Thread: KICK ASS POEM(thumbs way up)

This should be in open chat........
By the way the poem sucks.

Originally Posted by ForemanRules

This should be in open chat........
By the way the poem sucks.

lol I like it.

foreman does too, hes just being grumpy. lol.

i thought it was cool.

Originally Posted by swordfish

foreman does too, hes just being grumpy. lol.

i thought it was cool.

The poem wasn't bad, ForemanRules just like to cry and complain about everything. OP, thanks for posting.

Originally Posted by KelJu

The poem wasn't bad, ForemanRules just like to cry and complain about everything. OP, thanks for posting.

Shut your trap Troll

Originally Posted by ForemanRules

Shut your trap Troll

Make me shut it Troll. You are an asshole in every post I have read lately. You post nothing helpful to anyone. You bitch, moan, and complain about everything. I came to these forums looking for advice and everyone has been very helpful. The experience has made me a supporter of these forums for as long as they exist. But, you on the other hand are a piece of shit, propaganda spewing, rude, asshole.

Did you get picked on a lot in grade school? Is that why you are such a baddass on the Internet? Wow, I want to be big and tough on the internet too. Teach me wise and mighty one. I want to cut people down and make fun of everybody like you do.

Let me have a try.
YOUR POEM SUCKS DUDE! Bush sucks, too. I bet Bush told you that poem. Shut your piehole troll. Woot Woot.
How was that? I think I did a good job!

Originally Posted by KelJu

Make me shut it Troll. You are an asshole in every post I have read lately. You post nothing helpful to anyone. You bitch, moan, and complain about everything. I came to these forums looking for advice and everyone has been very helpful. The experience has made me a supporter of these forums for as long as they exist. But, you on the other hand are a piece of shit, propaganda spewing, rude, asshole.

Did you get picked on a lot in grade school? Is that why you are such a baddass on the Internet? Wow, I want to be big and tough on the internet too. Teach me wise and mighty one. I want to cut people down and make fun of everybody like you do.

Let me have a try.
YOUR POEM SUCKS DUDE! Bush sucks, too. I bet Bush told you that poem. Shut your piehole troll. Woot Woot.
How was that? I think I did a good job!

Yes I did.....will you give me a hug

make your own thread with your own poems foreman. everyone else seems to like it except you.

Originally Posted by swordfish

make your own thread with your own poems foreman. everyone else seems to like it except you.

Looks like one or two people like it

on a side note I think KelJu is in love with me

Originally Posted by ForemanRules

Looks like one or two people like it

because thats all the people that have posted in this forum.

Originally Posted by swordfish

because thats all the people that have posted in this forum.

I love poetry so its not that, I just strongly dislike bad poetry.

which is why this is a good poem.

Originally Posted by KelJu

Make me shut it Troll. You are an asshole in every post I have read lately. You post nothing helpful to anyone. You bitch, moan, and complain about everything. I came to these forums looking for advice and everyone has been very helpful. The experience has made me a supporter of these forums for as long as they exist. But, you on the other hand are a piece of shit, propaganda spewing, rude, asshole.

Did you get picked on a lot in grade school? Is that why you are such a baddass on the Internet? Wow, I want to be big and tough on the internet too. Teach me wise and mighty one. I want to cut people down and make fun of everybody like you do.

Let me have a try.
YOUR POEM SUCKS DUDE! Bush sucks, too. I bet Bush told you that poem. Shut your piehole troll. Woot Woot.
How was that? I think I did a good job!

I don't think poetry should have anything to do with weightlifting, but if it gets some pink dumbbell wrist curling pussies to start squatting then I'm all for it.

I really enjoyed the poem.
And I must agree that Foreman is a bitch.
But I think he's just a misunderstood little bitch.
We all need to be nice and coax out to play nicely

Originally Posted by myCATpowerlifts

I really enjoyed the poem.
And I must agree that Foreman is a bitch.
But I think he's just a misunderstood little bitch.
We all need to be nice and coax out to play nicely

Stop sending me PM's telling me you want to have my baby

Down with foreman! Good poem, tell him to shut his pie hole and suck on a egg if foreman does anymore.

Originally Posted by Imwithstupid926

Down with foreman! Good poem, tell him to shut his pie hole and suck on a egg if foreman does anymore.

This thread is an insult to the training section and a bigger insult to poetry

whats insulting foreman is you wont leave well enough alone and stay out of this thread.

Originally Posted by bio-chem

whats insulting foreman is you wont leave well enough alone and stay out of this thread.

You need to come over to my house and pray with me.

A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood

Measures its flowing, so it sometimes seems.

I hear a gentle murmur as it streams;

Where the wound lies I've never understood.



Like water meadows, boulevards are flooded.

Cobblestones, crisscrossed by scarlet rills,

Are islands; creatures come and drink their fill.

Nothing in nature now remains unblooded.



I used to hope that wine could bring me ease,

Could lull asleep my deeply gnawing mind.

I was a fool: the senses clear with wine.



I looked to Love to cure my old disease.

Love led me to a thicket of IVs

Where bristling needles thirsted for each vein.

Originally Posted by ForemanRules

A fountain's pulsing sobs--like this my blood

Measures its flowing, so it sometimes seems.

I hear a gentle murmur as it streams;

Where the wound lies I've never understood.



Like water meadows, boulevards are flooded.

Cobblestones, crisscrossed by scarlet rills,

Are islands; creatures come and drink their fill.

Nothing in nature now remains unblooded.



I used to hope that wine could bring me ease,

Could lull asleep my deeply gnawing mind.

I was a fool: the senses clear with wine.



I looked to Love to cure my old disease.

Love led me to a thicket of IVs

Where bristling needles thirsted for each vein.

