "To live a life with no joy Is to reject mirth and whimsy For your own sake, take part in an occasional ploy No matter how absurd or flimsy Because childlike wonder shouldn't have to end Happiness doesn't take much to be created So take some time to play into this, my friend Embrace my poetic trick, and get jebaited"
Heard today is "bad poetry day" so here's my take
#BadPoetryDay
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"Did you ever write any poems about Howdy Doody?" - DAVID WEINBERG, It's Howdy Doody Time!, 99% Invisible #99PercentInvisible #99pi #BadPoetryDay #DavidWeinberg
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Apparently it is #BadPoetryDay today. I’m letting you imagine what this classic must have been like in its full version.
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Ein vor allem in Brauntönen gehaltenes Bild zeigt eine Hand, die beim Licht einer fast runtergebrannten Kerze mit Bleistift auf ein eher unebenenes Papier schreibt. Darüber steht die Überschrift "Tag der schlechten Poesie", darunter ein Limerick: "Es war mal ein Wiener Verlag, macht Bücher beinah jeden Tag. Doch mit Poesie hat' er es wohl nie, drum lest ihr hier diesen Quark." Am linken, oberen Bildrand sieht man zudem das Verlagslogo von ohneohren.
Zum Tag der schlechten Poesie, oder auch #BadPoetryDay mal ein paar Reime für euch. Und ihr könnt auch gleich eine Unsicherheit zwischen uns bereinigen:
Sollte die letzte Zeile eher "drum lest ihr nun hier diesen Quark" heißen?
Und habt ihr auch hübsch-hässliche Gedichte für uns?
(sb)
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Hip Hip Hooray!
Today’s #BadPoetryDay!
Treat yourself to a #book I wrote called “Crazy Robert’s Poems and Potential Song Lyrics” AND HELP RESCUE ALL THESE GREAT POEMS FROM #OBSCURITY FOR ONLY A DOLLAR! You can see a FREE SAMPLE and download it for $1 on Amazon at
www.amazon.com/dp/B00L2UDYNC
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"Try writing a poem yourself!" - JOSH CLARK, How Poetry Works, Stuff You Should Know #StuffYouShouldKnow #SYSK #BadPoetryDay #JoshClark
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Friends it is once again national Bad Poetry day! How are you celebrating this joyous holiday?
If you feel so inspired to dig up your old drafts, we just set up our recording schedule and sign up sheet for Season 8 and would love to have you and your bad poems on!
#BadPoetryDay
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It’s national bad poetry day! Here’s my attempt at a poem I wrote in fourth grade nearly 20 years ago lol 💙📚 #badpoetryday #booksky
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"It's an Olympic poem." - KURT KOHLSTEDT, The Art of the Olympics, 99% Invisible #99PercentInvisible #99pi #BadPoetryDay #KurtKohlstedt
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Published in Poems of James McIntyre (Ingersoll, 1889) James McIntyre ODE ON THE MAMMOTH CHEESE. Weight over seven thousand pounds We have seen thee, queen of cheese, Lying quietly at your ease, Gently fanned by evening breeze, Thy fair form no flies dare seize. All gaily dressed soon you'll go To the great Provincial show, To be admired by many a beau In the city of Toronto. Cows numerous as a swarm of bees, Or as the leaves upon the trees, It did require to make thee please, And stand unrivalled, queen of cheese.
James McIntyre (1828–1906) was born in Forres, & later emigrated to Canada. He wrote poetry, much of it about cheese. His “Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weight Over 7,000 Pounds“ was about a huge cheese produced in Ingersoll in 1866 & sent to various international exhibitions
#BadPoetryDay #C19th #poem
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Bad Poetry Day on August 18th is the perfect time to try your hand at poetry! It doesn't have to be good, it just needs to be written. Don't be afraid to try something new.
