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  • Re: Late entry

    are late submissions accepted? is there a social, political or global message in the following submission? should I keep my day job and only do HOTR parodies as a sideline? does this poem make me look fat? should I have made it longer? Well... Yes. No, but there's definitely a metaphysical message (one about the value of one form of ...
    Posted to Poems by White_Rabbit on May 2, 2008

  • (יוחנן רכב) Bin Laden and the Taliban

    This is a reprint, and not without flaws, but I won't revise it now. (Yes, I know ''the Taliban'' is plural.) BIN LADEN AND THE TALIBAN(with profuse apologies to Lewis Carroll) The carriers were on the sea,Steaming with all their might;Planes did their very best to makeOld Kabul smooth and bright-And things looked dark, because it wasThe middle ...
    Posted to Poems by White_Rabbit on April 28, 2008

  • ()() "Acorns" (aka "Fall on the Tin")

    Well, I have to hand it to this one: its form definitely follows its function. A decent poem, a pleasant little diversion, a better-than-usual message for Tuesdays...and a wonderful target for my usual schtick. (Parodist sings solo:) An oak tree's at warWith the house right next door,Where a poet just happens to live.Please pardon my guts:All ...
    Posted to Poems by White_Rabbit on March 4, 2008

  • Re: evaluating poems

    MaryAnn:islandtime, I, too, abhor the phrase Tuesday tripe. What particularly bothers me are posts that fail to make a distinction between not liking something (perhaps because of a different belief system from that expressed in the poem or because of a preference for a different style of writing) and calling something tripe. There's nothing ...
    Posted to Poems by White_Rabbit on October 15, 2007

  • American Standard

    Standing strong and shining before me you are humble, docile your white curves seem to speak to me but Iam deceived for the still waters of your soul cannot be rippled I long to know what lies beyond to explore the churning chanels of your being I give away my worst, my pain and you receive it without complaint and always return with your ...
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by Freddy Benstein on August 12, 2007

  • What Makes Bad?

    like a buckit full of maggots and slimey fliesshe insists she loves even my dandruffbut who can love a lover who makes loveseem unintellijibel, like it was christmasand all store closed for months? I reston beds of fire and glass, pray Christwill let me share space on his cross. Sinister Metallicas beat their wings at night,waiting til the ...
    Posted to Bad Poetry Contest by Munsterman on August 11, 2007