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My First Poem

Originally posted at Youthpad.

I mentioned in an earlier post that I’m not a big fan of poetry. Especially free verse. Yes, there are certain exceptions but on the whole I’d rather be thrown out of a spaceship with no chance of rescue than be read poetry to. Somehow, poets have this superiority complex over ‘heathens’ who write prose. So to get my point across to such so-called poets writing free verse, here’s a poem written by me:

Lemme discuss this new trend in poetry
called ‘free verse’, which I detest.
If you’ve studied English literature
you’d have noticed some poems,
which have no set rhyme scheme.
Oh, the agony I suffer
whenever I come across such atrocities.
Forced I was, to read such shit
when I was in school.
Oh, the joy I feel
now I know that I no longer have to do that.
When done properly,
free verse can be quite readable.
Alas! More often than not it’s just a tool
for people who can’t write poetry
to save their life.
Write a few sentences,
somewhere midway in the poem
throw in a few hoity-toity words –
‘sepulchural’, ‘guttural’, or maybe even ‘jiggery-pokery’
– hit the enter key a few times,
and voila!
And if you don’t ‘get’
what is going on in this post
– why, it’s an attempt at parody of course!
Great respect for rhyming poems I have
none for free verse I do;
next time you come across such a ‘poem’
tear away the page, you should.
This poem, by the way,
was my first – and last.

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Bed of Roses

Guest blogged by Anuj on May 16, 2008.

Sitting here wasted and wounded
At this old piano
Trying hard to capture
The moment this morning I don’t know
‘Cause a bottle of vodka
Is still lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think that she’s still in my bed
As I dream about movies
They won’t make of me when I’m dead

With an ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
It’s own beat in my head
While we’re talking
About all of the things that I long to believe
About love, the truth and
What you mean to me
And the truth is baby you’re all that I need

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as your Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

Well I’m so far away
That each step that I take is on my way home
A king’s ransom in dimes I’d give each night
Just to see through this payphone
Still I run out of time
Or it’s hard to get through
Till the bird on the wire flies me back to you
I’ll just close my eyes and whisper
Baby blind love is true

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as your Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

Well this hotel bar’s hangover whiskey’s gone dry
The barkeeper’s wig’s crooked
And she’s giving me the eye
I might have said yeah
But I laughed so hard I think I died

Now as you close your eyes
Know I’ll be thinking about you
While my mistress she calls me
To stand in her spotlight again
Tonight I won’t be alone
But you know that don’t
Mean I’m not lonely I’ve got nothing to prove
For it’s you that I’d die to defend

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as your Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
For tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nails
I wanna be just as close as your Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of roses

To certain hypocrites,
There I tried to be “normal”. Happy now? Plus this was short and you don’t need an IQ above 18 to understand it.