The poems I never wrote are
all here on my page on this site
I mean it
I plagiarised every one of them
from some wannabe poet
that got expelled back in pre school
I’ve an excellent memory
and am a recalcitrant liar
But now I’m coming clean
No time for homework
I just wanted to play
Teacher beat me badly
for wasting my life away
I enjoyed my childhood
those were the days
Still to win this contest
a backhander I will pay
Poem below is my own
so now I’ll have my say
Ba Ba black sheep
have hue - buckled my shoe
Three four -the cow jumped-
everywhere a moo moo!
The end
The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Hue gave this an N/A
Categories:
plagiarised, childhood, fun, ireland,
Form: Kwansaba
When Evie wrote her first cook book
Her neighbour, Val, oh how she shook
What she found on page nine
Was HER steak in red wine
She declared sneaky Evie a crook
It caused such abominable troubles
Especially when Val’s cousin, Bubbles
Found HER trout recipe
On page seventy three
Evie's reputation is in rubbles
For Evie her goose is now cooked
‘Fowl’ actions can’t be overlooked
Recipes not by her
Sure has caused quite a stir
Her deception it now has been booked
Thanks to Lin Lane for her comment on the poem which inspired the final stanza ... and before anyone asks ... I DID ask permission to use her thoughts lol!
Inspired after reading an article on recipes being plagiarised
https://www.eater.com/2015/3/19/8259393/recipe-plagiarism-in-the-food-world-is-still-rampant
04/02/20
Categories:
plagiarised, conflict, food, truth,
Form: Limerick
I couldn’t believe my eyes
My poem plagiarised
you’re thinking that’s life
but it was on a his thingy site
what pooped me off right
Facebook banned me for life
when I shared it on their site
3 days actually but it don’t rhyme
my poem is a poor no write
what a moment in my life
I'm on a poor no site
I hope I don’t get in trouble with soup too
in this write now where I’m telling you,
for my pen is known to be rude
I’m the poor no poet dude!!’
Categories:
plagiarised, anger, poetry,
Form: Rhyme
An ‘International Poet’
Is his own claim to fame
With seven books all published
It seems he knows his game
He covers many genres
Satire to tragedy
He wants his special messages
To impact you and me
Some poems are his very own
It’s not too hard to tell
The rhythm often faltering
And he doesn’t rhyme too well
But sometimes there’s an entry
That stops you in your track
When something seems familiar
And then your brains you rack
Where could I have seen it?
I’ve read it all before
I told my friends about it
They told me to make sure
And so I searched the Internet
And I looked everywhere
Then there it was, the self same one
And the author’s name was there!
So I put pen to paper
To say I was surprised
That he had said he’d written it
The work was plagiarised
He never got back to me
He hasn’t made a sound
But I’ll stick around for now
Although he’s gone to ground
Written by Ros Hicks 5th December 2018
Categories:
plagiarised, poets,
Form: Blank verse
Bad revelations reveal colours of truth
you stole this poem from me now didn't you,
I found you yesterday
and what can I say?
Take down my poem,
you stole it without me knowing.
Always remember who took something away,
In your memory I will be your enemy,
I don't know you at all
but it's clear you're a fool,
pretending you wrote this,
superficial and false,
you've a fake personality
in your unreal reality,
hoping your theft will make you a salary.
In this moment please heed,
you can get done legally,
if you would like to be freed
delete my poem immediately.
Cus you're lit up by light,
you stole this alright,
and those who are sighted
tell those unsighted of your write,
the karma came back around,
and your ass it did bite.
It will be a blessing for you,
if my poem is removed,
because if it is not,
your ass will meet my shoe,
and remember you're nothing,
but a petty criminal.
To INNOCENT Komakech,
By Nick Trim
Categories:
plagiarised, parody, slam,
Form: Rhyme
an anthology
of senryu how can that be
i write
---
a classic senryu
plagiarised a masters write
copyright abused
---
the thief
robbed me clean
my son
---
i write my own
why do i tell lies
i type
---
my voice
silenced dumb i suffer
my pc speaks
---
i walk many miles
my camera at the ready
i tell lies too
---
she vents he vents
like a volcano erupts
hot their words flow
---
the clown always laughs
that is not at all funny
it should be you
---
my words flow
word drops of pure pleasure
yes i am a poet
---
spontaneous writes
my muse most attentive glares
their not my words
************
A RIDDLE
one and then another,
destination a period,
why stop?
***********
Categories:
plagiarised, me,
Form: Senryu
QUAIL ARMY SONG
I don’t know but I’ve been told
No quail born ever gets old
It’s plain that we gotta fight
For each and ev’ry God-given right
To be quails and not hors d’oeuvres
It’s simply what we all deserve
We want quail houses with double glazing
Is that so very amazing?
And quail babies and quail mortgages;
And not to end up as quail sausages;
To pick up our old-age quail pension,
And not even have to mention
Ignominiously turning up
In a French mustard dip,
Like uncle Bert who met an early death
As pate on a singing soldier’s breath :
“47 Chevy and a tankful of gas,*
Quail liver pate kinds tastes like grass”.
………………………………………………………
*Plagiarised from HEARTBREAK RIDGE movie
(From my collection of Bird Poetry and Other Pretensious Crap"
Categories:
plagiarised, humorous,
Form: Couplet
Failing Light
Come you not by faltering keyboard
Or the disastrous fandango’s of poetic minds
The niches and grand beaches of eloquent ink
Lost to us now
Mourned are such names
Who by inspiration alone delighted
Cut from swathes by idiotic stalks
Have ground their words to paltry dust
But beginnings must
And so in the crests and wallows of verbiage; retire and retreat
The willing light once was
But now written for better pages
We dream on to reach such articulate and enunciated heights
But fail
Fail; yes; in ramblings misspellings of art
With crude black marks of censorship reiterate such opinions
And become a convenient diary
Plagiarised without a dictionary
Poetry ?
Categories:
plagiarised, hope, people
Form: Free verse
She governs my heart...
she governs my love...
...I entrust her to rule...
she will fend off the false heart
plagiarised by blind cruel...
for no other can deliver...
unto her...
with deepest sentiment...
without self grandeur...
Formidable faith...
...I beseech you not...
yet from great distance
...I feel the command of
this powerful force...
I stand aside...witness...
her disdain...
I will restore your faith
in me...
...Are you not blind...
your cup filled with such
desire...
...you govern this heart...
this soul empire...
rescue all that I am worth...
for this love in parts damned...
...for this bridge to your heart
wise with design...
...no other shalt cherish...
this kiss is mine...
...this love...this all I am worth
...for my heart knows
what you do...
...this love you exude...
Categories:
plagiarised, passion, love,
Form: Lyric
And yet they will say
That I was not
Or will not say
That I was
Or was not
Or perhaps not
They
With BAs and MAs
Will take these words away
This is the Author’s curse
They will say
I was spoken
I was slave
To grammar and verse
They will write
As I have written
About my nothingness
My motionlessness
The extent of my existence
My stolen words
Xeroxed in every thought
Through plagiarised verse
They will say
I have written nothing
I have authored nothing
I have been authored
By those who file
These words in single file
Of severed selves
Into the alphabetised order
Of library shelves
Categories:
plagiarised, on writing and words,
Form: I do not know?