Ninjuns Poem by Tan Pratonix
Ninjuns
Ever since Ninjuns got into the Online Poetry Sites
They've ruined the joy of poetry for me.
They are such a plague.
Hordes of them
Who can't speak English.
They know nothing of rhyme.
Their grammar is awful,
Their spelling a crime.
Things have gotten from bad to worse!
That's how Poetella got hit with a terrible curse.
From which it still hasn't recovered, it's now a slum.
The really good poets have gone away,
And the whole site is so bleak and humdrum.
It's like Brixton or Peckham, or, worse still, Tottenham.
(I am talking of London, dear chum.)
When they moved into Parc Ex in the heart of Montreal,
It was still a decent place, an upscale site:
You could have a decent chat, cultured conversation;
Coffee and cake; there was still some class.
But ever since the Ninjuns got into the neighbourhood,
Parc Ex is a ghetto where nothing is good.
And things have gotten from bad to worse.
The area is now ramshackle and sick,
Nobody moves into Parc Ex district.
I've nothing against Ninjuns. (Oh, let them be!)
I would rather they gave up po-etry.
Take up drawing or colouring, or plasticine,
Painting, or some other artistry.
But if you ask me to comment on a Ninjun poem
I am going to commit Harakiri.
I wish I had known of the site earlier, because I'd like to have more people to talk to about poetry (and life in general) . I do believe we simply have to let go of what isn't good and appreciate what is, though. I enjoyed the reference to my native province a lot, and the poem as a whole too, it was colorful! Cheers to good poetry!
Well....it sounds like a rant! However, I am glad that you are writing. Make it better with your own work. My advice? Don't worry about it....ignore the bad, comment on what is good or what you can help make better and keep writing. Cheers! :) I put in the smiley face so you can rant about that! ;) or that!
Pamela, this is not just a rant. It is truth. When I was here in 2006, we had people of taste; they knew good poetry. But 10 years later, Poemhunter has become awful; it has been invaded by the Ninjuns. The word Ninjuns (if you reflect on the word, rhyming with Injuns) tells us a lot about the kind of people who have invaded this poetry site and almost destroyed it. It's Gresham's Law: The debased coin drives out the good coin. Blessings to you!
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4/18/2024 6:44:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I had to look up the term in an urban dictionary: combination of ninja and injun, primarily in terms of action heroes. Not sure the connection to poetry or culture in general; I quite admired Daniel Day Lewis' work in the Last of the Mohicans, reputedly considered the first Ninjun. In terms of bad poetry, I quite wince when I read my earlier work, and I am certain the day will come (the Good Lord willing and the creek don't rise) when I wince at my current work. We all have to start somewhere. It is an intriguing aspect of our culture, this democratization of the internet. Anybody with a keyboard can become a published author, a comedian, a newscaster, social commentator. Like many aspects of life, there is both a positive and negative aspect to this. All of us can now publish a book, whereas in the past, the obstacles were great, but on the other side, we have to wade through a lot of mediocrity to find true treasure. I am not usually given to self-promotion, but it brings to mind my poem, Life, Modern Art, and Bad Poetry. Here's to treasure hunting, and the shared path to refining our art. :)