Dire Stait Vogan
Aint been in self notting ham
can't pure poured pig nostrils
wont chiff hanger choths bear kuddles
shant carburetor trial alphalawn
ain't all dentist parraish becon
can't worms don’t have teeth
width naw teeth I don’t eat
6/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
addiction, adventure, analogy, community,
Form: Vogon Poetry
When i said its over
i meant it
you should have just moved on instead of opening this
its too late now
whatever you are trying to find , its long gone
Categories:
10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Dun hill donuts don't make na change make no scents smelly, stinky non Everffiecent relvelenct tech no manure stench
Come apart partly cleft ain't none sun bench
Can't support the door when it hangs below the floor
crist, krash, dung
Life at the odhouse pod
4/24/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
adventure, allusion, analogy, character,
Form: Vogon Poetry
Such as in spindled spongey bargains lips
Casted both bolted skullduggery
Sappily candidly preside barrowed bricks
Philanthropy balled head lettuce apple tree
Restted rustic gondola swaying hips
Pressue mounts of disktoelay on the contraj
I am of I say displaced
An accomphishped barteded dan shunter
Rad taddered is the one “c” that’s blinded
Ship regaurd the paccswn
Angle fram bar grin
Possiticlee no shame
NoThIng-VoGoN
Drowning by the seleural light
Reace darkness flees, run in fro light
Whind Shine
2/28/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Categories:
absence, adventure, analogy, identity,
Form: Vogon Poetry
My Precious Mother
Mother's love is pure and bright,
Like the moon that shines at night.
Through the storms and through the rain,
She stands strong through joy and pain.
Her gentle hands, so soft and kind,
Wipe my tears and ease my mind.
With her voice, so warm and true,
She guides my heart in all I do.
When I fall, she lifts me high,
Like a bird that learns to fly.
Through her care, I've learned to see,
Love and strength live deep in me.
No gift on earth can match her grace,
Her love shines bright in every place.
Dear mother, I will always say,
I love you more with every day.
Categories:
age,
Form: Vogon Poetry
My trusty twagwanger trolblasted me
I’m woken by chitterlings and crampoons
twilling and twonking
I cover my mastificle
And try to hinkle on the bandistrap
As I splurtwangle my lickersplurge
I hear mercifulous melodies
Floating down
I dash to the bubbleblaster
And pick purple pongwinkles
To brighten my ardurachlego
I’m know they’ll wilt montoliously
Releasing rancid ramifrons
Which stink of chericock cheese …
An aroma from my heriboll
It reminds me of Chuckielens
And days spent at the verileges
Of the Zazabor San Tynfartest
Oh how we gurgled and benifolded
On the banks of Virwestsicage
Chuckilens would hold my twagwanger
Inspecting it with her tiny vesticart
I miss her every single sonyploose
Ramfestingly, I’m now asticern
I perect my with ponglithwait
Visitors no longer vangleswatch
But Iggilswander on the twillsidepath
I yearn for soltroghaphy
and hipleswagfest days
Categories:
humorous, i miss you,
Form: Vogon Poetry
In the enmeddling clingsome widewoven cleavage
Of the windwrapped menacehugging road
Torchurtoting time turns dangler of slopesliding sands
You slitrap the solum to seek the hideous nearlocked nook.
The crackfested road twisturns over your sleekshoulder
Oops griplifts you on its saddlekradle oldie
The jeopordized jagged journey trottrots slothened
With the time’s dustrapped flagcart cranked.
At the edgeend of the ruinrubbled road
Tormentrudged time turns terminist in blinkinstant
Chasetrack you till the twilight sundown duskdark
You longwish to restep on faden footstamps.
The crackripped road crumbler of dayspun dreams
Throws wrecktrash you in dismaydark debris
The jocundgelled journey ends in hopesucked incompleteness
Captivetrapped in deepdown time’s eternal sucksack infinitum.
Categories:
nonsense, time,
Form: Vogon Poetry
SPILLEGE SPOIL SYBER SIST-- Vogon Unofficial Anthem Poetry
Infused intensity of immense ignorant
Boils of blast feme burbling
Crackle and gilling clump coils
Of filament retardants…..coverings
Egos frost bitten frozen bumps
Cabbage patch dolls provocateur
Running ruins caveating wretch
Worldly scum virgate arresting…..whose
Developing deepen darts of daze
Daring divorced deities
Spillage spoil syber sist
Rope gatherings of responsive reeps…..what?
