Poems That Don't Rhyme

I read somewhere,
Poems that don't rhyme,
Are taken very seriously,
So now I know why,
My attempts at humourous poetry,
Always fail to raise a smile.

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She Has Such A Wonderful Facility For Words (Thesaurus Rex)

She has such a wonderful facility for words,
With a sauna, gym, cafe,
and revolving Japanese roof garden,
Complete with a haiku maze!
She has the most magical facility for words,
This side of town,
Pity my facility's such a pedestrian
two-up-two-down.

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Celebrities In Need Appeal

Celebrities In Need,
Is a charity,
That aims to raise,
Awareness in the non-celebrity communities,
About the wonderful charity work,
That celebrities do,
On their deeply deprived civilian behalf.

Out of every pound raised,
For,
Celebrities In Need,
Ninety-one pence,
Will go directly to front line celebrities,
Their managers, and agents,
And P.R.,
On the ground,
Guaranteed.

Remember,

Celebrities need your love all year round,
Not just at Christmas.
Think about it:
All year round.

Let's allow them to let you let them help you,
And it's so easy too:
All you need do is set up a direct debit,
By going to:
www.celebritiesinneedappeal.com/gak
and they will do the rest.

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Loyalty Card

You wont believe this,
But I've just added,
One hundred and seventy points,
To my personal club card total,
No lie!
Which means that if I collect just another
thirteen thousand and nineteen,
More loyalty points,
I will get a forty percent discount,
On all the supermarket's "World Of Wonder Gourmet Range" products,
On special offer,
Up to the value of eleven pounds,
As long as my loyalty points are redeemed,
Within six months, four days, and three hours from now,
This very minute,
Exactly.

I know what you're thinking:
You're thinking, it wont be easy.
I know!
But I suppose,
It would spoil the fun if it was too easy.
So if I stay motivated and target oriented,
and positively mercenary,
I'm incredibly optimistic,
It is within me,
To achieve this.

And,

At this point,
Allow me to say this to you:
If I can do this,
I'm sure you can too!
You can!
So best of luck to you.

And,
As well,
Please ignore those strange people,
That claim loyalty cards,
Are a so-called complete brain washing, marketing scam,
Who are they anyway?
I'll tell you who they are:
They are the same cynics,
Who would have you believe,
Princess Diana,
Was killed by her drunk driver,
In a blameless drink/drugs driving accident!
No conspiracy!
Oh really?

How negative is that?

My friend calls such kinds,
Unrevolved.
I don't hate them for that:
Being unrevolved.
(That's a great description isn't it?),
Actually,
I just feel slightly sorry for them,
That's all.
Difficult childhood probably.
We shouldn't judge them too harshly then.
It could have been us.

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Illegal Downloading Kills Poetry

I sincerely,
Hope,
You are not,
Considering,
Illegally downloading this poem,
For free.

I mean,
You would never dream,
Of physically shoplifting a poem,
With your own bare hands,
Would you?
Of course you wouldn't.

Okay,
Thank you.
Just pop down,
To your local, friendly,
Good poem shop,
Every shopping mall has one,
And purchase this poem,
With cash or credit card.

I know you want to sleep,
With a gloriously clear conscience,
At night,
Don't you?
Of course you do.

May I say,
God bless you?
God bless you.

Help your tragic poet
help you.

And yes,
I feel your love,
As I cry for you.

It's not easy,
Being an authentic tragic poet,
There are so many different kinds
to choose from these days:
What kind should I be?
I know it's not meant,
To be,
Easy.
It's my vocation
Tragically.

So please don't download,
All this sorrow,
My sorrow,
For free.
One day you will thank me,
You will,
Honestly.

Let me say,
One tragic poem bought,
Will allow me,
One quarter a slice of dry bread,
A single squirt of very average shower gel,
And two industrial rose petals,
That's not too much to ask,
I don't ask for much anyway,
I don't believe in it.

It's up to you.
It really is,
Up to you.

All that's left for me to say,
Is take care,
And I love you.

Product Placement with New and Improved Disclaimer

Please rest assured,
that all product placement integrated
within these poems,
will be handled with the utmost sensitivity,
and aligned aesthetically,
within the artistic bodies of the poetry
as unobtrusively as possible.
All products are advertised subliminally,
and,
flashed underneath the poetry
for a few nano seconds only.
So in all probability,
you will not be consciously aware,
of the advertising placed igloo
on ice this cream poetry site.
We recognise that this is as it should be,
and the advertisers are happy to compromise,
for the sake of delivering
as pleasing a tragic poetry experience as possible.

