The Busse Combat Knives Poetry Club

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Rumor has it that, beneath Jerry's burly, knife wielding exterior, beats the sensitive heart of a wayward poet. So... I'm posting a selection from a book I'm writing of haiku about blowing bubbles:

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In the still night air

A moth's staccato wingbeats

Change a bubble's course.

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Lay that professional poetry guidance down on me, Jerry. Be honest--I can take it. Grind and polish me like a Flying Mojo, if need be.

And you Busseholics--let's hear your poetry. I'm sure some of you possess a poet's delicate sensibilities, just pining for the special nurturing which only a forum full of knifeknuts can give. Jerry, too. And Cliff. Its time for all of you to put up, either in free verse or rhyme. I promise not to sully your iambic pentameter with my scansion.

I double-dare you.
 
I will take that dare EVO!

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On a star lit night,

With the moon so bright,

There came a shreak of sheer delight.

For the news was out,

A new knife was about.

It had a charm, it was a beauty,

They'd aptly called her..........The ACTIVE DUTY.

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A grinder hums,

The sparks are flying,

Behold I hear the INFI crying.

She tries to break from the makers grasp,

She has no chance, he holds her fast.

As the radio plays an old Chuck Berry,

There's no escape, she's held by Jerry.

A transformation is taking place,

Here lies a knife with beauty and grace,

The night is long, but all worth while,

She's now a Busse of passion and style.

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Hows that for a starter - let me know if you want me to go all serious on you now EVO.....the beer should wear off soon....*BURP*...

:eek:
 
ahhhhh, isn't that sweet. Don't tell me that the boys have now seen your soft and mushy side Guy. :p ;)

Watch him fella's, once he gets going, it is hard to stop him!

Now that he has turned into a sensitive new age guy (SNAG), there are some nappies to be changed, when you are ready dear :D

he he he
 
I have a little turtle, he lives in a box.
He swims in a puddle, he climbs on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito, he snapped at a flea, he snapped at a minnow and he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito, he caught the flea, he caught the minnow, but he didn't catch ME:D :p



From 4th grade.....and that Bitch Ann Musselman used the same one just before I had to get up and recite mine.
She won the spelling Bee, and got that pretty "Red" ink pen too:barf:
Not that I hold a grudge or any thing.....:grumpy:
 
A little something I wrote that will make all you Edgar Allen Poe fans cringe can be found here.

Did someone say "Haiku"??? ;)
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Busse knife in hand,
As November air chills me.
Warm from inside out.
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Crows skate down the wind.
A "Mistress" in black clothing.
Dark lightning striking.
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Faint embers tremble.
Blades poke day's fading ashes.
Steely stars. How bright!!
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Morning people, for the record, I did not write that poor excuse for poetry above. Mrs gundy posted under my username.....

Just needed to clear that up...:eek: :D

Chuck, I like yours, very fluid
 
Originally posted by Eric Isaacson
Ok, this kinda scares me.
Click to expand...

I'm with Erci here,

Next thing you guys will be wearing Pink got infi? T shirts
 
Eric & Raden, It ain't easy (or pretty, for that matter) being a Renaissance Man. ;)
 
How about this:

Roses are Red
Violets are blue
My favorite knife is a Nimrod Special Edition Satin Jack
And none of you guys will ever see it or even know if I have it!
:p
 
here's a favorite from work:

Here I sit all broken hearted, tried to sss....

Darn...forgot how it ended.
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Oh...oh...here's another one,

Push the button, pull the train, out comes the chooo-choo train.

and,

Milk, milk, lemonade, round the corner and fudge is made;)

(1st grade at a public school)
 
or to harass the girls in grade school :

Roses are red , dirt is black .
Why is your chest as flat as yer back ?


:D
 
how about limericks?

There once was a man from Swaheenie,
who spilled some gin on his weenie,
not wanting to be uncouth,
he added vermouth,
and calmly, he slipped her a martini.
 
there once was a man from Milwaukee,
who loved to play ice hockey.
he got hit with the puck,
he screamed mother ****
as the fool hadn't worn his jockey:eek:
 
Okay, I get it!!! We'll intro the Active Duty!!!!. . . Now drink some more until it hits the highway. ;)
 
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