Countdowns

^WARNING: Close your eyes when you read this! It's the worst poem I've ever written!^

Supposing I was born on leap year perhaps I could make an appeal
The question “How spent you the summer?” will ring on and on in mine ear
It is but, Alas! the years allotted to each of us are set in steel
My sorrow is in looking at the fact those years of competition can’t stay
Time belongs to the Lord even after my years of Bible Bee are done
Though I truly regret my fate I will seek to be faithful anyway.

WARNING: ^This is a horrible poem. The worst I've ever written. Close your eyes when you read this. :)^

I have yet 8 years,
Before I start to shed the tears
Of sadness that I will never see
A new Bible Bee shirt on me.
Oh, I am glad
I won't be sad
Because I left BB
For another 8 years but only for me
Is that thought true.
The others, older, are now blue
Because they never
Ever ever
Compete again.

I FEEL SO SORRY FOR YOU!

WARNING: This is a Haiku poem. If you do not know what a Haiku poem is and/or have never been forced to write one, consider yourself blessed. The pattern of the number of syllables is 5-7-5 and the last word is supposed to be a "key word" to use Bible Bee terminology.

Last year of Bible Bee:
Outside is stiff upper lip,
but inside are tears.

Not the best poem in the world, but at least it has shortness going for it.

I agree! The one thing is that I didn't understand it… I really thought you would say something about hands. :)

I thought that everyone was probably tired of that poem, and if I posted it on here with my username being my real name, it might be incriminating evidence.

And now at last I'll start behaving,
Because they ask for no more waving.
And never more will I ask "Why?"
They torture us with the "Apply".
With no more Studies to critique,
My future life looks somewhat bleak.
Oh Bible Bee: you will I miss,
But, oh the joy, and oh the bliss.

Ah yes. That's what I was looking for! laughing and crying

I added to it.

That's great…. And really sad too!

The turmoil of emotions in my inmost soul…

Yeah, me too. Hailed by the ignorant masses, As a heightened state of existence; Alas, the sound of trumpets proclaiming years gone by, My ear hears as the sound of hammer against nail, On my coffin - as a sign That forevermore I am banned, Never again to be what I once was. That door has been nailed shut to me. Okay, yours is better. :)

I must admit, I stole mine from Shakespeare mostly.

I thought so… ;)

Wh-what? I made you cry? B-but that wasn't s-supposed to happen!

Well then I suppose Shakespeare wrote better poetry than I can in 5 minutes. :)

Wow! That was original? It was really, really good! I thought for sure you took it from someone else as well. :)

Alas, alack! Two years have I Before my bell of doom will peal. This fate must befall me as well. For though I were but four days hence Born from where my birth date lays, (Or were the deadline four days prior,) I would still have yet three more years. Oh Shelby Kennedy Foundation! Wilt thou allow me this privilege? What much difference doth four days make, When I could have another year? However, if you do decide (Though I surely hope you will not) To keep the deadline as it is, I will not grumble or complain. I yet possess the greater treasure That age will never take from me.

I hath but 2 short years
Before I'm doomed to say
I'm much too old for Bible Bee
It makes me sad, but may…
May I treasure the years
I had in the Bee
And help those others who come after me
In the future years of Bible Bee! :)

:P I'm a terrible poet :p

I'm worse, I can't even make a rhyme. :P JK

Haha! xP Well, after a while the humor of the situation hit me and I was having a hard time not laughing out loud. :P

Glad to hear that. :)

I can't believe it. I forgot to put in something about the bad jokes.
I'll try to think of something, maybe about how I won't get strokes anymore either.

stifled laugh Yeah, me too :P

@margaret: Haha, okay!

And now at last I'll start behaving,
Because they ask for no more waving.
No more will I succumb to strokes,
When all the staff tell us their "jokes".
And never more will I ask "Why?"
They torture us with the "Apply".
With no more Studies to critique,
My future life looks somewhat bleak.
Oh Bible Bee: you will I miss,
But, oh the joy, and oh the bliss.

I give myself first place in originality, though perhaps the "tear-jerker" aspect was a little on the sparse side for a "Song of Woe when Saying Goodbye Forever to Something You Love".

