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Poetry Archives

The Meaning Of Life In A Poem

Wednesday, October 15th, 2008 at 5:09 pm

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A blog for me is more than just a means to make money, it is also a way of expressing myself. One of the ways that I may choose to do this is through poetry. Don’t get me wrong as I am not a poet in any manner of shape and form, but I do like to dabble in it every now and again. I call this one..

The Awakening

As I lie on the ground
Gazing at the myriad of stars
Thinking how insignificant I am
What am I, but a mote in the universe?

I leave no mark on this world
Like the ripples of a pebble
Falling in a calm lake
I am born, and then I die
Leaving not a trace

From dust to dust
The finality of life
Would be eternal
Were it not for the memories
Memories of loved ones left behind

Awakening, as realization dawns
Mine is not what I do for myself
But what I can do for others
The Lord is my Shepard
I shall not want
His Word more than food
Filling the void within me

As I lie on the ground
Gazing at the myriad of stars
I wonder at the Glory of God
Who counts me among His children
My life, a void fulfilled
When I am a beacon
That shows others the way

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Man’s Struggle To Control His Urges

Thursday, September 18th, 2008 at 11:23 pm

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My last post got me to thinking that I should start up another category where I could put all my ‘fun’ posts into. I’ve decided to call the category Just For Fun and the sky is the limit in regards to what I actually post into it.

Now I know I am not a particularly good poet, nowhere near the standards of Kikolani or Inquest, but I still continue to churn out a piece every now and again and some of them may be quite crass, like the one you are about to read. Before you go onto read it a word of warning, some community blog sites actually deleted it because they said it offended some of their readers. I suppose that is one of the advantages of hosting your own blog, that you can post anything your little heart desires and take whatever lumps comes your way.

Personally, I thought it amusing but the warning remains, so read at your own peril!

The snake in my pants has a mind of his own
On many an occasion this has been shown
He may hang to the left, or maybe to the right
Beware if he pops out, you may get a fright

It bothers me that I have no control
It always tries to achieve it’s own goal
No matter what I try and do or think
That damn snake will refuse to shrink

Even when it was time to take a leak
One had to take care or they would shriek
No more than two shakes was the saying
More than two and you would be playing

I am forced to sit and grin and smirk
Or if I must stand, out comes the shirt
I must try to hide the bulge that shows
Or my face turns red and really glows

I know what makes it act like this
It’s hoping that I may sneak a kiss
Pick up a hot girl to take to bed
So he can bury the exposed head

Ah but his master has high morals
Way too much for this snakes laurels
Many an occasion he thought me a freak
So many that all he could do was weep

Then came a time when I would marry
No more in the pants did he have to tarry
As the years went on things would change
She would think my sexual urges so strange

So in the end he still hangs there
Balls for friends, poking through hair
Sometimes to the left, or to the right
Never quite happy with his plight

Well that’s it. I hope that you didn’t find it overly offensive. If you did perhaps you could tell me why?

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Google Sucks And How Inspiration Can Help Your Blog

Sunday, September 7th, 2008 at 8:41 am

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Inspiration can come in many forms, sometimes it can be because of positive things that happen to you and on other occasions it can be because of something more on the negative side. Take this little poem for example. It will probably never make it into a book of poems and that does not bother me at all because I had fun writing it. It all came about on that dreadful day not so long ago when Google decided to strip my PR4 blogs of their ranking and reduce them to PR0. I was not impressed, ergo the birth of this poem.

Google’s like a woman
As fickle as can be
Use all The SEO you can
She’ll crush you like a flea

You read all the SEO tactics
You apply it to your blog
Then those Google pricks
Give your Rankings a flog

Women like to change the rules
And Google is just the same
She acts as if all bloggers are fools
For trying to play the game

On minute your feeling happy
Your PR is pretty good
Then you’re feeling crappy
And you wish you understood

Yeah, Google is no lady
The way she treats her fans
Her actions kind of shady
Ruining many bloggers plans

We all don’t rort the system
Yet she treats us all the same
Yeah, we’re not all like them
Spammers should wear the blame

Bloggers have to live too
Paid posts are just a job
Oh Google if you only knew
You’re acting like a slob

We can’t use rel-nofollow
As then we won’t get paid
Your rules are hard to swallow
Us bloggers all feel so betrayed

Well I say stuff you whore
I removed your stupid toolbar
Though my rankings may not soar
My content you cannot mar

Hell, who am I kidding
Please give my PR back
Your Praises I will sing
Just cut me some slack!

