"Jamie D. Emery" wrote:
And HAIKU remains an abused and misunderstood literary form.
> And HAIKU remains an abused and misunderstood literary form.
Little girl no more
The flower at last unfolds
Blossom's cherry falls
-Peg Leg Pete, if you make me do a limerick, Othello's threatened to
snore at you again
--
Johnny Mayall But the lies we live will always be
joh...@prometheus.frii.com confessed in the stories we tell.
prometheus.frii.com/~johnny/ -Orson Scott Card
Johnny Mayall wrote:
> On Fri, 26 Feb 1999, Victoria wrote:
>
> > And HAIKU remains an abused and misunderstood literary form.
>
> Little girl no more
> The flower at last unfolds
> Blossom's cherry falls
>
> -Peg Leg Pete, if you make me do a limerick, Othello's threatened to
> snore at you again
There once was a guy named othello
whose snoring reduced me to jello
Which was quite unique
as I'm rather chic
and used to a better class of fellow.
Okay Peg - that took me all of 19 SECONDS!!!
!BAM!
The mike is yours, dollface!
Vic of the quick lit. lick
quoth Peg Leg Pete <joh...@prometheus.frii.com>
>Victoria wrote:
>> And HAIKU remains an abused and misunderstood literary form.
>
[another work snipped]
>
>-Peg Leg Pete, if you make me do a limerick, Othello's threatened to
>snore at you again
say Pete, have you still that haiku that ended with "...kill the damn beavers?"
it went with my last hard drive, i need to replace it.
catch me when you can,
ripjack
jet...@see.sig wrote:hey, it's my turn!
> <snip amusing, but pre-written poem - see jetgirls disclaimer below>
>
> (yes, this was posted anonymously at the front door of our apartment in
> chicago. damn that grass-green hallway carpet!)
>
> - jetgirl
Doesn't count!!!*
Poetry Slam RULES:
You have to write it RIGHT NOW! Spur of the moment stuff! Immediacy is
Key!
Spontenaity & originality is important! Helps enormously if you're hung
over and have a stop watch to time yourself.
POINT OF SLAM - can _you_ produce a poem in under a minute? Can it spring
forth from your brain like Athena from Zeus? ARE YOU INSPIRED???
or have your muses deserted you? Find out.
*an amusing little ditty, but unfortunately disqualified because it was
pre-written. Try again, Jen.
Okay, maybe I'm just a functionally-illiterate pervert, but you guys
wouldn't believe what Vic's last line "quick lit. lick" sounded like when
you read it fast enough. Go ahead! say it five times fast!
Joshua Roper/Ceridwar
"Saigon. Shit."
- Cpt. Benjamin Willard, _Apocalypse Now_
> Doesn't count!!!*
>
> Poetry Slam RULES:
>
> You have to write it RIGHT NOW! Spur of the moment stuff! Immediacy is
> Key!
> Spontenaity & originality is important! Helps enormously if you're hung
> over and have a stop watch to time yourself.
>
> POINT OF SLAM - can _you_ produce a poem in under a minute? Can it spring
> forth from your brain like Athena from Zeus? ARE YOU INSPIRED???
>
> or have your muses deserted you? Find out.
After all, I think it was Alfred, Lord Tennyson, who once said that if the
words to a poem do not come as easily as leaves to a tree, they had better
not come at all. At least I think it was Tennyson.
Joshua Roper/Ceridwar
a.k.a. Jamaal, the Libyan houseboy,
This, from a poet
who spent seventeen full years
on his greatest work?
--
Mike Kew
Innovation In Poetry productions brings you: The Jewish Haiku
BIRTH
Night warmed deep within
We all start life as vampires
In wombs ripe with blood.
Kaye Dennis
As ever,
Catherene, Teacher to Night's Children
http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Rampart/1311
Untitled
========
At last, you stand in the darkness.
Monochrome shades of utter starkness.
Look into the light from your eyes.
Shut out your miserable cries.
See furnace fiery bright.
