Badass Literary Treatise

Pearlyn's Tribute

Reproduced with kind permission from Pearlyn. Original entry here

you were my truest companion
you were my truest friend
you were there when i needed someone to talk to
you were there when i needed a hand

you woke me up every morning
even on the rainy days
you were in on my conversations
conveyed my smiles, frowns & craze

you knew the unsent stories
the ones that remained on store
and i could count on you to remember
details that would normally bore

you were always a good mediator
and had a keen eye for pictures too
(mostly) quick and intently capable
you humoured me even when i needed the loo

i only had one gripe -
you weren’t really the ideal size
but im not one to complain much
especially in the face of such a prize

sadly i didn’t see it coming
your departure was sudden & swift
someone stole you from me
its now too late for what-ifs

now that youre gone
ive got to look for someone new
someone who is sharp & quick
someone as reliable as you

i need to recollect those secrets
new memories out there to accrue
but while i find this new companion
know that i am missing you… :(

Pearlyn's Poetical Tribute to her Nokia Handphone that apparently got stolen. May a voracious blood sucking paraite infest his posterior.

Teenage Bad Poetry

I'm going to thoroughly embarass myself by dredging out some Love Poems that I have written in the past. This is perhaps worse than showing you my gawky teenage photos. I beg the merciful indulgence of my readers to remember what it was like falling in love when you were but a teenager. Yes, yes I know, sympathies to the poor girl I sent this to.

Age: 16

Title: Your Love (adapted from My Love by Robert Burns)

Your Love is like a red red Rose

Perfect in shape and form

I reacherd my hand to grasp that bloom

And promptly found a thorn

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Your love is like the deep blue sea

Enfolding hidden mysteries

Failed to see the ice and floes

My hot blood you did freeze

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Your love is like a rainbow

In truth I did give chase

Twas not gold that I found

But a loud 'No' to my face

.

You must think that I'd soon learn

Your love is not for me

"Not so" quoth one so brave

A fool in love with thee

Chicken Talk Redux

Having read Chicken Curry Conversations, Master Wordsmith Orangeclouds shows us how it is done. What can I say? She's a professional. I love it! Not sure if I got the breaks done correctly though. Italicised lines are my favourite.

Twiddling their straws and stroking their glasses they mused,

Some in sighs and others loudly on checklists, Careers, Cupid and choices;

Unsure if one was being foolish or wise,

That the heart should leap at the meeting of eyes.

The prize: lifelong flint, or the embers of solitude;

As one steels tired flesh for the uncertain chase,

Or stay, unmoved, as the will to act dies.

The light dims on yet another week

Of words encouraging and chatter fruitless;

As the wheels turn, the hidden Hand steering them closer to the day of sweet rest.