Oh man… I am a master of bad poetry.  Don’t believe it?  Watch this:

~~>  Dog days of summer,
~~~~>  Succulent fruit on the vine;
~~~~~~>  Short skirts and bare legs.

When it comes to writing bad poetry, I’ve always preferred my own variation on the Haiku theme.  Haiku is short, structured and to the point; I feel that it minimizes my opportunities to go too far astray into the realm of criminally horrific poetry.  If nothing else, bad Haiku is mercifully short.

Bad Poetry Day means different things to different people.  (The vast majority completely disregard August 18th as just another day.)  To me, Bad Poetry Day is special, not just because I’ve mastered the anti-art form of torturing the English language in 17 simple syllables, and not just because 2 years ago today Peaches and I agreed to be monogamous and exclusive (we became girlfriends August 18th, 2007, awwwww…), Bad Poetry Day is special to me because it reminds me that FUN IS FUNDAMENTAL!  Having fun is as essential to healthy living as good food, fresh air, and clean drinking water. 

I have it on good authority that the meaning of life is the exchange or our life energy for joyful life experience.  As creators created in the image of Source, we exercise free will to create the life of our choosing, but the purpose of creating is to expand the Joy of God through our own joyful life experience.  Every day, every hour, every minute that we live any experience that isn’t joyful, we’ve squandered precious life energy and time.  To live a life of anger, stress, judgment (of self and others) and depression is an inexpressible tragedy of enormous proportions, one that affects every human who has ever lived and ever will live (what happens to the least of us, happens to us all… together we are the whole, seperate we are the disembodied parts.)  Nothing is more important than that each and every one of us feels good as much as we possibly can.

Which is exactly why Bad Poetry Day is so important to me.  I realize that there are those who may come across this blog who cringe at the very thought of bad Haiku (look away! look away!), and I have no explanation for why the following is true for me, but I experience huge fun in writing bad Haiku.

~~>  Play is nourishment
~~~~~>  For the soul; vitamin “fun”
~~~~~~~>  Digests into joy.

(Look away, look away!)

One highly accessible form of joy is the experience of fun.  Fun can be fleeting, and fun can be lasting… and fun can become a way of life, and that’s the best kind of fun.  Not everyone gets to have as much fun at their job as I do, but wouldn’t it be great if everyone could?  Not everyone knows how to instantly access the experience of fun with simple mind exercises, but there’s no reason that everyone couldn’t.  Not everyone makes having fun (feeling good and being happy) their very highest priority the way that Peaches and I do, but wouldn’t the world be even more spectacular than it already is if everyone did make feeling good the most important thing in their life?

Go ahead, write a crappy poem… you might just enjoy yourself.

XO,
K