It is simple, it is strictly art for art sake, what we are going to be doing here. It'd be fun and could be eternal.
On each day (maybe), you come here, you'd post what happened to you in couplets (dyads) of lines that day, strictly couplets, but if you feel like that's a bit hard, go on with any style you are good at (free-style).
It is poetry we are doing here(just for the fun of it, no judge's' to nail your ass, and your might get your skills improved too in the meanwhilst), telling the whole world what has happened to you in lines with or without unveiling its indept interpretations (you'd leave the audience to do the interpretation or analysis or appreciation or criticism).
Remember, at times, poetry is not poetry if it is not ambiguous, it's like revealing your life, so be apt in your choice of words. I would be looking forward to learning from your life (styles) and would be glad if mine teaches you at least one good thing somehow.
I guess this would be fun!
Oyaaa...
I am Jodekss Gloatkenf (on Facebook) my pen-name though.

For instance:

Today, all man are hypocrite
We all cry for just what's right
For our heads n' the others closely apart
The game'd change awry anon to each to his own cart
You'd cart your cross to Golgotha bare like
That and I'd, maybe, to Alchedom to do hike
This I have learnt today that all man lie
We tell the truth too, on n' on till we die
Such is life n' believe me when I say you'd
Life's meant to bear this rhyme of verity good. #Jodekss.

Lack-lustre with all her dearly-dirty robes has maybe made for me
That poor attitude to write writs not, so man, mocking-birds mock me
Instinctively, what if I die today?
Today, that is the Easter Sunday
I wouldn't preach Jesus the saviour today, that He resurrected
Listen, I don't do my own christianity as chirped - cheaply sour-expected
Would it be a deja vu any longer let me; see, it's needed I inquire?
What rhymes of mine, would be recited by one worlds' choir?
Therefore, down the drain with such putrid pace please Emmanuel
Nay, all those in short that you've skipped, you try n' tell
No time to waste time am at my sister's n' twixt us now is much shit
Amid us for one two three four days n' still streaming-counting it...
For they've think me be as it used to be decades past
When I would do the whole world washings, very fast
Without demanding a dime, at least a slice of bread better cure
Would wash hell to become heaven, so very truly sore sure
Now that am younger, old things have passed a-piece apart
Away, faded, replaced, anew in long rolls of runs to make differences on earth
Now that am so arduous about runs that be so sweaty
Some one with minute chore with her calls calling, come usually to tidy faintly filthy
Floor, o'er n' o'er again, man I have got to explode boom-boom
I cannot continue to cuddle such cold calls any closer avoiding soupy-kaboom doom;
Amputated her ambience in J. Robinson, starved to proof my manly stance
Lest I continue to be treated down, a noodle-fan-youngster off importance
It would be those silly-sleeved sons not letting you do tidying well
The same that had, sent, papa Eli to go on n' tell tell-tales in hell.
I have aced, to God be the whole glory, much more temptations
More are coming around with their quiet quizzical attentions
I shall tramp 'em all beneath my feet with candies cuddling
The one to come now is drama right from its first calling
Somehow yea. Yay, thank God the word drama comes online!
Some reasonings, I have been piling up, they are of cause mine
As per that: man, life's not like drama but not in all
It's true, as to Aristotle, drama imitates all in hall
N' that's all, life's too snarl to make to fit within the stretch of one film
Just as there's more to each scene in that famous Brothers Grimm
Or as left lovers would not want to eat because of the other in Corean series
Young minds in red rose, for fragile fights, you'd part, life goes on like these.