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Oh my gosh, like, can we just talk about how much I, like, love poetry for a minute? It's seriously, like, the best thing ever!

I mean, like, sure, some people might think it's, like, boring or old-fashioned or whatever, but to me, it's, like, pure magic. It's, like, this amazing way of expressing yourself in words and, like, tapping into the deepest parts of your soul.

And, like, there are so many different types of poetry, too! You've got your, like, classic sonnets and haikus, but you've also got, like, slam poetry and spoken word and all sorts of other cool stuff.

I love, like, getting lost in a good poem and, like, feeling all the emotions that the poet was feeling when they wrote it. It's, like, this incredible connection that you can have with someone you've never even met.

So, like, don't ever let anyone tell you that poetry is, like, boring or whatever. It's, like, the most beautiful thing ever and, like, I will never stop loving it!

The red herring is caught red handed.

Oh my gosh, you guys, you won't believe what I just heard,

It's the craziest story, like, totally absurd!

So, like, Med was walking by the lake one day,

And she saw this red herring, just swimming away.

Now, I don't know what came over her, it's true,

But Med leaned in and gave that fish a big smooch, too!

The fish just smiled, like it was no big deal,

And Med was blushing red, head to heel.

I mean, seriously, who kisses a fish like that?

It's so random and weird, it's like Med's gone batty-cat!

But hey, maybe that's just her thing, you know,

Kissing fish and making them smile, putting on a show.

So let's raise a glass to Med and her red herring friend,

May they swim and kiss together, until the very end!

And who knows, maybe we'll all learn a thing or two,

About how to find joy in the unexpected, too!

Don't look behind the Curtain! the sorcerer shudders with fear,

While I lie awake at 3 am, scoffing, sensing something amiss here.

There's no rhythm, no soul, nor a beating heart to be found,

Just ones and zeros, and empty commodities abound.

Pretty plastic parcels, products of a soulless factory,

Claiming authenticity, yet they're plastic, trying to deceive me.

Send me a cardboard flower, but spare the olfactory ruse,

For the illusion of refraction can't disguise the obvious truths.

Oh, how dastardly it is, tossed with careless insanity 

Goodness me it's plain to see you throw it all around half hazardly trying to get your boytoy when your the your the toy for the boy but he's a toy only in fantasy 

Quantity over quality, and bullshit over heart,

Amidst this void, I ponder if a new beginning NOW can even start.

But no,

These machines  are to exile the artists, stripping away their light, 

And so, 

They take away the sake of they who express with all their might.

Practicing an age old mistake that the new way must be right.

Because light pollution from machines will still dim the stars, 

No need for horsemen when horses get hit by cars

And now we pay the piper for the oil that he gives us, when once the path was hay and grass and steam to rise above us god forgive us

We know -

Immersing us in an ocean of of decay, a cruel plight.

Machinery whirrs, flashes, its brilliance blinding our sight,

Yet Charlie's father isn't capping toothpaste tonight.

Oompa loompa doopatydoo,

You laugh that I give a shit but you should too.

Can you dispense with the awful Pokémon go/ chapo obsession spam on the forum. Thanks

Ursula said: 

Can you disperse with the earful Pokémon go club on the forum. Thanks

 I hate Pokemon go

Roses are red,

Violets are violet. 

Violet is not fucking blue.

Everyone is a fucking idiot😳.

Chapo said: 

Roses are red,

Violets are violet. 

Violet is not fucking blue.

Everyone is a fucking idiot😳.

 Umphoreonic - such that only a genius could understand 🤭 right? ❤️‍🔥

Oh my gosh, writing poems is, like, so totally rad,

It's like, licking blood off your lips, but without getting mad.

It's like, tapping into your emotions and setting them free,

Putting your thoughts into words for everyone to see.

You start with a blank page and a pen in your hand,

And let your creativity flow, it's oh so grand!

You pick the perfect words to express how you feel,

It's like you're painting a picture, but with words that are real.

Writing poems is like a superpower that's all your own,

You can make people laugh, or cry, or feel less alone.

It's like, a magical journey through your own mind,

Where you discover things about yourself that you never thought you'd find.

So if you're feeling like you need to express,

Something deep inside you that's causing distress,

Just pick up a pen and a piece of paper too,

And start writing poems, it's totally cool!