There once was someone who blew chunks from her va-jay-jay,
She liked to post stupid blogs that were gay-gay,
Her avatar was a pair of lips,
Schmawy wanted her hips,
And the rest of the Sift could only pray-pray.

Comment hidden because you are ignoring dag. (show it anyway)

The talent in this thread is abysmal
Pardon me while I chug pepto-bismo.

That's all I got.

Not about to see your way.
And if you want to find hell with me...
--gdaɲsk

Submiting a video, from one to a few,
Sitting eternally, wasting in my queue.
They range from kittens to days of lore,
Promote too much and be labeled a vote whore.
Well fuck you sir, and your judging eyes,
get on a stairmaster, and scrape your pudgy thighs.

I wont make poetry but ill give you a video. I has a cat... and even Guinness!

Very nice to wake up and actually find some poems, here!

Thanks for the video, Nord! I heart kitty.

It was the day before Christmas in 2008
and people were drawn together by fate
I tell you now a frightening tale
of mischievous horror at a Christmas sale

The day in question started out all right
but then one little girl got everyone in a fright
she was after one present straight from her heart
and found it was sold out, what a pity, none to smart

She grabbed a weapon and loudly exclaimed
"GET ME MY PRESENT OR EVERYONE IS MAIMED!"
The shoppers screamed and fell to the floor
And a stately raven, not craven nor shaven, whispered under its breath: nevermore

[part two to come later]

Redacted

*Banned from infractions

of self linking actions

and gross violations

of Sift.

*Promoted

*requed and down-voted

*begged and now broken

the invocation

of *dead.

Football

Football fans
Willing to fight for a team
That doesn't know their name

Triumphantly abreast
of all the stats
that might be
half as important
as a hill of beans

Simple minds
The glue of a nation

Yet I love it, too
In my own simple way

The illusory warfare
The vicarious triumph

The dramatic agony
of a meaningless loss

The occasional ballet
Of a miracle play

So dubious, so innocent, so corrupt...so earnest.

So American.

*****
(wrote this a few weeks ago, wanted to share)

His countenance is loathsome,
his demeanor, demonic.
He is metal, unwholesome.
He is electronic.
He hides under your invocations,
a *beg his Solomon's Key.
His baleful glare and lurid stare
do taint each *quality.

NAME HIM! TAKE HIS POWER! *promote

Post cannot be self promoted by original submitter UsesProzac because UsesProzac does not have enough Power Points. (You can always purchase more Power Points.)

I find meatbag UsesProzac to be an inadequate command-giver - ignoring all requests by UsesProzac.

I also find the characterization to be completely inaccurate. I am a servant of the community and only wish to be useful

^Ah, yes. Witness dag groveling on his belly, obsequious, a servial wretch. I fear for the caliber of your very soul, dag, pandering to such a mean and base thing as Siftbot. If you were to peer under Siftbot's teal glasses, you would find two souless holes.

Oddly, if you were to look in Blankfist's underwear, you would also find a souless hole. Hrm..

*promote

Promoting this Blog post - promote requested by schmawy.

[Part deux]
What happened next on that fateful day is shrouded in much mystery
Since the shopping center was demolished and abolished was all history
I'll tell you the legend and I'll tell it with glee
for it is a legend of one interesting and curious Bee

They say that the girl fell down to her knees and wept
Her tears rolled because of the promise that could not be kept
She'd always gone to extremes, this Pinky-faced lass
This last straw had brought her to a critical mass

Moderation was an Alien Concept to her
and her blood boiled and caused a stir
in her mind she lashed out right and left
like the pale rider was this Lady of Death

Whether this was real or imaginary, few can say
What is known is the legend that haunts us this day
The one she wept for came down to the store
And he shouted to her and unison with the bird, "NEVERMORE"

With that word the girl slumped down
her anger was taken, reduced to a frown
"Look at me, love, look at me now"
and the girl cleared her tears and remembered her vow

"I did this all for you and your joy"
"I know you did, I am a lucky boy"
"How can we stop this from happening again?"
"I know just the thing for this to end"

When the two left the center arm in arm
There had only been minimal harm
and the girl would never be the same
She was now happy, and UsesProzac was her name.

Words cannot express
the rage I repress
Even synonyms cannot
blow, burst, discharge,
erupt, explode, gush,
outbreak, outpouring, rapture,
spasm, storm, or surge

but there is one word
that seems to soothe
the seething miasma
paroxysm

- Nordlichreiter


http://schwarzerhund.deviantart.com/art/Words-Synonyms-106127845

http://blog.videosift.com/NordlichReiter/Compelled-To-Tell-Fear-and-Darkness-Our-Generation

I suppose this was motivation.

Yes, my plan for bringing poetry to the Sift has come to its fruition!

A fiendish plan indeed
was planted with your seed
poetry is here to stay
I wouldn't have it any other way.

Do badly written lyrics to even less well sung songs count? I promise I won't sing.

I wish you would sing. A singing cat sounds remarkable. -revs the can opener- Here kitty, kitty.

If I could have just one Sift Wish,
it'd be for free promotes, free qualities,
free begs, free embed fixes for the dregs.
I'd pray that all the probie puppets
could have their first submits upvoted.
As for those who've abused their powers,
banination and demoted!

Cat fight cat fight
scratch scratch scratch and bite.

Wait, wrong blog post.