A couple of diary entries ago, I declared that if someone could write a rhyming couplet about the comedy festival and the fact that the Internet Butler, our friend Nick, has gone overseas... I would give them comedy festival tickets.
Since then, the following submissions have been received:
We're sad for Nick, our funny friend
Whose time with us is soon to end.
... which is so good I can imagine studying it for year twelve English... And then there's the pitch-perfect and painstainkly true:
Comedy is funny but won't stop us grieving
For Nick our friend, who is leaving.
Now, I understand that a lot of you don't know what a rhyming couplet is, and a lot of you don't know Nick and a lot of you have never heard of the Comedy Festival. However, everyone can write poems.
Write me some and ye shall be rewarded.
If you don't want to be acknowledged, just go to the Contact Us page. I promise I won't tell.
Bad poetry is not encouraged but will be patiently tolerated and nurtured at the highest possible standard by our staff. In other words, bring on the poetry: good, bad or otherwise.
Browsing poetry blogs today - bord with the slow departure of winter - came across yours. Intrigued and then checked out some of the comments/entries. I'm no longer young so should you think me not to your liking? Say so. Ex Brit now living in Canada. Several pen pals in and around Melbourne, Sydney and Blue Mountains. So what? I hear you say? Just thought you might like to know!
Rather intrigued and tired of the run of the mill poetry web sites which - with their sycophantic 'all is beautiful' critiques, turns me off somewhat. I call a spade a spade and expect others to do the same.
I write 99.9% in rhyming verse with the odd blank verse offering when sufficiently aroused or inspired! Here's one written earlier. Not in rhyme!
'Nuff said! Rhymer.
Bad Poetry. By the Bard of Blank Verse
( As Will Shakespeare's Portia, might have seen it?)
The quality of poetry is strained.
By connivery and corruption, and caustic diatribe
Spawned by nescience, we are persuaded
To accept impassioned and flamboyant rhetoric as verse!
It is twice cursed. -It deceives: first those who write
And falsely believe 'their' work has literary merit,
While their continued deviant verbal logorrhoea,
Frustrates those who, unable to interpret, presume
A covert message awaits deciphering therein!
Likened to Abstraction in Art, these mavens
Profess to understand the bizarre and bombastic
Caprices, of the ardent self-adoring Author!
Simplicity does not become them! Obsessively preoccupied
By a fondness for a genre, discovered purely by chance,
They slavishly follow a formula which purports
To convey enlightenment to the illiterate masses!
In reality they spew forth scrawled scribblings
Full of unfathomable hebetude! More creative conceptions
Can be determined by listening to the gurglings of an infant!
Both writer and reader of such puerile prose
Eschew from facing facts. Possessing small talent,
They are quick to fault others with venal critiques, which
Serve only to mock and parody true poetic genius!
Limited by the empty, vacuous verses they pen,
They exhibit an arrogant pomposity akin to lesser men!
As Will Shakespeare might have put it -
"There's none so blind as those that won't see!"
See I transposed a letter in my e-mail address. Should be poetscorner@sympatico.ca Have terrible eyesight so mistakes happen. Not an excuse - fact of life. Ciao Rhymer.
wow, i feel famous having couplets written about me. i let out an audible laugh here in a berlin internet cafe.
i got various sly looks, because... well, nobody laughs in berlin.
thanks lorin, you're wonderful.
nick.
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