Haikufeel :: Weird poems

A made up dream

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 19:34:00 +0100

I never remember,
what I dream,
but sometimes I like,
to just make up a theme,
and write about that random subject,
however wierd it can seem.

A chair could be jumping,
up and down,
as a stupid old doll,
could have become a clown,
my pencilcase could have,
jumped on my bed,
my jumper could have,
found my pencil some lead.

As I try to find objects,
to personificate,
I think of a teddy bear,
coming to toy school late.

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Darn it!!!!

nuria@haikufeel.com (Nuria Duran Calzada) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 17:48:00 +0100

Darn it,
Darn it,
Why am I saying darn it?

Darn it,
Darn it,
Why am I so mad?

Darn it,
Darn it ...

DARN IT!!

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The random day poem

nuria@haikufeel.com (Nuria Duran Calzada) — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 08:50:26 +0100

On Friday's song,
I heard a dong,
At saturday night,
I had a fight,
At sunday school,
we sang a rule,
A monday morning,
I was moaning,
On tuesday morning,
School was boring,
In wednesday noon,
Was it an afternoon?
At thursday night,
I finished this random day poem and had a delight.

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Mr fish, dish or wish?

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Mon, 18 Jun 2012 11:37:00 +0100

Mr fish,
what do you wish?
My name is not fish but mr. Dish.
and I wish that you would wish that I was a fish.
Well I wish that you were a fish.
Am I Finished?

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Oh yes you caught me, I just said it again.

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sat, 25 Feb 2012 13:04:00 +0100

Potato,
the word feels nice,
Potato.

The lovely taste of original chips,
Oh my dear potato.

How would the world be without potato, potato?
Am I seriously talking to a potato, potato?
Oh my gosh, potato!
Why am I talking to you, potato?
Why can't I stop saying potato, potato?
Why potato, why are you doing this to me, potato?
Why is this poem getting so random, potato?
Oh, I regret saying all those nice things about you, potato!
Hey stop it, potato!
Seriously!
Hey I didn't say potato there!
Oh yes you caught me, I just said it again.

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A turtle limerick

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 16 Mar 2011 13:18:00 +0100

This limerick doesn't make any sense but it is still a poem.

There once was a turtle called hi,
who ate everything but pie,
she ate a small piece of cake,
not knowing she was at the lake,
and the whole thing fell off the sky.

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Dong!

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 10 Mar 2011 18:27:00 +0100

When I sit,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I stand up,
ready to go out,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I get my bag,
and I leave,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

When I go to my next class,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?

Guess it...

DONG!!!!!!!

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What a nonsense type of past!

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 20:08:00 +0100

I once had a car,
that went so far,
and I was unable,
to learn the times table

And when I,
wanted a pie,
I could not eat,
something like meat.

Mum went to space,
to sketch the face,
of my grandma,
and my grandpa.

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A wierd dream

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sun, 30 Jan 2011 16:21:00 +0100

My Camera walks,
my clock sings,
my closet smells a pie,
my bin protests,
my pen starts to roll,
my labtop starts to fly,
my album tugs on to my teddy which fights back.
Everything is a disaster.
Then my favorite glass jar drags himself out of the shelf,
and when I try to catch it....
IT WAS ONLY A DREAM!!!!

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Muddled up senses

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 13:16:00 +0100

I was walking down the dark streets of the brown, old city,
And I walked past a weird guy.
I was too shy to look at him in the eye,
but I knew that his hair was blue.
I saw that his skin was purple,
and his eyebrows were green.
His wiggly arms were at the level of his dirty feet.
His black ears on the end of his waist,
his strange-looking eyes on the top of his toes.
His disgusting yellow mouth was tucked in his belly,
and he wore his blue hair as if it were his cloak.
His face you may ask,
what did it have?
He left it empty,
he left it blank.
So if he ever needed it for 1 or 2 extra senses,
he would add it on,
and like that he would carry on.

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Thingy-Thangy Thing

micaandersongeneva@gmail.com (Miça Anderson) — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 15:19:00 +0100

I found a little thing
On the floor in the corridor
It looked cold,it looked sore
But I didn't pick it up.
It wriggled it it's shell
And turned onto it's back
It said it was 5 years old
And it's name was Mack
So I took Mack out side
And tossed him in the bin
And I thought that would be the end of him.
But when I opened my locker
At the end of this long school day
I reached inside and.....
Nothing was in my way!
I peered around my locker
I checked around the floor
But the things in my locker
Just weren't there anymore.
I searched my bag for my ID
But that was gone too!
And my locker key too!
So I ran to the office
To report a theft
And the office said there was no Mica Anderson in this school.
I screamed and ran outside
And it was because of this Thingy-Thangy Thing
Lying on it's back
Becasue of this stupid little thing
A thing called Mack.
I woke up in the morning
And everything was fine
It was just a silly dream
I went to open my window..
And there was the THING.

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Weirdthingy

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 19:33:00 +0100

wierdthingy, wierdthingy,
wierdthingy, I don't care,
they don't even obey the wierd poem I've written,
about the discusting mitten.

They just think about their poem,
"oh how good it is" they say,
because they don't want to here my poem,
and that is not fair.

the poem is what you are doing right now,
I say,
And this thime they don't listen,
because they are practicing a play!
AND THEY WANT ME TO GO AWAY!!!!!!

By Judit Duran Calzada

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NOT

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 19:34:00 +0100

He says he is pretty,
but he is not,
he says he is king but he is not.

He makes you say,
"your majesty",
but we do not.

He has big sharp purple teeth,
so when you don't obey,
you will end up like beef.

So, Attention!
becareful!
because if you don't say,
"your majesty",
you'll end up like:
eaten up beef!!!!

By Judit Duran Calzada

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Weird Face

judit@haikufeel.com (Judit Duran) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:35:00 +0100

Scary face,
ugly face,
all these words,
when they ask me describe him,
there are 1,000 words.

Some people will call him scary,
some will call him ugly,
but my personal opinion is,
he's weird and that makes me worry.

poor him doesn't he know?
people are laughing at him,
and he doesn't think so.

By Judit Duran Calzada

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