2 Minute Poetry

Two minute poetry,
What can I say?
The pressure is mounting,
Hip hip hurray!

I could talk about flowers
Or nature or life
But then I would glower
Where is the strife?

The world keeps on turning
The angels don't sing
The rain forests are burning
The elevator goes PING!

the funniest thing ever

expand:

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=    ( a  +  b) n
=  (  a  +   b ) n
= (   a    +    b   ) n

Some body actually tried to write this on a math test.
This is amazing because i never would have thought to interpret the question this way. I can relate to this person because math can be very difficult and frustrating at times. I applaude this person for choosing to attempt an answer rather than leave it blank or use profanity to express their lack of knowledge. It is also hilarious simply because, technically, it is now expanded form where it was originally.   :)

I would like to clarify

Poetry is... an UNDEFINABLE art form. It is undefinable because poetry can be found in all forms of art and other creative endeavours. When written, it is often expressed using whimsical phrases and tends to have a rhythm or flow throughout. Through poetry, the trite of the pompous and the emotions of the masses are portrayed. The pomopous tell of the great hardships that they face in the aristocratic class or make mundane observations about everyday things. They write with sophisticated words and call it great poetry. The real poetry comes from the souls of abused women or children that are only speaking the truth, yet their emotions are so strong that their outward pleas are transcendent to those remarking on busy streets or the colour of the leaves. To me poetry is an honest depiction of who we are. This is why it is undefinable. A painting that emotes the raw despair felt by the artist, or even the joy captured on the face of a young child. This is poetry.

The Locker Room

     Everyday I come in here, trying to get pumped for the game. I feed off of the energy of my teammates, the excitement palpable. Today I will be the reason that we win the game... I walk into the locker room and over to my assigned cubby, strip off my outdoor clothes and pull on my uniform. Today woll be different. I will thrive on the field. Iwill do my job to the best of my ability. I will be a contributing member of the team. I will make a difference. Everyday I come into this room with the same goal, the same drive, the same eagerness. Today I will be the day that I break out of my shell and come into my own. I am here, today, and I have a job to do. The crowds will cheer, women will scram my name...
          "Eddie!"
     Iturn around and stare into the eyes of the muscle bound man that is the assistant couch of our highschool football team. His eyes are filled with hate and disgust, not at me personally but for anyone younger than him that is healthy and active. The envy, clearly eivdent in his eyes as he looks around at the football equipment haging from the pegs on the walls. He wants to be out there, playing. instead he is assistant coach to a highschool football team, assistant to a woman head coach. He had been a big time contender for the NFL at one point in his life. He was a contender until he got drunk one night and drove his car into a tree, killing the prom queen, who was his girlfriend at the time in the accident. His shoulder was completely destroyed by the car crash, and his football prospects right along with it. Five years later, after some time in jail for causing his girlfriend's death, he is here with us. This was the best he could do at this point in his life.
    "Get the water bottles filled, water-boy. Practice starts in ten minutes and those boys need their water!"
     Any remaining inkling of the dream faded with his words. Reality returned with a swiftness that left me shaken. I was not the big-time football star of my daydreams, Iwas nothing more than the water-boy.

Memories- six word story

Memories are forever, I'll always remember.

     In life we make many choices; some good, some bad. Often they are small, inconsequential decisions that we never think about again. But something that is small and holds little meaning for me, may greatly impact the life of another.
    The things we do matter. Living a life without regrets is a necessary goal to strive for. Take the lemons that life gives you in stride; find little pleasures in everyday things. Your individual actions in life are important.
     Have you ever heard of Karma? Where you are judged by actions? Everything that we do has an outcome, one that could be good or bad. Everyone always associates judgement with negative consequences leading to unfavourable repercussions, but there are also good outcomes as well.
     A simple act, a little good deed, all make a difference. Standing up on the bus so that the little old lady can sit down; maybe the bus takes a sharp turn and the little old lady, the one now sitting in your seat would have lost her balance and fallen. By you standing so that the old woman could sit may have saved her life. This may sound overly dramatic, but it could be true. Imagine that you didn't move for her and she did fall. At her age she could have broken a hip, and you, the one that wouldn't move so she could sit now have to wait on the stopped bus for the ambulance to come and tend to her broken hip. Her life may also be severly hampered, and she may lose her mobility, all because you would not move for her to sit.
    Small actions have very large reactions. You are never an anonymous, impartial entity, moving through the world and having no effect on anyone. We are all connected, at least in small ways. Everyone should strive to be the best versions of themselves, because you never know when you could seriously change someone's life.