> Poetry Slam: A One-shot > by radio414 > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > Poetry Slam > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- No No no no no no Poetry? Like, the thing eggheads do when they zone out? No no no no no No Rhyming Can’t do it Would rather be free Like a bird Instead of a library Trapped in here With you TWILIGHT STOP PLEASE CANNOT WILL NOT Learning poetry is like all these words Flying around inside While I’m not flying around Outside A whaterick? This is a limerick I’m staring at a brick I really wish I Could just go out and fly This poetry is making me sick Oh, now I have to say it? As in out loud? Right now? Here? If you’re that silent because it was terrible and you don’t know where to begin, I guess I’ll be leaving now NO I’m not Going to stay YES I’m the Element of Loyalty BUT That doesn’t Mean that I HAVE To do Things I don’t WANT To do BECAUSE You are My friend Don’t give me that face And just because Applejack’s The Element of Honesty doesn’t mean You are allowed to lie to my face The whateverick was terrible, and you know it Hey, put me down! Just let me fly away! You know, when you said “poetry slam” I thought we’d spend our afternoon lobbing Shel Silversteed books at each other What? More writing? A what? The pegasus flies Loving the open-aired skies It’s not a surprise No I’m not going to stand here and humiliate myself by reading this out loud. You can’t make me *sigh* There, I said it Can I go now? I promised to come over and “hang out” If this is your idea of “hanging out” … We can do something fun now? YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS I promise I’ll be back in 15 minutes Don’t look at me like that … That’s not fair You can’t use your unicorn magic Just To get me Back inside A break? Fifteen minutes is a break? Don’t say that word “Free” Because the second bit “Verse” It’s an oxymoron You can’t promise that it’s going to be fun Poetry’s the worst thing under the sun A cou-what? No I don’t believe you You’re wrong The definition’s wrong I Rainbow Dash Am in no way Talented At Poetry Twilight, it was a sentence that just happened to rhyme. Not poetry. Oh, now you have to read some? Out loud? Those short ones were nice The kind of poems you could read on the fly PUT ME DOWN As much as I’d love to, I don’t think I’ll be leaving. You wouldn’t let me. So don’t start freaking out every time I mention flight. NOW THAT’S JUST CRUEL Are we done? MORE? I can’t stand this. Can I go now? If I let you read one more, can I leave? Promise? Pinkie Promise? Fine. Good night Twi’ … Hey Twilight, wake up I’m still not into poetry But I had a question About the one With the wheelbarrow GO AWAY SPIKE sorry What was my question? Well Why is this “red wheelbarrow” So important? It’s not even doing its job It just sits there Like you sorry And what was with that poem anyway? It didn’t rhyme It just was Not all poems rhyme? Don’t use the words “free” and “verse” in the same sentence We’ve been over this already That explanation’s stupid No rules? Then how do you get only good poems In books? You mean That people Try really hard To write good poems? Hmph That’s a stupid comparison I had to work really really hard to win those competitions And you had to work really really hard to ace those tests All they had to do was put words to a page NO I already tried yesterday, remember? I’m not going to stoop to their level and write this “free verse” that you keep talking about Fine But you had better do something really good for me in return There once Was A Pegasus Who hated Poetry But Wrote it anyway See? That took less than ten seconds I could be clearing skies But instead I’m in here See you later, Twilight … Hey Twilight, I was thinking Did that wheelbarrow poem have a sequel? Like all those Daring Do stories The ones where her wings are broken and she’s hanging onto a cliff for dear life You know those? It doesn’t? How about a prequel? Like “Daring Do is hanging on to a cliff, here’s how she got into this mess” Those are my favorite because the action starts right away No? Then why is the wheelbarrow important? Nice try, Twilight But you can’t make me write it It’s the author’s work I can’t just add on to it willy nilly It’d be like somepony else writing Daring Do books It wouldn’t be the same Anyway, thanks for answering my question I’ll be seeing you later … HOW DID YOU GET UP HERE? Oh right, magic. You wanted to stop by for a visit? That’s sweet, but I’m pretty busy Tank’s sick No no, nothing to be concerned about Fluttershy’s been helping me Thanks for checking in though I appreciate it Maybe you could come back later? Back already? Look, you’re a great friend and all, but don’t you think that there’s something you need to be doing? Are you sure? Of course you saw Fluttershy at the market just recently Where else would she buy medicinal supplies? I will have you know that carrots are very medicinal Fine You can come in I’m apologize for lying to you What are all these papers? Just some stuff I’m jotting down for a personal project Definitely nothing about a red wheelbarrow Or rainwater FINE I liked the poem BUT I don’t like what Bill Coltos did to me Can I call him Bill? He painted a picture in my mind I’ve been trying to get rid of it for a while Stupid wheelbarrow Stupid rain That’s how you tell good poetry from bad? Words that make pictures? Isn’t a picture worth a thousand words? Because this wheelbarrow is only fifteen Why are you still reading that stuff I wrote? Wait, you think they’re pretty good? How? What does “brevity” mean? So, you’re saying that because my “poetry” My “free verse” Is short It allows more to the imagination? So, like what William Coltos did to me? Wow Wait, you’re trying to compile some poems for a book? And you want this one to be one of them? Fine, but don’t put my name on it. I have an image to keep. *** The Red Wheelbarrow By: William Carlos Williams so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens *** The Red Wheelbarrow (response) By: Anonymous the red wheel barrow without it where would the snow white chickens hide from the rain?