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A field of flowers, within a half-a day's hike of the pastry shop;
A storm approaches.
Rotting stench, skeletons piling high
Those that dwell under bridges gather for war
Sweaty, swarthy seas of blood-lusting ogres;
Island-dwellers running away to Oz
A flash of blades!
Churning chaos!
Men on white horses, armed with dictionaries ride
A murmur rises from the south through the natives,
a Chant: 'M F D! M F D! M F D!'
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It would be lovely if they set halfbakery poetry on the GCSE English syllabus. This is just what they'd be looking for. |
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The autoboner strikes again. Who in their right mind would bone a piece of poetry? Unless it was a bad piece, which this is certainly not. |
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Maybe someone who thinks poetry is not a 1/2baked idea... (I don't care about poetry one way or the other) |
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GTT considers all rhyme rubbish. |
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Actually I think the good Dr. Curry uses his voting as a filter mechanism, and therefore votes - on all songs / poems / stuff he doesn't want in his view. |
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The idea here was to try and emulate Nostradamus' rather obscure style of writing in attempting to predict lifeless or half-baked events, and thus start another anno thread of creative nonsense. Lifeless Prophecy might be a better title. Since there's no 'prophecy' category, I stuck it here. |
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Good poetry? Seriously? Nah, just obfuscated references and Yoda-speak. |
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In the third month, at sunrise, |
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the UnaBubba and the Robin meet on the battlefield. |
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The fatigued Moderator looks up to heaven |
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and sees halfbakers playing in the sun. |
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I'm not exactly a poet, so don't blame me. Any piece of poetry that I know I could never write gets my vote. |
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That the halfbakery has a category for something doesn't mean that that thing is welcome; just that it exists in such abundance that it could be conveniently grouped. Personally, I have a very low tolerance for most of the social, self-referential chatter in Halfbakery:*. |
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// I have a very low tolerance for most of the self-referential chatter in Halfbakery:*. // |
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Really... didn't know that. |
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Nobody could have prophesied me. So what can I say except the world is going to suffer more disaster, bad leaders in politics and the weather will get so erratic that you can't tell summer from winter and there will be earthquakes in many places. |
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I saw you coming a mile away. I just hoped you'd learn sooner. |
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Wow, this guy has such a big head! (or he thinks he does) |
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//Nobody could have prophesied me.// |
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On the contrary ... St. John of Patmos, in the Book Of Revelation, refers to "a gibbering monkey having seven heads (each with one working brain cell) and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns, and upon his heads the name of blasphemy, and two hands each with two fingers and three thumbs, ideally adapted for typing complete twaddle on a computer keyboard"* |
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*Of course, that's a rather liberal translation; to properly understand it, you have to read it in the original Klingon. |
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Here's a prophecy for the year AD 2033.. In that year, all the people who were previously annoyingly incorrect by saying that Jesus was crucified 2000 years ago, will at last be correct. Mathematically speaking. |
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