Fates' cruel stinging blight.
As it catches you across the face.
Confrontation turns to chase.
Hoped to forget this, never returned.
But your memory's betrayed you and you are burned.
As claws dig in and drag you back.
Back into the illuminated black.
No longer bloody mindless thing.
Throw back your head and raise a grin.
And let fangs show as you laugh and growl.
Until again you become that snivelling fowl
--
This was posted by medium_dave.. or someone quite similar
Email to somewhere like azira...@tcp.co.unitedkingdom
New vagueness for old.
--
I must correct my sister on one small but Vital point of
order per Poetry Slam RULES ---
Use of the word "Nantucket" in any verse is grounds for
automatic disqualification.
(Just thought I'd better add that before Johnny went into
overdrive)
Cheers!
Marjean
P.S. Hey Mayall, did you ever get that haggis we sent you?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Marjean Fieldhouse.
To respond, please send e-mail to "mfieldhouse @ earthlink.net"
This has been done because of the abuse of the internet by spam
e-mailers. Unsolicitated e-mail adverts are unwelcome.......
There once was a Madman who's Sane
Who wished to catch hold of some fame.
He tried to write poems
And attempted to blow 'em
It blew and turned out to be lame...
Is that the idea?
The name says it all.
Madman who is Sane
>There once was a Vampire called Magda
>Whose victim had taken Viagra.
>Don't select the erect
>There's no blood in their _neck_.
>Instead of succumbing he shagged'er.
>
>Chiller
>One for the webpage, Jet? ;)
>
There once was a female demon
Whose image sent everyone screamin
She woke up one night
Succumbed to the bite
And now she's on a different teamin
S (get it, from demon to vampire, as in TEAM?
gods, that sucked!)
In the real world
As in dreams
Nothing is quite
What it seems. -The Book of Counted Sorrows-
>On Fri, 05 Mar 1999 00:13:19 GMT, "The Madman who is Sane"
><ze...@iname.com> wrote:
>
>>There once was a Madman who's Sane
>>Who wished to catch hold of some fame.
>>He tried to write poems
>>And attempted to blow 'em
>>It blew and turned out to be lame...
>
>There once was a Vampire called Magda
>Whose victim had taken Viagra.
>Don't select the erect
>There's no blood in their _neck_.
>Instead of succumbing he shagged'er.
There once was a vampy named Chiller,
And oh! How those sherbets they thrilled her...
But we all know that candy
May be well and dandy,
But one day that sweet fang will kill her!
(heh, okay, so it's not the best.. but it was quick :p)
-'-,-'-<<0 Trickster 0>>-'-,-'- lpark...@mindspring.com
Tric...@world.std.com vampir...@geocities.com
http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/1327
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"Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be
destroyed." -Richard Adams, Watership Down
There was a coyote named Trickster
Who's fangs did significantly glister.
She was picked up of murder
But she said she didn't hurt her,
That it was actually a blood-drinking Mister.
I cannot believe I was able to write two of these in the same lifetime.
There once was a vamp from Nantucket......?
Ari
> There once was a guy named othello
> whose snoring reduced me to jello
> Which was quite unique
> as I'm rather chic
> and used to a better class of fellow.
There once was a goddess named Vic
Who liked to...
...on second thought, maybe I shouldn't finish that one.
-Peg Leg Pete, self-preservation and all that
> There once was a fellow named Pete
> Whose underwear was incomplete
> When asked to reveal
> He charged ten bucks a feel
> But a five-spot would earn you a peek.
Hey, hey, hey. I think I need to take a moment to step in here. From
the Chiller's remarks, one might imply that I am, perhaps, somewhat
cheap. I would like to correct this misapprehension by clearly stating
that I am, in fact, DIRT CHEAP AND EASY. Thank you for your attention
to this delicate matter.
-Peg Leg Pete
Dear God. You evil bastard, I spent years in therapy to try and repress
those memories. And now you bring them all back, including references
to weasels ripping my flesh. Okay, okay, I'll look for the damnable
thing and see what I can find.
