I haven’t now the patience for this, as I’ve 20 xome still to go and even then have a bit of tidy-lines to maybe not let it look a complete hash of words… but beneath is what to do on a prompt… take the old and remake it anew…. heh cloggin up my inbox lol ain’t that the truth detritis said and word memories, I read it once so shut the hell up PLEASE. :D…
today’s prompt let’s try a mash-up. You should so far have xx poems. Using the poems you’ve written this month, write a new poem using a line from each poem. It could be the first line from each, the last, the fifth, or a random one. Line them up and write a poem from there. Perhaps looking back you will notice…
karma has that wolfish smile of satisfaction
karma’s wolfish smile satisfied and pleased
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the gun metal gloom, winter spits at spring.
https://wordpress.com/post/almondcoffeed.wordpress.com/9947
or sonnetized never sanitized for my protection.
just echoes pelmeni perhaps or borscht
echoes pelmeni, or perhaps one borscht
https://wordpress.com/post/almondcoffeed.wordpress.com/9796
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two locomotive
shells and five more souls
purified from life
locomotive shells and more souls now pure.
poetrydump1.rtf, may ’11’s “8.02.85” a poem from a headline/news story, part of that era’s poetry scavenger hunt (5th) … of that specific doughnut church lass via then xanga.com
08.02.1985
picture from: wacohistoryproject.org
There, the altar Hope
assends, spiraling
two locomotive
shells and five more souls
purified from life
Just before sunset
one gravel mover
close to clear sailing
put tthe hammer down
here comes hell’s sunshine
This ain’t no special
we are so scheduled
We’re the ev’nin freight
we’ll make our next break
heaven equals three
Is it worth one more?
to be pencil pushed?
one more wagged finger?
toasted s’mores roadside?
a trainer’s punchline?
Wreck Survivable
protocalls ignored
coffee and doughnut
Your lives tossed asside
too few fucking died.
You dropped the highway
hospitalized some
called for over-time
made my biggest sound
made rushing a sin
Bet you’d rather life
Guess what Blue Collars?
You suspected knives
“ain’t my fault!” hollers
You made New York Times
Sev’n fourty pee em
Around a blind curve
you said, “c’mon baby,
grab hold LOCK&SQUEAL”
it took all you had.
http://wikimapia.org/1745541/1985-Train-Wreck-location
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25 January 2011
Strange TROLLS
Dementors in the night/strangers in the night.
Dementors in the night – circlin’ softly
hunting victims in the ink, aloft see
watch out they don’t suck your soul with a kiss
hunger for the fright alight in your eyes the body soon cold after haunting cries whispered light passing you lips – your life is THROUGHHHHH Dementors in the night cold death and cruel, Dementors of your fright watching for that’s soul’s glow it’s so easy for you to go don’t wait for the day, sneak out and give your life away. don’t you think you’re clever death’ll find you no matter the weather souls are dinner for Dementors in the night. boo whoo whoo whoo and other taunts til the end…. source and sing along http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Ddementors%26ei%3DUTF-8%26fr%3Dmoz35%26fr2%3Dtab-web&w=1280&h=1024&imgurl=harrypotter.warnerbros.com%2Fhogwarts%2Fdarkarts%2Fmed%2Fwallpapers%2FdarkArts3a_Wall.jpg&rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hpana.com%2Fnews.18002.html&size=180KB&name=Bonus%3A+Dementors…&p=dementors&oid=60287931e546c0283a68aaffcb910946&fr2=tab-web&no=10&tt=5420&sigr=114e8un9m&sigi=12fpssfm5&sigb=12m6bcoun&.crumb=ESVHJvzH844 http://www.lyricsfreak.com/f/frank%2Bsinatra/strangers%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bnight_20056148.html
I have blue eyes…but be glad i can’t sing , but Frank could and you could check my meter now through
—~~6@
watching for that’s soul’s glow it’s so easy for you to go
watching your soul glow, it’s easy to go.
cheats the meaning now doesn’t it? one is I’ll suck your soul dry for you to die the other, you’re a dull bitch , I’m leaving! 😀 but whatever 😀
as you can see, rtf doesn’t cleanly format nor does .txt.
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but I ain’t sniffin’ a brimstone breeze
Yes!, I lament my best snubbed cold
but if I time stamp once to many more even I’ll be gettin’ rolled
all the best snubbed yet, time-stamp and be rolled
same 1.25.11 thing…
Cloggin’ up my inbox/smokin in the boys room
(Spoken) Ain’t it gettin’ Stale out there?
y’ever go looking for that person you don’t read often and then have to click 7 pages after 2 minutes go find them again because Time-stamping hogs suck the soul right out of the new?
Y’know It used to bother me. But you know what there’s another way. So get your eggs ready.
(Sung) Looking around my inbox,
– who’s smoking what bag?
Re-reading yestermonth’s crap is a f-in’ drag
What the hell, I’m can foam and rue
can’t beat ’em or join ’em but this much is true
Cloggin’ up my inbox
Cloggin’ up my inbox
now Butt-Stain, once or twice could have been cool
But 500 times a day just is “EW!”
crabbed out about those stats
– prayin’ for double or tripple more
update to current time click,
you click click bore
oh wouldn’t it be a sight?
MY blog front page tonight
Never mind my fellows – my words are dyn o MITE!
Cloggin’ up my inbox
cloggin’ up my inbox
yes turd-worder, you’re right on cue
you time-stampin’ fool
Eat it.
Sure, its all about degrees
but I ain’t sniffin’ a brimstone breeze
Yes!, I lament my best snubbed cold
but if I time stamp once to many more even I’ll be gettin’ rolled
for cloggin’ up your inbox
but you’re cloggin up my inbox
attention whorin,’ screech upon screech
stop being such a fucking leach
cloggin’ up my inbox
cloggin’ up my inbox
time-stamping Jewel,you’re just a squishy stool!
clicking, not creativity is your ONLY tool.
source and sing-a-long
http://www.lyricsondemand.com/onehitwonders/smokinintheboysroomlyrics.html
8 replies on “2 bit recycler”
hahaha! I had totally forgotten time-stamping. Yeah, that was irksome. Very. Think I did it three or four times. Yuck.
Karma’s wolfish smile…dyn-o-mite!
sing your “All in the family” theme, “Those Were The Days!” when you knew who you were then, girls were girls and men were men, mister we could use a man like hurbert hoover again….. didn’t need no welfare state, every body pulled their weight, gee, our old laSalle ran great….Those were the DAYS!” funny how the lyrics have more meaning now in the twenty-teens than when written! 😉 I mean by attitudes against said inclusions of all peoples.
LOL Yeah, that could definitely be somebody’s theme song.
have you ever posited on the patterns of visitation to blogs based against normal life patters, post topics to determin people’s sex lives? rather imprecise game but most of my wednesday/humpday marrieds very quickly post something about stresses and its fairly obvious that someone had a headache that day 😉 😀
Now that is some keen observing. 😀 It could be true and might be worth studying. 😀 😀
Something calls to mind the term, see food diet. 😀 rc? http://www.ale8one.com, perhaps a double ski? *similar to mountain dew, regional soda, or perhaps some goobers?, I hear they do a cola proud.
Your recycled line poem is cool! Very creative! 🙂
Ha! “time stamping”…that was a Xanga-thing, right?! I hadn’t thought about that in a l-o-n-g time. Was it the thingee where people could keep reblogging their recent post?!
It wouldn’t let me watch/hear the vids. 😦
HUGS for a Toots-Day with excitement for Hump-Day! 😛
excitement? hopefully not excrement! 😀 sanitary smiles 😀 the bronx cheer kind 😀