Bad Art I Am Compelled To Share

Thursday, April 20, 2006

3 - 6 - 9 - 12

3 Big crows in my neighbor's yard,
6 Beady eyes on me,
9 Minutes until the sun goes down,
12 Minutes since I lost my key.

3 Big crows upon my fence,
6 Talons click with glee,
9 Times I curse myself,
12 Feet away death awaits me.

3 Big crows on my porch,
6 Caws saying curse ye,
9 Seconds ago she opened the door,
12 Seconds now I've been free.

3 Big crows fade into the night,
6 Black wings I'll never more see,
9 Kisses I give my love,
12 Kisses she returns to me.

"3 - 6 - 9 - 12" was drawn on a scrap of multi-purpose copy paper, then colored in Photoshop and was inspired by the three black crows that are always sitting in my neighbor's yard.

Do you love bad poetry? Do you love me?


  • I was fully expecting when I got to the "12" of one of your stanzas, that the words "12 gauge" (as is shotgun) would appear. No such luck though...exept for the crows, I guess.

    By Blogger Brian the Mennonite, at 18:29  

  • Sorry...that's "as *in* shotgun" and " *except* for the crows".
    I hate sloppy keyboarding.

    By Blogger Brian the Mennonite, at 18:32  

  • The Secret to a Happy Life:

    Kiss your love more than she kisses you. Kiss her all over; kiss her all day!

    love and kisses.

    By Anonymous catnapping, at 19:58  

  • Not bad poetry for me....
    And I love you! *teehee*

    By Blogger merlinprincesse, at 20:46  

  • I like your crows (do they have English accents?) I really like the name of your blog! I've been searching and searching for a good name for my blog, and now I find a fitting name, and you have it! (Mine would actually have to be bad art, mediocre poetry and rambling thoughts about my life I feel compelled to share.)

    By Blogger Braidwood, at 23:54  

  • Well that was fun! 12 loves left for you!

    By Blogger LDahl, at 03:00  

  • them scary crows. and your poetry is not bad. quite compelling, actually.

    By Blogger transience, at 03:00  

  • 3 - huge crows sit on your nose
    6 - black feathers tickle your toes
    9 - beaks show I can't count too
    12 - loads of love all for you!

    By Blogger Caroline, at 03:31  

  • I had a cheesy love poem for you, but I thought it too goofy and deleted it....oh, well the thought was there....Love

    By Blogger Janet, at 06:39  

  • Tis no matter about the math,
    those red eyes make me laugh!


    By Blogger Joy Eliz, at 06:47  

  • Excellent rendering of those evil birds. And the poem is great. I hate crows. they wake me up in the morning screeching in my front yard.

    By Blogger Jaimie, at 07:00  

  • They look evil, these crows

    By Blogger marina, at 09:12  

  • brian the mennonite: Guns!? Me scared of guns. :-)

    brian the mennonite: Me too. :-)

    catnapping: I try but she has really fast lips. :-)

    merlinprincesse: :-)

    braidwood: Thanks.
    English accents? They have NW accents.
    I hope you change the name of your blog to that. :-)

    ldahl: :-)

    transience: Aww... Thanks. I would say scary poetry and cute crows. :-p

    caroline: Heh, heh. (blush) I missed one of my edits. Fixed it now.

    janet: Well, like they say it's the thought that counts and I'm lactose intolerent anyway.

    joy eliz: Ha! I swear, I have the best commenters. :-)

    jaimie: Thanks.
    I think the crows are the pawns of my evil neighbor. That's how they spy on everyone.

    marina: Thanks! That's what I was going for!

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 14:50  

  • love your poem, love you, love

    By Blogger ValGalArt, at 15:48  

  • And I thought it was deliberate...


    By Blogger Caroline, at 09:04  

  • valgalart: :-)

    caroline: Uh... no. :-)

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 10:38  

  • What is this?

    Heckle and Jeckle on Meth!


    By Blogger scarecrow, at 17:44  

  • I have a big problem with english poetry, I don't understand it. So for sure it is not bad poetry because I don't understand it.
    But I love it
    and I love you

    By Blogger Clo, at 21:31  

  • This made me think immediately of Harland Williams in 'There's Something About Mary.' He was the hitchhiker. Classic.

    Thanks for the smile tonight!

    By Blogger Lou, at 20:50  

  • 1
    Stop looking at me!

    By Blogger modroom, at 09:24  

  • They look so mean!

    By Blogger Chuang Shyue Chou, at 19:07  

  • wonderful poetry, unknown.

    it touched my heart!

    By Anonymous crow whisperer, at 10:26  

  • LEAVING LOVE. after i read this poem out loud -- all the doors in this building locked simultaneously . . . you have special doodle powers and are funny and write poetry --- i am both speechless and have no fingerprints.

    By Blogger crosshatched, at 15:53  

  • scarecrow: Ha! That's funny!

    clo: Hell, I wrote it and I don't understand it. I guess I'm just another charlatan. :-)

    lou: Hmm... ? I need to do my 6 minute abs. :-)

    but, I need a fix.

    chuang shyue chou: They are.

    crow whisperer: Aww... (blush) :-)

    crosshatched: Thanks.
    Umm... no fingerprints? Me either.

    By Blogger The Unknown, at 17:35  

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