Tweet twik ti tork
Tweet twik ti tork
Tork twik ti Tweet
Wailing walls worship waters sung-songs
Of open offensives offerings
Spillage spoil syber sist
Vested virtues very vast
Undermining unfixed unumerously…..anthem
Spillage spoil syber sist
1/17/25
For Vogon Poetry Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
Categories:
analogy, anxiety, environment, how
Form: Vogon Poetry
My, how wamburdsly vett skitterelees
yammer in modduskwom, sutty slivers,
every pop muddleskiddly of red-orange,
in zakrum, zezzledop, vixaddamoth blur!
To see maxfluppinnes' purpled zizum,
at tillaradoom jazzowdline's tyll sass;
in pithy, murldizzily, gibborton ullius,
of dizzledop, rose, klixmuth contrast!
Exotion blue, wivern tuqlore so green,
and aximinuthy, of gold deemeried yox;
in burgundy-brown, tardily gimmixles,
and darkly, zimmery, villy moon shocks.
My, the wimpledug, lulliate, sable sith,
the gimminy, pinkly zappers of swiftly.
'Midst tealish, flimmering, lilac flitters;
smoking, floxam, hegemsity-a mystery!
Categories:
beautiful, color, mystery, nature,
Form: Vogon Poetry
My devilish mausoleum painted
with bloodcurdling remains
Cobweb gives spine-tingling
in mummified body
Tonyx
The knowledge of necromancy
- unknown X ?
Macabre beasts, tyrannize
a world of exorcism
Anti depressants !
The galaxy grows cold and poor
GoRe, gorE ... GoOOOre
- destroy the planet
Haunted xanadu didilduX
Categories:
angst, philosophy,
Form: Vogon Poetry
VOGON BUT NOT FORGOTTEN
They were here, in their creative funk
Writing and speaking poetry as if drunk
Recognised as verses in their own way
They kept chanting, hoping we’d obey
But as always, so awful to see and hear
Expecting those affected to shed a tear
A poem directed at us, time and again
Never interpreting our wincing as pain
One might just have seen some feeling
But it was disgusting, leaving us reeling
It kept going on and on, never ending
As a jerky delivery, not heart rending
Personal readings thought to be alright
Not as bad as on Vogon Poetry Night
Categories:
planet, poetry,
Form: Vogon Poetry
If love were my bililligig
and thou my comely sorrcondor,
I’d shirren courst thine eyes assiligig
as mine own gane sizzon begondor.
Oh, mine hertzen hurtzen!
How could thoust be so frigidid
to blangst a sorrow murtzen
and forganen mine own brigidid?
Days pas in sorrest somburlen,
deviling in dark with horrdicap mourn.
I succumb to thoughts vorboturten,
comfort resangst your sassascorn.
Categories:
conflict, love, nonsense, words,
Form: Vogon Poetry
I miss you now, miss the scent of your perfume smeared all over my body, just after hugging you tight, feeling our heart signals jamming frequencies around us, miss the melting moisture your hands catches whenever I caress you fingers, I miss the slowly dying feeling of my spine when you sooths your silky soft fingers on my back, miss you now,
I miss the raging flames running in my body streams, whenever you lay your seductive libs on my neck, I mean, the drying marros in my bones, the flashing blank spots in my brain, miss the velocity of my pulse, racing so fast, distributing shivers all over my body, miss you now,
I miss the sound of your voice, as you whisper indistinct words of love in my left ear, I mean, the vibrations in your tone, as they forge their ways into my eardrums, I could sense my body ports, shutting one after the other, miss the pure reflection of me whenever you open your eyes, trapped inside those beautiful eyes, miss the warmth in your laughter, whenever I crack jokes with you, MISS YOU
Categories:
friend, hope, how i
Form: Vogon Poetry
ARMGAUNT EFTES and RIBAUDRED
fub
poppering
with
pibble-pabble
&
impetico
insisture
tanling
the
tirrit passado
forgetive
pioned
to
a fedarie
pajocked
pash &
toged
Categories:
poetry, word play,
Form: Vogon Poetry
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Categories:
nonsense,
Form: Vogon Poetry
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