Bad Poetry

22 posts
Bad Poetry These Dreams

These dreams, I know what they mean. I don’t need an interpreter to read my own handwriting on the walls.

Jul 31, 2014
Bad Poetry Trinity

In a time before Ground Zero meant something else, After our cousins Einstein, Teller, and Oppenheimer, In an empty desert guarded by squat mountains, Humanity took its first step into…

Nov 26, 2002
Bad Poetry Circle

infinite sides and points generated within Euclidian geometry framework, expressing natural beauty, finite in design yet infinite in possibilities, creating completely unlimited sides and angles and points complex actions are…

Nov 20, 2002
Bad Poetry Dog Spiel

In our schools and public places The meme of submission minus reason perpetuates, Replicates like bacteria in our sweet minds. We live, some learn, and work ourselves to death, But…

Nov 19, 2002
Bad Poetry The Gospel

God, protect me from your people, With closed minds and blind third eyes. Misinformation and half-truths Are barely discernable from the lies. I’ve felt your presence and your power, My…

Nov 14, 2002
Bad Poetry Out of Palce

I was not in my right mind, I think. While on vacation in Constantinople, I thought I found a nice local café Where I could snuggle up with a dry…

Nov 12, 2002
Bad Poetry Cosmos XI. The Persistence of Memory

Information is important to Life, and Earth is positively rippling with both. Quasi-intelligent beings that never see the light of day live on inside us, While mindless molecular machines copy…

Nov 5, 2002
Bad Poetry Cosmos XII. Encyclopaedia Galactica

Ethereal lights in the sky, unexplainable phenomena, And alleged astronauts older than any nation Lead many to believe we’re inundated with uninvited guests. Though I wish it were so, it…

Nov 2, 2002
Bad Poetry Hey Babe

I’ll read this note aloud to you now, So you can laugh at me later. It won’t take long, so don’t interrupt, In fact, it’s halfway over. Come cruise with…

Oct 29, 2002
Bad Poetry A Sudden Waste of Time

After breakfast, in my silly slippers and cotton pajamas, I shuffled out into the cold of morning to retrieve my mail. Among the coupons I’ll never use and advertisements I’ll…

Oct 22, 2002
Bad Poetry Introinspection

I find a nice park bench to rest for a moment, While the ambience of the city roars all around me. Here in the shade, near a busy playground, My…

Oct 15, 2002
Bad Poetry The River of Entropy

I imagine the Cosmos, infinite and remote. I reflect on our sun, the perfect planetary host. I consider our world, the pale blue home of the Earthlings, I think of…

Oct 8, 2002
Bad Poetry While Watching the News

One sock, two sock, Red sock, blue sock. What the hell? That’s not a pair. Shorts, shirts, pants and underwear. After work on my neighbor’s Sabbath Is my time to…

Oct 1, 2002
Bad Poetry Aisha

Today in the park, I watched the denizens of my town, Going about their business, about their day. I noticed a massive woman scolds her minuscule daughter. Her voice was…

Sep 24, 2002
Bad Poetry sickle and sword

i have an endless number of names throughout the ages whatever my nom de plume, i am the author of insanity inside the minds throughout all of time and space…

Sep 17, 2002
Bad Poetry The Community

Here on our island in the middle of the Sea, My ninety-nine siblings and I live as kin. We are raised together as a family Taught only of love, and…

Sep 10, 2002
Bad Poetry Skywatcher

We ride this world, an island of the cosmos Which falls forever towards our sun. We’re perched on the cosmic beach Poised to hold on to one. The jet-black dome…

Sep 9, 2002
Bad Poetry Grammer

Speaking English is not hard Though one could hardly tell. Just walk this nation, from coast to coast And you’ll experience linguist’s Hell. In one place, a metaphor Would make…

Sep 5, 2002
Bad Poetry Waiting to Pounce

The hunter crouches beside a desolate road Watching as the entourage drives by. He fixates on one vehicle in particular, A pair of diplomat flags demand his attention. The beast’s…

Sep 4, 2002
Bad Poetry Connections

Growing up in this society Tends to erase the variety By restricting your options And forcing conformation People say it’s not okay To do this or do that But somehow,…

Sep 3, 2002
Bad Poetry For Help, Press F1

Why do you punish people, For doing what they enjoy? Would you punish a little child, For playing with his favorite toy? If I am going to suffer, I‘ll do…

Apr 27, 1999