Really Bad Poetry

Inspired by the beautiful verses I heard the other night at Def Poetry Jam I decided to pull out my old notebook of poems. I was not necessarily surprised by the raw lack of talent demonstrated in most of them. To say that they are a heaping mound of rubbish might be an overstatement, but it’s one that I’m willing to make.

See, most of the crap was written years ago when I was under the assumption that if I just kept writing that I would be good at it. Practice makes perfect and all that mumbo jumbo. I was wrong. Writing words on a page without taking the time to study them does not make a better writer. It makes a great heaping mound of rubbish.

I do have to admit that every few pages I found a line here or there that actually flowed well. That was encouraging. And then I stumbled on one that actually had a title. This is notable because I only put titles on things when I’m done with them AND have decided the thing doesn’t suck. Once I saw the title I had to read the whole poem and once I finished reading I had to laugh and once I was done laughing I had to share.
Vacation
Head cracked on rock
Walking in the sand
Blood across my forehead
Can’t remember who I am
Got two eyes, two ears, two arms, two legs
A nose and a mouth
I see, I hear and I feel it all
On the inside and the out
My name might have been quite beautiful
My life could have been so grand
Then I cracked my head upon a rock
Now I’m walking in the sand
I have a vague recollection of writing this one and I know that it amused me at the time. Hopefully this is as funny to others as it is to me, or maybe this is going to be one of those things where you had to be there. If it is then it is and I won’t try to explain it.