Poetry Corner

The Collected Works of Ash Williams:

hedgehogs hurt a ton,
While sheep hurt a smidgen.
Still, there nothing as fun
As raping a pigeon

From Catch The Pigeon, 2008/03/11 at 2:17 PM

Through the dank streets of London
to the islands of Tahiti
I enlighten the world
With my pointless graffiti

From Scottish IRA, 2008/03/20 at 12:58 PM

Amid the digital void
I flaunt my finesse in linguistics
You brought savvy to the deploy
Of your tenebrous statistics

From MIA, 2008/04/10 at 9:12 AM

A most awkward problem had risen
That almost caused a group schism
For we had no plan B
So did not know what to see
After the abrogation of Digitalism

From The Night That Never Was., 2008/04/22 at 12:51 PM

While searching through rhymes for digitalism
A lyrical quagmire, I found, had arisen.
So I’l refract your attention like light through a prism
As i stumble to match them, with any precision.
Though you’d think there must be ample provision
To harmonize words without public derision.
Perhaps I just lack the sense and the vision
Since binding myself in poetical prison.

From The Night That Never Was., 2008/04/24 at 12:11 PM

As we attempt to solemnize your birth
And endeavour to validate our worth
We give gifts from our charity
Yet with spite and vulgarity
You disown them with ill-disguised mirth

From Birthday Blog, 2008/04/30 at 9:58 AM

To escape from perpetual slog
and to leave my compadres agog
My feet hit the pavement
with whimsical unerstatement
and I go for a brisk Sunday jog

From RUN!!!, 2008/05/28 at 12:25 PM

Although i am humbled to get recognition
for my wordplay with consonant and vowel
Im compelled to curtail my drive and ambition
I believe I must throw in the towel

It brings me no joy to trifle or toy
with a blog of such high esteem
but the incessant rhymes will begin to annoy
and unsettle the established regime

The time I spent here will not be ignored
but on this I had hoped not to dwell
For the fact thats it’s read, is itself my reward
and with that I must bid you farewell.

From A Spring Clean, 2008/06/02 at 12:56 PM

Mary had a little Lamb
and his little glasses broke
So she angled them toward the sun
Until his wool did smoke

He ran around with fleece aflame
Begging help from all who passes
But Mary shook her head and said
“You shouldn’t break your glasses”

From A Sad Day…., 2008/07/04 at 3:54 PM

If you’ve yet to encounter a ticket
Having combed through field, farm and thicket
There’s but one thing to try
As our evening draws nigh
Find suitable victim and nick it

From Wanted, 2008/08/20 at 5:20 PM

If New Year has left you quite groggy
Brain dead and vision all foggy
There is wonderful news
Socks are the new shoes
Though your feet will be left cold and soggy

From Nothing to Say, 2009/01/09 at 12:35 PM