So, I suggest that as a blogger you should look at everything that may happen in your life as a possible blog post. All you need do is to be creative and turn it into something that if nothing else you can have a bit of fun with. Perhaps it will please others enough to leave a comment, perhaps not, as long as you got enjoyment out of doing then that is all that matters.

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The F Word, When No Other Word Will Do

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008 at 5:32 pm

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You may have recalled from one of my previous posts how I said that hosting your own blogs gave you more freedom? Well this is completely true in regards to censorship. I’ve had many posts/articles deleted from community sites because there were some there who were offended or even found it distasteful. Heck I even had the word SEX censored to S*X! Nope I am not kidding, now you tell me how anyone could find sex distasteful?

Hosting my own blogs gives me the opportunity to post what I want, but even so I would not post anything that I felt my readers would find ‘distasteful’ as I want to entice people to read my posts not scare them away! So even though I am able to use the ever popular F word, a word that Gordon Ramsay has made famous, I choose not too, as I find the word can be used way too often, even when not necessary. On the other hand I admit that there may well be times when that very non-descriptive word can and will slip out. I actually wrote a poem about it that was actually banned from several sites. Without further ado I present to you The F Word!

The F word, always on the tip of your tongue
As an expletive the F word is rated number one
It’s always there when the need arises
And most times it will win you no prizes

There are many occasions when it’s in use
Especially those times when yelling abuse
Hey, you F’n wanker, you stupid jerk
Come here and say that, cos I’ll go berserk

There’s the time the hammer hit your thumb
For F sake, that really hurt some
As you jump up and down shaking your hand
The pain is way too much to withstand

Then there are times when you’re feeling bold
And tell your wife to F off in order to scold
Now that was a mistake I’m telling you
You may as well jumped into some boiling stew

Perhaps the driver who cut in front
And you scream F you for pulling that stunt
You flick him the bird as a parting salute
And then you lay on the horn for all it would toot

It’s not all bad because the time may arise
You meet a shiela and in order to surprise
You swagger up to her and ask for a F
She slaps you instead and calls you a schmuck

Well that did not go well it seems no matter what
Being able to use the F word is no reason to strut
It seems it’s best if you want to be nice
If your gonna use the F word you better think twice.

[eminimall]So don’t be scared to comment because I don’t bite and I would really be interested in what you have to say.

Blogs, Blogging, Young Man Old Man, Never The Twain Shall Meet

Wednesday, August 13th, 2008 at 12:57 am

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Excuse me young man, what is a blog
So many talk of it I am simply agog
Is it something that I can eat
Please tell me, that would be a treat

No worries pop, it’s a diary of sorts
Don’t get so stressed, don’t eat your shorts
People record their thoughts and dreams
Businesses may even take it to the extreme

But why do they waste their time
I’m sure they do not make a dime
Why would you waste so much effort
I am sure they sell themselves short

Are you kidding me you silly old coot
People like ProBlogger are makin the loot
They make so much they quit their jobs
They work from home to make a bob

That makes no sense I am bemused
Even more than that I am confused
How can a blog make you money
That’s like believing in the Easter Bunny

Freak me out, you old baby boomer
That is so droll it has no humor
Blogs are really fully sick
Sites like adsense makes them tick

Ah blogs are for the sick now I see
Blogs are therapy, you must agree
People write to vent their spleen
So in time their slate becomes clean

Hey dude, are you for real
Fully sick means the real deal
There are those that blog for fun
And others to get their job done

Now young man don’t take that tone
I’m sure that your parents at home
Taught you to treat elders with respect
Right now your manners are sorely suspect

I don’t understand why I bother
If only I was talking to a blogger
Instead of a doddering old man
Who wouldn’t know a blog from a frying pan

A doddering old fool you think of me
A time will come when you will see
When old age will creep up on you
Even a blogger’s mind won’t pull you through

The old man turns and walks away
Wondering about the youth of today
The young man simply shakes his head
Thinking the old man had lost the thread

And so the age old saga goes on
The result of age and youth forgone
That never the twain shall meet
For to the youthful eye all is sweet

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