Good morning Soupers!
Vapour is rising in wisps from the dew covered lawn. Overnight, snails had collected on the garden wall, lining up to greet the morning sun as it breaks free over the mountain range. The plumbago hedge, with its tufts of white flowers, looks other worldly this autumn dawn.
vapour is rising
in wisps from
the dew covered lawn
snails had collected
on the garden wall
lining up and greeting the
morning sun as it breaks free over the mountain range
the plumbago hedge
with its tufts of white flowers
on this autumn dawn
in the autumn of our lives we tend to
view things in a kinder light –
by the understanding that all matters are
not to be
black or white
© 2013 Suzette Crous
William McGonagall is under the direst threat today in his apparently unassailable position as author of the world's worst poem. The 19th century Scots bard's notorious lament for The Tay Bridge Disaster. I have blogged about this a while ago, comparing the worst poem ever and the best, A Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost (voted by the population of the USA a few years ago). The new contender for the position of worst poem/poet ever:A Tragedy by Theophile MarzialsDeath! Plop. The barges down in the river flop. Flop, plop, Above, beneath. From the slimy branches the grey drips drop... To the oozy waters, that lounge and flop... And my head shrieks - "Stop"And my heart shrieks - "Die."... Ugh! yet I knew - I knewIf a woman is false can a friend by true? It was only a lie from beginning to end--My Devil - My "friend."... So what do I care, And my head is empty as air - I can do, I can dare(Plop, plopThe barges flopDrip, drop.) I can dare, I can dare! And let myself all run away with my headAnd stop. DropDead. Plop, flop, Plop.Reference: http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2007/oct/03/news.johnezard
For more examples of some really awful “poems”, you may check out the following site:uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Worst_100_Short_Poems
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We all have some bad hair days regarding a poem that just does not want to gel. As we tend to take our inspiration from reading and listening to the works by other poets (here and elsewhere), it is not always clear what we should take on board as a fine example of poetry – or can we distinguish between what is good or bad poetry? I do not mean the contests with the list of winners. I mean the really awful lines foisted upon us by some people. Not all written lines can be construed as being worth the paper they are written on.
Here is my contribution to the one poem which makes me cringe with embarrassment. It had resulted in some heated discussions and I had eventually conceded that it is not a fine example of a haiku. I have subsequently labelled it a senryu and I stubbornly cling onto it. I included the correspondence between myself and the editor of frogpond in my book mentioned below. I learn as much by my mistakes as from success.
a door left ajar
an exit an entry
© 2012 Suzette Crous
Here is my challenge to you today: Would you be so brave as to sight a poem which you had written and had published (here or elsewhere), which you wish had never seen the light?
ROUNDEL CONTEST UPDATE:
1st place winner(s): PDF file copy of my book, DANCE OF THE WORDS - A Guide to Various Poetry Forms: Value $10.00