Stand by your Panic Rooms it’s that time again. Yes it’s time for truly terrible poetry.

Its time for Chelsea Owens mused poetry contest. This week the theme is…

  1. In light of our lucky end date of Friday the 13th, the Theme is Bad Luck.
  2. Length: 113 words or fewer.
  3. Rhyming is optional, but recommended.
  4. There’s not much risqué about superstition, so keep the Rating at PG.
  5. The goal is LAUGHTER. Make black cats funny, Karma amusing, and ill-timed fate hilarious.

You have till 10:00 a.m. MST next Friday (November 13) to submit a poem to Chelsea.

Our cat is not black. Not sure I’m allowed to paint him. Given his immense size it would take an awful lot of emulsion. So imagine it’s a black cat….

So here goes. Wish me luck. I’m struggling to think of a word to rhyme with LUCK….

Oh no it’s Friday the thirteenth

Which is one less than fourteenth

Started the day by breaking a bedroom mirror

To find my huge tax bill just got a whole lot dearer

Then I mistakenly opened an umbrella indoors

And now my garden is full of rowdy dinosaurs

I foolishly walked under a builders ladder

And got bit on the bum by an angry adder

With a sore butt I then I stepped on a crack

Only to be attacked by a rabid wolf pack

Finally a Black Cat crossed my path

And now I’ve just fallen into the bath

56 thoughts on “Terrible Poetry”

  5. You could have used “Yuck” or “muck” and described your dear leader or our soon to be former one😉

    Older Daughter was born on a Friday 13, and Diesel Cat, who she rescued and is her cat, is black.🤣🤣🤣🤣 I don’t bother about Friday 13… but … March 13, 2020 is when lockdown started🤔

    Your poetry still isn’t bad enough… you’re too good. You suck at terrible. 😉😂💌💌💌

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  14. Pingback: WINNER of the A Mused Poetry Contest 11/13/2020 | Chel Owens

      1. There’s nothing wrong with yours. They’re fun!
        It’s just that I lost my confidence when a critic slated everything I’d sent her for appraisal. Apparently only one of my titles didn’t get on her nerves, and my heartfelt content didn’t make sense… … I must admit, I haven’t got a clue about the different styles and the names they go under. I enjoy mind-mapping in rhyme and I am tentatively risking calling it poetry again. Sorry for the misunderstanding.
        I’ve just been writing a little one on ‘Hope’ in my response to your post.

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  20. WHERE DOES HOPE LIVE?
    Hope lies dormant, Patiently waiting to be rediscovered:

    Hope is full of expectations’
    search for thoughtful inspirations’
    ways to heal a heart in pain
    so that joy can live again.

    Demands from expectations find
    that nothing stops the positive mind
    from finding hope within one’s-self
    inside the source of pain love helps.

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  21. PS. Regarding my last comment: I don’t want you or your readers to think I’m an airy fairy spiritualist. To start with, I’d like to put forward some Scientific Facts.
    1.) We know that the atmosphere is full of transient, mutating Germs that we’re trying so hard to eliminate.
    2.) If you don’t already know, please Google – ‘Are we made of stardust’. That’s obviously been put in it’s simplest form. I could add so much bio gradable DNA proof here.
    3.) Please Google pictures of Lightening sprites.jpg – Description….Transient Luminous Events. For those who have apparitions of UFOs, we really can’t deny the facts. I know that they’re Stratosphere Guardians.
    4.) We give birth to infinitesimal singularity little id-beings, that morph into their individual inherited / and or intrinsic ID personalities.
    5.) And many scientists believe in aliens.

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  22. LETTING GO TAKES TIME
    and we know that it’s an inevitable part of one’s recovery:

    A mourner’s coat of armour shields
    a heart in grief til Bright-times wield
    life’s mortal blow to guilt that fled
    and wraps around the mind instead. X

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