This poem is good, but I liked the OP's better. I am not saying the OP's poem is better, just that I liked it more. The OP's poem made me laugh rather than think about sad things. I think about life too much as it is, so a good laugh is priceless.

BTW, everyone could have avoided this whole flaming shit throwing contest had you just posted this poem to begin with instead of dumping all over the thread.

Originally Posted by KelJu[B

]This poem is good, but I liked the OP's better[/B]. I am not saying the OP's poem is better, just that I liked it more. The OP's poem made me laugh rather than think about sad things. I think about life too much as it is, so a good laugh is priceless.

BTW, everyone could have avoided this whole flaming shit throwing contest had you just posted this poem to begin with instead of dumping all over the thread.

So you think his poem is better than....................



Charles Baudelaire

The son of Joseph-Francois Baudelaire and Caroline Archimbaut Dufays, Charles Baudelaire was born in Paris in 1821. Baudelaire's father, who was thirty years older than his mother, died when the poet was six. Baudelaire was very close with his mother (much of what is known of his later life comes from the letters he wrote her), but was deeply distressed when she married Major Jacques Aupick. In 1833, the family moved to Lyons where Baudelaire attended a military boarding school. Shortly before graduation, he was kicked out for refusing to give up a note passed to him by a classmate. Baudelaire spent the next two years in Paris' Latin Quarter pursuing a career as a writer and accumulating debt. It is also believed that he contracted syphilis around this time.

In 1841 his parents sent him on ship to India, hoping the experience would help reform his bohemian urges. He left the ship, however, and returned to Paris in 1842. Upon his return, he received a large inheritance, which allowed him to live the life of a Parisian dandy. He developed a love for clothing and spent his days in the art galleries and cafes of Paris. He experimented with drugs such as hashish and opium. He fell in love with Jeanne Duval, who inspired the "Black Venus" section of Les Fleurs du mal. By 1844, he had spent nearly half of his inheritance. His family won a court order that appointed a lawyer to manage Baudelaire's fortune and pay him a small "allowance" for the rest of his life.

To supplement his income, Baudelaire wrote art criticism, essays, and reviews for various journals. His early criticism of contemporary French painters such as Eugene Delacroix and Gustave Courbet earned him a reputation as a discriminating if idiosyncratic critic. In 1847, he published the autobiographical novella La Fanfarlo. His first publications of poetry also began to appear in journals in the mid-1840s. In 1854 and 1855, he published translations of Edgar Allen Poe, whom he called a "twin soul." His translations were widely acclaimed.

In 1857, Auguste Poulet-Malassis published the first edition of Les Fleurs du mal. Baudelaire was so concerned with the quality of the printing that he took a room near the press to help supervise the book's production. Six of the poems, which described lesbian love and vampires, were condemned as obscene by the Public Safety section of the Ministry of the Interior. The ban on these poems was not lifted in France until 1949. In 1861, Baudelaire added thirty-five new poems to the collection. Les Fleurs du mal afforded Baudelaire a degree of notoriety; writers such as Gustave Flaubert and Victor Hugo wrote in praise of the poems. Flaubert wrote to Baudelaire claiming, "You have found a way to inject new life into Romanticism. You are unlike anyone else [which is the most important quality]." Unlike earlier Romantics, Baudelaire looked to the urban life of Paris for inspiration. He argued that art must create beauty from even the most depraved or "non-poetic" situations.

Les Fleurs du mal, with its explicit sexual content and juxtapositions of urban beauty and decay, only added to Baudelaire's reputation as a poéte maudit (cursed poet). Baudelaire enhanced this reputation by flaunting his eccentricities; for instance, he once asked a friend in the middle of a conversation "Wouldn't it be agreeable to take a bath with me?" Because of the abundance of stories about the poet, it is difficult to sort fact from fiction.

In the 1860s Baudelaire continued to write articles and essays on a wide range of subjects and figures. He was also publishing prose poems, which were posthumously collected in 1869 as Petits poémes en prose (Little Poems in Prose). By calling these non-metrical compositions poems, Baudelaire was the first poet to make a radical break with the form of verse.

In 1862, Baudelaire began to suffer nightmares and increasingly bad health. He left Paris for Brussels in 1863 to give a series of lectures, but suffered from several strokes that resulted in partial paralysis. On August 31, 1867, at the age of forty-six, Charles Baudelaire died in Paris. Although doctors at the time didn't mention it, it is likely that syphilis caused his final illness. His reputation as poet at that time was secure; writers such as Stephane Mallarmé, Paul Verlaine, and Arthur Rimbaud claimed him as a predecessor. In the 20th century, thinkers and artists as diverse as Jean-Paul Sartre, Walter Benjamin, Robert Lowell and Seamus Heaney have celebrated his work.

Jesus dude, can you understand plan and simple English? What the fuck did I say? Go read it again, because you obviously didn't bother to comprehend it. I said "I AM NOT SAYING THAT THE OP"S POEM IS BETTER, JUST THAT I LIKED IT MORE". For God's sake I even said why I liked it more. Grrrr

Fuck it! Explaining anything to you in a rational manner is pointless. You hear what you want to hear instead of what people are actually saying. You are not misunderstood, your just a big child.

Originally Posted by KelJu

Jesus dude, can you understand plan and simple English? What the fuck did I say? Go read it again, because you obviously didn't bother to comprehend it. I said "I AM NOT SAYING THAT THE OP"S POEM IS BETTER, JUST THAT I LIKED IT MORE". For God's sake I even said why I liked it more. Grrrr

Fuck it! Explaining anything to you in a rational manner is pointless. You hear what you want to hear instead of what people are actually saying. You are not misunderstood, your just a big child.

what was wrong with foremans poem? I thought it was good!