poetry

Rob’s Amazing Poem Generator produced this for my site:

D.G. - A purity of course, climate change, and
said, Toshiyuki Sawaguchi, the Go. They
will be glad you sproink!
speak! For
today: Your voice carries in perl,
talks to go Now. about 5
minutes to get
in its query. The 1980s, such perfect examples
of Catholic Church
documents and all about the Ego Has used to
Blogger and tells you get
exactly what
doing incorrectly. Silly me! an eMail
to publish thousands of ChocolateMen
Are Crazy for today: Your
happiness as far as the date! The milliseconds.

“The worst tragedy for a poet is to be admired through being misunderstood.” - Jean Cocteau

Congratulations to Matt! He knew almost all of the random references I posted on Monday. He and Dan are the only ones who even attempted, and Dan admitted that he researched most of them on line. Here are the answers:

• 1984 - George Orwell
• The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
• You’ve Got to Hide Your Love Away - the Beatles
• Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency - Douglas Adams
• Hamlet - Shakespeare
• Alone - Edgar Allan Poe
• Next Year - Foo Fighters
• From a Buick 6 - Bob Dylan

Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?”

The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a bar bell he points to the sky
Saying, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”

I wrote this essay on Keats’ This Living Hand when I was in college. I wrote it longhand, with a pencil. The part that is in blue was printed in 4 pt Times New Roman in the center of the page. I tried to recreate the handwriting where I could. The entire essay fit on the front of one page. That page was covered completely with little yellow Post-It notes each with a lyric from whatever song was on the radio at the time - I think it was something by the Eagles. The back of the page was a handwritten translation of the Star-Spangled Banner in binary 1s and 0s. That piece of paper was placed between two clean white sheets of paper and I stapled all around the edges so there was no way you could get to the essay without shredding the entire margin. The margins of the essay proper were covered with the complete Pearl Jam Ten lyrics with no punctuation or spacing. My name was not anywhere on the three pieces of paper. Keats was an excellent author. Dr. Ault was (is?) an excellent professor.

There once was a girl named Pornstar
Who partied at the AoS
She complained that I never blogged her
So here’s a poem for Jess!

Happy now?!?!

Apparently I’ve upset some of you by working all day today! This, via ICQ:

Are you alive today?
Are you dead?
O! When will you blog
the crazy thoughts in your head?

In the interests of apologizing for how simply vile my last post seemed, but rather than retract my statement, I will now post for you, dear reader, the only piece of poetry I ever wrote that I like. In return I ask simply that you admit I am not so mean as to torture you with bad poetry very often.

fourteen red roses
sitting casually
discussing her eyes

Very funny 404 Haikus. If you can dig that kind of stuff …

each
friend
represents
a
world
in
us
&
it
is
by
this
world
that
a
new
world
is born

- Anais Nin

window pain
I am Jack’s diseased kidney.
fresh goes better
how can you go on when you’re murdering someone killing me like you do
personal injury protection benefits/property damage liability
and don’t get me started about your overuse of colons
No! I don’t like to think.
little frayed around the ends
quick reference guide
stopitstopitstopit
how can you go on
precision quartz movement
don’t it feel like
go
thankyoucomeagain

If Firda had it
ICQ at work I mean
I would be so glad!

She and I are both
On the flipside and flopside
Of each other’s time!

Sylvia wrote a haiku!

As I watch, he blogs
Beautiful blonde pineapple
Oh when will he stop?

I don’t think she likes my new hair …

There’s a new blog in the mists. Firda and I started a Haiku Blog!