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Array ( [sid] => 184766 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Poetic Farts [time] => 2018-01-04 12:51:42 [hometext] => It is what it is i guess [bodytext] =>

Falling short, always short;
Writing line after line,
notebook filled with drafts;
some, will never be finished.
This line is wrong, this stanza is too short,
this whole poem is garbage.
Put it on the back burner
as other inspiration hits me, returning to find
the words are now gone.
Fill it with fluff and see what i get;
no!
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong!
These lines are all wrong!
Ball it up,
toss it in the overflowing basket
filled with the rest of my poetic farts,
and back to the blank page to start again.
Maybe one day, I/'/ll achieve mediocrity. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 77 [topic] => 43 [informant] => nightwolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Poetic Farts

Contributed by nightwolf on Thursday, 4th January 2018 @ 12:51:42 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Falling short, always short;
Writing line after line,
notebook filled with drafts;
some, will never be finished.
This line is wrong, this stanza is too short,
this whole poem is garbage.
Put it on the back burner
as other inspiration hits me, returning to find
the words are now gone.
Fill it with fluff and see what i get;
no!
Wrong, Wrong, Wrong!
These lines are all wrong!
Ball it up,
toss it in the overflowing basket
filled with the rest of my poetic farts,
and back to the blank page to start again.
Maybe one day, I/'/ll achieve mediocrity.

Copyright © nightwolf ... [ 2018-01-04 12:51:42]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Poetic Farts (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 12:58:02 AM AEST
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well I wish my farts smelled like this.
O I wrote a bad poem, and then I posted it
and waved my hands frantically hoping the wind
would erase my words;
they say we are breathing the same thin air
as Julius Caesar did. Marc Anthony said:
"Friends, Romans, Countrymen, (fart). excuse me,
I come to bury Caesar - or what it William Shakespeare
Don/'/t you wonder how many times he likely farted while just thinking about the entire affair, with all the strange foods people ate back then, and then wine for breakfast, lunch and dinner, and imagine writing with the quill of a feather and wearing a funny hat, purge thyself
less thy be bloated or worse, mud

Peace!

Re: Poetic Farts (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 02:38:51 PM AEST
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You have penned an accurate portrait of all writers.
Quality takes time, work, re-work.
Show me a writer without a full trashcan and I/'/ll show you mediocrity.
Carpentry yields sawdust; omelets, eggshells!
Asked how he created his famous statue, Michealangelo said he merely chipped away everything that wasn/'/t David.
Your poem is honest, funny, and smartly done.
Glad you didn/'/t chip it any further!!
softerware

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