#BadPoetryDay #Poetry #LiteraryHoliday
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![Two poems and a sketch of a man and a woman holding hands on a small boat. The Boat's sail is an ace of hearts. [text in image] Winter by Goliath Green. Quiver river like a great shivering liver... brrr shiver, bivver... hide yourself beneath a kivver no wonder Frenchmen call it hiver. Sad Poem #9 by Goliath Green One day you kissed me and then I waited seven-hundred-and-thirty-one days for you to kiss me again. Then finally, finally, on the anniversary of that first kiss I gave up and rode out of town on a three-legged horse (his fourth leg was a stick with a wheel at the bottom)](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:q5zmcswxmobjovlk2k43x2ct/bafkreib7dtdcr6kn2w5sgzijbpisaotvl6scjk4spjk6yidmx4vpwlu7je)
Two poems and a sketch of a man and a woman holding hands on a small boat. The Boat's sail is an ace of hearts. [text in image] Winter by Goliath Green. Quiver river like a great shivering liver... brrr shiver, bivver... hide yourself beneath a kivver no wonder Frenchmen call it hiver. Sad Poem #9 by Goliath Green One day you kissed me and then I waited seven-hundred-and-thirty-one days for you to kiss me again. Then finally, finally, on the anniversary of that first kiss I gave up and rode out of town on a three-legged horse (his fourth leg was a stick with a wheel at the bottom)
It's #BadPoetryDay! Find some inspiration in the work of Goliath Green, which decorates the endpapers of JACK AND THE GREEN MAN. After you've written your own terrible poems, enjoy reading the rest of the fabulous folktale.
www.runningthegoat.com
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text of poem by Amanda McKittrick Ros called On Visiting Westminster Abbey
#TheVictorianBookoftheDead #BadPoetryDay
On Visiting Westminster Abbey, by Amanda McKittrick Ros [1860-1939], an Irish writer, often called by critics "one of the world's worst poets."
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black and white image of a plumed hearse drawn by two horses.
#TheVictorianBookoftheDead #BadPoetryDay
1902 advert for J. Flyger & Co.
Sanitary Undertakers & Embalmers,
Wellington, New Zealand.
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text of poem about child eating green apples and dying
#TheVictorianBookoftheDead #BadPoetryDay #MementoMoriMonday
Memento Mori
A Seasonable Poem by Louis G. Fritz, 1884
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“What is significant about ‘An Address’ is that the variant spellings & particularly punctuation reproduced in the Journal… present it as far closer to Poute & his imitators”
Does the erratic spelling & punctuation ☝️ suggest that McGonagall was, Andy Kaufman-like, in on the joke?
#BadPoetryDay
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Can I interest you in the Rev A Wilford Hall poo-pooing the wave theory of sound in Hiawatha-style octameter? #BadPoetryDay
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Is there a difference between poems that are bad and poems that I hate? Are there any poems that I hate?
#BadPoetryDay @stilgherrian.com
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You know what other poems are BAD? James McPherson's Poems of Ossian. I tried to read them as a teenager and gave up because they were so BAD!
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"Neither of them is very good poetry, after all." - DAVID RAKOFF, Welcome to America, This American Life #TAL #ThisAmericanLife #WelcometoAmerica #BadPoetryDay #DavidRakoff
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THE THREE-FOOT RULE. A SONG ABOUT STANDARDS OF MEASURE. Air — " The Poacher." I. WHEN I was bound apprentice, and learned to use my hands, Folk never talked of measures that came from foreign lands : Now I'm a British Workman, too old to go to school ; So whether the chisel or file I hold, I 'll stick to my three-foot rule.
II. Some talk of millimetres, and some of kilogrammes, And some of decilitres, to measure beer and drams ; But I 'm a British Workman, too old to go to school ; So by pounds I'll eat, and by quarts I'll drink, and I'll work by my three-foot rule. III. A party of astronomers went measuring of the earth, And forty million metres they took to be it's girth ; Five hundred million inches, though, go through from pole to pole ; So let's stick to inches, feet, and yards, and the good old three-foot rule. IV. The great Egyptian pyramid 's a thousand yards about; And when the masons finished it, they raised a joyful shout ;
The chap that planned that building, I'm bound he was no fool ; And now 'tis proved beyond a doubt he used a three-foot rule. V. Here's a health to every learned man that goes by common sense, And would not plague the workman on any vain pretence ; But as for those philanthropists who'd send us back to school, Oh; bless their eyes, if ever they tries to put down the three-foot rule ! BRITISH ASSOCIATION ; 1864.
For #BadPoetryDay, please appreciate one of William John MacQuorn Rankine's ditties, apparently written for the British Association meeting of 1864.
Rankine was a pioneer of engineering science, whose "degrees Rankine" scale of temperature did not catch on.
(Bonus Piazzi Smyth reference too.)
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