* Legal Disclaimer
The advertisers indemnify themselves
against any liability,
for any psychic disgorgement,
the poetry consumer may experience,
due to any unforeseen disruption to flow.

Never Again

Eventually,
I went to a stand up poetry gig,
Never again,
Never again.

Every audience member around me,
Listened,
The way you would listen,
To an answerphone message,
While you are drowning in a bath,
Mutual water boarding,
Rumsfeld jazz,
The repeated administration of legitimate force.
I had to leave,
Thank God I lost the will to breath,
It's worse than stand up comedy,
Never again.

Do You Believe In Miracles?

I've three new emails,
One from a dying Nigerian colonel,

He wants my bank details,

So he can send me fifty-four million pounds.

Wow!

A saucy pharmacist from Los Angeles,

Is offering a huge discount on "adult pills",

She promises they'll give me,

"A thicker, stronger member,

as hard as tensile steel, all night long..",

Promising!

And the third?

It's a threat:

I will be cursed forever,

If I don't open the attachment,

Immediately!

I'm not scared though,

Not now.

For soon I'll be a multi millionaire,

With sexed up magic pills.

Game over!

My personal bailiff told me,

That I should be due for some good luck,
Soon.

Shows,
There are still,
In this world,
Kind strangers.

All I need now?
A bank account,
And a girlfriend.
But I believe in miracles.

I hope you do too.

This Is Not A Poem

This is not a poem,
Poem, not.

Martian Astrology

What does Earth represent for Martian astrologers?

For their astronomers,
I'm sure,
It's war.

Wish Fulfillment

Wish,

I wish to re experience,
That memory,
Again,
But,
Without the yearning,
Wistfulness foretold,

Then.

Don't You Know Who I Am?

"Don't you know who I am?"
The hotel receptionist
drew a blank,
The celebrity looked at the blank
that she drew,
And said,
"No wonder I forgot,
But thanks."

"Keep it."
She replied,
"I often draw blanks
for amnesiac celebrities,
emotional and tired."
"Which other celebrities are those?"
He enquired,
"I can't remember."
She smiled.

Imagine (part 2)

Socialised banking
everywhere,
Bankers socialised
neverywhere,
Yin Yang,
A nice compromise,
Man.
Imagine their possessions,
They don't have to try.

Hari Rama,
Hari Krishna,
Hari Hari Krishna.

Dreaming Lemmings

Do Australian lemmings,
Fall up,
Into the sky,
And crash,
Head first,
Into the moon?

Do dreaming lemmings,
Sleep walk,
To the horizon,
And drop,
At sunset,
Off the edge,
Of the world?

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These Words Aren't Mine

Guess what?
I don't think these words are mine,
Have I ripped this poem off?
Will I get sued,
And thrown in jail?
Such Humiliation!
Perhaps I may never return,
To my flat again,
For I reside,
In the nonsense poetry quarter,
There will be posters,
Of my disgraced face all over this place.
What if these thoughts aren't mine?
Should we be held accountable,
For our unconscious mind?

Standing at the bus stop,
I mentioned to a cute girl,
Next to me,
The bus is late again,
And she screamed back,
Excuse me!
Did you just say the bus is late again?
Did you? Did you?
Yes, I replied,
Why,
Do you disagree?
She turned deep crimson,
Disagree? Ha! Ha!
She exclaimed,
Those are my words,
Actually,
I said them just yesterday,
And you were standing,
There,
Right beside me!
You better watch it,
'Cause my boy friend,
Or ex boy friend,
If you must know,
Has mates,
And they are extremely,
Extremely vicious poets.
You've been warned,
Don't you steal any of my,
Creative juices again,
I'm from the left bank of the Thames.

Lesson learned.
I hope to never, ever,
Make such a stupid mistake again,
But, you know,
There is a part of me,
A small part,
But a part none the less,
That almost enjoyed it,
Now what does that say about me,
And my subversive unconscious?

Actually,
Thinking about it now,
I think it best,
If I throw away this poem,
So you can never read it,
So you can never know,
Because,
Living in the nonsense poetry quarter,
You can never be too careful,
The daffodils gossip like triffids,
Round here.