-Peg Leg Pete, I hate you all
> ok jet girl,, why when this off topic stuff is on here and all the other off
> topic stuff you never say a word?
Dear mindless fuckwit:
One off-topic post does not warrant a whole lot of action. Generally,
it's a fly-by situation wherein the perpetrator will not be back.
However, some situations arise where clueless imbicles consistently post
off-topic material after being informed of their undesired (as relating
to what the newsgroup is about) behavior. These moronic pests do,
however, warrant the scorn that is heaped upon them for being so
monumentally dense. I'm sure you can figure out which category you fit
into.
-Peg Leg Pete
> Use of the word "Nantucket" in any verse is grounds for
> automatic disqualification.
> (Just thought I'd better add that before Johnny went into
> overdrive)
*ahem*
There once was a vamp from Nantucket
Any rule about poetry, he'd fuck it
Meter he'd screw
And syllables, too
But his rhyming was the worst of all.
You can send my Nobel check to the usual PO box.
> Cheers!
Cheers?! CHEERS?!?! That bastard's corrupted you, HASN'T HE?
> Marjean
> P.S. Hey Mayall, did you ever get that haggis we sent you?
She, erm... broke. Viscosity breakdown. Next time, send one that's a
little more durable, please.
-Peg Leg Pete, and preferably blonde
> what about anything really close to "nantucket"?
> - jetgirl <--- lives on nantasket beach
There once was a girl from Nantasket
Who put all her eggs in a basket
She went up a hill
Just like Jack and Jill
She fell and now lives in a casket
-Peg Leg Pete, I hate poetry, and it /shows/
> > from hell,
> > say Pete, have you still that haiku that ended with "...kill the
> > damn beavers?"
> > it went with my last hard drive, i need to replace it.
>
> Dear God. You evil bastard, I spent years in therapy to try and repress
> those memories. And now you bring them all back, including references
> to weasels ripping my flesh. Okay, okay, I'll look for the damnable
> thing and see what I can find.
> -Peg Leg Pete, I hate you all
Ah, ah! I found it, ripjack. *ahem*
Ode to a Redwood
----------------
Oh, gentle redwood,
Fine substitute for me leg.
Damn! Kill the beavers!
There. I hope you're happy now. As a chaser, I'll share one of my
favorite haikus, penned by the late great Jason D. "You rat bastard, you
still owe me five bucks" Corley:
Haiku is easy
Five and then Seven and then
"Weasels rip my flesh."
-Peg Leg Pete, where're the old Haiku Ronins when you need them, dammit?
<snip my doggeral>
> *lol* more! more!
Get Em to start posting again, and you've got a deal.
-Peg Leg Pete
> >Hey, hey, hey. I think I need to take a moment to step in here. From
> >the Chiller's remarks, one might imply that I am, perhaps, somewhat
> >cheap. I would like to correct this misapprehension by clearly stating
> >that I am, in fact, DIRT CHEAP AND EASY. Thank you for your attention
> >to this delicate matter.
>
> The cheapness I can admire. It's the end-of-season reductions I have
> a hard time with.
Hey, I'll have you know that my Winter Inventory Shrinkage event always
goes over well with the consumers.
-Peg Leg Pete, so to speak
>On Tue, 9 Mar 1999, Chiller wrote:
>
>> >Hey, hey, hey. I think I need to take a moment to step in here. From
>> >the Chiller's remarks, one might imply that I am, perhaps, somewhat
>> >cheap. I would like to correct this misapprehension by clearly stating
>> >that I am, in fact, DIRT CHEAP AND EASY. Thank you for your attention
>> >to this delicate matter.
>>
>> The cheapness I can admire. It's the end-of-season reductions I have
>> a hard time with.
>
>Hey, I'll have you know that my Winter Inventory Shrinkage event always
>goes over well with the consumers.
But I'm sure that the summer inflation always gets a standing ovation,
so to speak.