What do you think of making a thread for the poems we write about Bible Bee? Is that a bad idea?

You know, I'm going to miss BB an awful lot, but I can fill that in with other stuff for the most part so I won't miss it all the time. What (or who) I'm really going to miss is all my awesome friends that I only see at BB! :( sniff

I would transfer them to another thread like the "Are you going to be too old or not competing next year" or one of the numerous other more general threads that it would make sense being under. I agree with you that it certainly doesn't make much sense having them in "Countdowns" but I hate starting new threads that will die out sooner or later when it could have been covered by an old one.

True that. I don't like making threads that can't be useful either. However if we wanted to write a bit happier poetry about the BB we would have to pick a different topic besides "Are you going to be too old or not competing next year" (btw, I don't even like to look at that forlorn thread more then I have to anyway). It would be nice if we could keep all our poetry in the same spot as a collection.

okay, yeah, I'm being dramatic. :P Sorry it's so bad. And so long.

In the quiet early morning,
Ere the birds are out of bed,
When the wind is softly blowing,
I jumped up and said,

"This day is June First,
And my box I must find!
The long awaited day is here!"
But then the truth hit my mind.

No more to study
For a confusing test.
No more to work hard
And hope for the best.
Those days are gone for ever.
No more Bible Bee, no never.

Then I sat down and I cried.
"Why not just one more year?
Why am I too old so soon?
Why is my future so drear?"

So there I sat lamenting
The fate that befell me.
Wishing that I was somehow younger,
Still able to compete in the Bible Bee.

Was I no more to study
For a confusing test?
No more to work hard
And hope for the best?
Those days are gone for ever.
No more Bible Bee, no never.

But soon I realized
How foolish it was to be sad.
Why was I sobbing over something
That wasn't over but just began?

True, my Bee days were long over,
But all what I had learned
Would be with me forever -
All the truths so patiently earned.

Though no more to study
For Bible Bee,
I will study hard
Till eternity!
And praise the Lord for my days
Spent studying about His ways.

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This is true, but lately our poetry has been almost exclusively "Bible Bee Blues"-ish, and so would fit very well with the mood of that particular thread. However, if people would like to write poetry on a happier note, they are certainly welcome to do so, though I myself shine best in the comic-tragedy (or tragic-comedy, I can't remember which), and you may start a new thread which hopefully will not die in the course of a couple months.

However, if you do so, you should post the definition of doggerel (found in Wikipedia) at the beginning:
"Doggerel is a derogatory term for verse considered of little literary value. The word probably derived from dog, suggesting either ugliness, puppyish clumsiness, or unpalatability (as in food fit only for dogs). "Doggerel" is attested to have been used as an adjective since the fourteenth century and a noun since at least 1630."

"Doggerel might have any or all of the following failings:
Trite, cliché, or overly sentimental content
Forced or imprecise rhymes
Faulty meter
Misordering of words to force correct meter
Trivial subject
Inept handling of subject"

"Doggerel is usually the sincere product of poetic incompetence, and only unintentionally humorous"

If you would like an experience something between hair-tearing and might-die-laughing you can read the rest of the article.

I agree, but if we had a thread for BB poems we could open it up to all kinds of styles. You're saying I should start a thread you use that definition of "doggerel" as a starting post? Okay…

Quite doggerel-ish, but also quite funny and much better than I could have done. xP

quickly reads definition above Oh, uh, yeah. It was supposed to be lame and pathetic. lol xP I'm terrible at poetry. xP

^You see, if you're bad at it, just do it worse than normal so you can say you did it on purpose xP lol :D^

tradgedy=tragedy

^or so I thought^

96 days!!!!

AHH!! Only 96 days?! =) =)

20 days til registration!!!!!!

80 days till materials are released!!!!!!!!!!

80 days till materials are released!!!!!!!!!!

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Yay!!! Can't wait!!! I'm so excited!! :D

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11 days…

11 days...

Whoo hoo!!!

71 days till June 1st……

155 days till locals……

222 days till Nationals……

Wow… SO can't wait!!!

Wow. 222 days????? How can that be? It seems like I just failed semifinals yesterday XD

Ten days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Can I have the same profile pic? xD