Running Poetry Thread

[Volker Kirstein]

I'm sure many, if not all, of us here have a poetic streak in them.

How wide that streak is remains to be seen.

Be it haiku, sonnets, free verse, vogon, lemericks, tanka, whatever... slap your poem in this thread. Lay bare your tortured soul for the eyes of TB to stare upon. Cry Whoa, dude!, and let slip the Hounds of Poetry

I don't care what you write. TB does have some say about it, but as long as you keep within the TB guidelines, anything and everything is fair game.

I don't care if it's in another language. If you think it will work across a googled text to speeck, and/or translation, go for it. We may all be surprised.

I don't care if you submit multiple works in a given week.

I don't care if you vote multple times. I'd rather you only vote once per week, but poop happens. There may be multiple Good Stuff, Maynard!s in a given week. Or whatever.

Every Sunday afternoon* I'll post a link to an offsite poll, where anyone and everyone can vote on their favorite poem(s). See the clearly labeled link below for an example
* CET. After I wake up, had my tea, and get around to it.

The Week 0 poll is for demo purposes. I will start a new poll next Sunday (Feb 6, 2022) for Week 1.

No prizes, other than the dubious "bragging rights" attached to winning a poetry contest in a bass related forum.

If ya don't wanna, don't. If this thread dies, it dies. All things die.


Offsite Poll Week 0
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[Volker Kirstein]

I'll start us off with a Haiku in Spanish.

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LLAMAS DEL DESEO

Come mi corazón
Con orégano y terragon
Mi amor ardiente

 

[Winslow]

A limerick form about haiku,
Puzzles with reference to senryū.
The former's the "mother,"
But one's not the other,
Though on TB, it's really "no huhu."

 

[bholder]

QUAKE

Behold the Mighty Quake
Like voice of God in Anger
Shakes the very ground

 

[Winslow]

Are we allowed to use previously-posted material?

 

[bholder]

When a big eel bites your head,
Squeezes tight and then you're dead,
That's a Moray!

 

[Winslow]

And here are a couple of sonnets from earlier threads:

The cheating students vex the eager lass,
Charged with doling out their final grade.
This dishonest work will never pass,
When by its nature it is self-betrayed.
How to deal with such a class of youth,
Who so disdain their teacher's honest task?
Their careless disregard for simple truth,
Makes the question difficult to ask.
Is this the sorry future we have wrought?
Our children, language failing under test,
So easily will abdicate their thought,
And think the internet can say it best.

The minimum becomes the new default,
As standards suffer yet a fresh assault.​

Cheating students


Two Guitar Centers, both alike in dignity
(Online in TalkBass, where we lay our scene),
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
And sales floor bass made COVID-hands unclean.
Before the idle clerks of these two shops
A pair of star-crossed shoppers stake their cash;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
With fair ambition seek to jam and thrash.
The fearful hanging of the too-high bass
And the continuance of their shopping dread,
Which, but an absent ladder, naught could remove,
Is now the five minutes' traffic of this thread.
The which, if you with patient eyes attend,
What OP miss, the good sales guy will strive to mend.

A Tale of 2 Guitar Centers

 

[vickerekes]

For Valentine's Day to the best thing that's ever happened to me:

It gives me pause
To think about
My lovely, darling wife.

From way outside my field of view,
She dropped into my life.

And ever since, the world has changed.

For, much to my surprise,
The sweetest thing I ever saw
Was looking through those eyes…

This strange mysterious creature
(The likes of which was new)

Had quickly ripped my heart out
And slain me, through and through.

Beyond that guileless candor
Lay a simple depth so wise,
My gaze could only marvel
At the life behind those eyes!

Her life, which didn’t come from here,
Reminds me that my heart
Just doesn’t fit here, either,
And comes from other parts.

She smells like home,
And makes me long
For things beyond my ken;

For memories that I should have,
But can’t remember when.

The closest thing to heaven, then,
To ever touch my life,

At first glance, is a child, .
. And lives within my wife.

(44 years now, a pretty good start.)

 

[pie_man_25]

Running Poetry, a haiku

Here I am, running
Running as fast as I can
it beats walking there

 

[Jim Nazium]

Free office coffee
Helps me to wake the **** up
But it tastes like ****

 

[S-Bigbottom]

Yo.

 

[Jim Nazium]

(staying with coffee haiku theme)

Non-dairy creamer
What the **** is it made of?
Nasty chemicals?

 

[S-Bigbottom]

(staying with coffee haiku theme)

Non-dairy creamer
What the **** is it made of?
Nasty chemicals?

'Tis the Mother's Milk of a Cashew, Almond, or Soy Bean,
this is not meant to be obscene.

The teats, the teats!
Wherefore are thy teats?

They can not be discovered.
Are they deep undercover?

my mind is befogged,
they are not cataloged.

Though the teats of the humble Cashew, Almond and Soy Bean
will forever go undetected.
I wish they were as easy to find
as with mammals that are naked.


This came through the frustration of trying to be a "Nut Milk Farmer" about fifteen years ago.
After getting twenty containers of Cashews and Almonds and a few big ol' bags of Soybeans from Cosco then can not find where to milk them.

I can milk cows and goats with no trouble,
put the jar under them and make it a double.

 

[Winslow]

The horror! The trauma! The twist, oh-so-tragic!
A timorous student, denied Apple's magic!
The package instead,
Contained someone dead,
Spilling out, because none thought to bag it!

I've had a string of bad FedEx experiences lately but nothing like this

 

[Jim Nazium]

Mmm, hot, dark, and rich
that's how I like my coffee
and my women too

 

[Winslow]

A gentleman of some means
Recommended we eat franks and beans.
"But wait!" he then said,
"We should have some canned bread,
As a part of this puzzling cuisine."



B & M Brown Bread in a can. Anybody ever eat this stuff?

 

[Volker Kirstein]

--- END OF WEEK 1 ---​

Titles in quotes were submitted untitled, so I assigned them titles. Don't like it? Title your own damned poem.

I don't care if you submit multiple works in a given week.

I don't care if you vote multple times.

Entries:

• LLAMAS DEL DESEO - moi
• "Untitled Lemerick" - @Winslow
• QUAKE - @bholder
• "Manatee" - @Winslow
• "That's a Moray" - @bholder
• "Untitled Sonnets" - @Winslow
• "Valentines Day" - @vickerekes
• Running Poetry - @pie_man_25
• "Free Coffee" @Jim Nazium
• "One Word" - @S-Bigbottom
• "Non-Dairy Creamer" - @Jim Nazium
• "Mother's Milk" - @S-Bigbottom
• "The Horror" - @Winslow
• "Hot, Dark, and Rich" - @Jim Nazium
• "Gentleman" - @Winslow

Offsite Poll Week 1
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[Winslow]

Titles in quotes were submitted untitled, so I assigned them titles. Don't like it? Title your own damned poem.

 

[pie_man_25]

--- END OF WEEK 1 ---​

Titles in quotes were submitted untitled, so I assigned them titles. Don't like it? Title your own damned poem.

I don't care if you submit multiple works in a given week.

I don't care if you vote multple times.

Entries:

• LLAMAS DEL DESEO - moi
• "Untitled Lemerick" - @Winslow
• QUAKE - @bholder
• "Manatee" - @Winslow
• "That's a Moray" - @bholder
• "Untitled Sonnets" - @Winslow
• "Valentines Day" - @vickerekes
• Running Poetry - @pie_man_25
• "Free Coffee" @Jim Nazium
• "One Word" - @S-Bigbottom
• "Non-Dairy Creamer" - @Jim Nazium
• "Mother's Milk" - @S-Bigbottom
• "The Horror" - @Winslow
• "Hot, Dark, and Rich" - @Jim Nazium
• "Gentleman" - @Winslow

Offsite Poll Week 1
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I voted.

 

[Tom Bomb]

Poetical sidesteps

We were on for Friday night.
We got off,
Without contradiction.

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