betrayed by truculent tribbles he clanged the clappered klaxon dive! dive! down to the deeps! escaped he into enfolding ebon
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I think I had meant to base the title on the classic Disney live action submarine adventure movie, which I remember liking as a kid but not much else as I'd apparently even forgotten the exact number of leagues. This trailer which I've just now looked up kind of makes me want to see it again; I love Mason's "That is brisket of blowfish with sea squid dressing, basted in barnacles" at 3:24."
I have no idea what tribbles had to do with it, aside from their truculence.
Mon May 31, 2010 11:21 pm
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Gnod
the gnat bats around my face and bathroom sink-neighboring wall, teasingly.
taking up a square of toilet paper, i hope it will stay still on its seemingly randomly chosen wall perch long enough for me to squish it like the mighty primeval hunter i am; it does not, and with some sense of relief from killer's remorse i watch its lazy escape: taunting me , it meanders about, lingering tantalizingly over likely looking spots on the wall and mirror only to continue on to the next fascinating invisible spot in space over the faucet.
it flickers out of my attention to god knows where as i contemplate the forlorn pinched tissue and the opportunity the aerial perambulator has eschewed as so much crap performance art: the chance to go out nobly crushed by what to it must be at least a house-sized mass prepared specifically for its demise by a creature hundreds of thousands of times its weight--the kind of death afforded to super heroes, in our parlance. oh fickle gnat, you could have been the silver surfer to my celestial.
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Longer than I normally would have liked, but genuinely semi-autobiographical. Gnats, as far as I can infer from the internet, might weigh somewhere around a milligram, which is one one-thousandth of a gram, which is very little. I do gnot gnow if that was actually a gnat, though; that's just what I tend to call any little fly-like insect smaller than a regular type of fly.
The Celestials are, of course, awesome:
Mon May 31, 2010 11:24 pm
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Exquisite Bone Structure
New neighbors left for work Trash men empty their bins Strange young woman In a strange car Arrives Clatters objects into said cans Departs Contemptuously gazing So exciting These Russian spies
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Inspired by those H0t spies we just swapped with Russia for the guy who didn't want to come here. But also, a true story (although I can't prove they're Russian spies...yet).
I edited the capital "I" in "In," because in the Kremlin Duma font it looked like overlapping capital I and O, which was confusing in this context.
Thu Jul 22, 2010 6:01 am
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Sounding
see the surface imply the depth
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Vowels Get Serious
Imply-you an aptitude in using words irresponsibly-- even outlandishly--on occasion? It's unapologetically awful!
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Should Have Slept In
My toothpaste goes swimming the sink swells This only happens after insufficent sleep Overflow overflow
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I came up with these in the wee hours of the morning a month or so ago, and they've been nagging every once in a while since then.
I really like the font I found for the first one and how that goes with the words; I'd been thinking I needed a sort of watery font for it, but then I realized the last one was also sort of a water theme, and in fact I do water-themed poems a *lot* for some reason. So I was extra-glad I found a non-water font for that one, whew.
Mon Sep 06, 2010 1:16 am
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Vidur
A rustling of feathers The crow flies straight Don't curse me, Odin I tried not to scare you
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Seemed like wherever I went this afternoon, there were crows hopping around, looking at me suspiciously with their heads cocked to the side. Probably just coincidence, although I wonder if the arrival of fall increases their scavenging activities.
The biggest and bravest one had fruffed up, discolored feathers, like he was really old or something. This--probably together with the cooling weather--made me think of that wacky head of the Norse pantheon, Odin, who liked to go around disguised as an old man or raven, messing with people.
Odin, partly because he messed with people a lot, and also because he was father of many of the gods and really powerful, got a lot of names. Here's what the Edda (The Everyman Library edition, translated by Anthony Faulkes, bolding mine) has to say about some of his names:
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'Odin is called All-father, for he is father of all gods. He is also called Val-father [father of the slain], since all those who fall in battle are his adopted sons. He assigns them places in Val-hall and Vingolf, and they are then known as Einheriar. He is also called Hanga-god [god of the hanged] and Hapta-god [god of prisoners], Farma-god [god of cargoes], and he called himself by various other names on his visit to King Geirrod:
Then spoke Gangleri: 'What a terrible lot of names you have given him! By my faith, one would need a great deal of learning to be able to give details and explanations of what events have given rise to each of these names.'
Then said High: 'It is very instructive to go closely into all this. But to put it in a word, most names have been given him as a result of the fact that with all the branches of languages in the world, each nation finds it necessary to adapt his name to their language for invocation and prayers for themselves, but some events giving rise to these names have taken place in his travels and have been made the subject of stories, and you cannot claim to be a wise man if you are unable to tell of these important happenings.'
Hm! Tough getting into wise man school back then. Well let's see what we can do. About his name Vidur specifically, later in the Edda, a poet is quoted as saying:
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'No need for men to nurse fear about my poetry. In Vidur's booty I use no spite. We know how to order praise-works.'
and even later another poet says
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'Poets call me Vidur's thought-smith, getter of Gaut's gift, lack-nought hero, server of Ygg's ale, song-making Modi, skilled smith of rhyme; what is a poet other than that?'
her mouth said from the vicinity of my right ear as she graced me with a consolation hug her compact breasts feeling somehow hard as rocks against my chest through both of our coats
So I'll give you a call some I began during the early arriving unclinch don't bother she ungrammatically ended the sentence for me I've already blocked your number
one final glance just making sure it had all sunk in and I wasn't going to try to follow her or something my crest apparently fallen sufficiently her back brisked away down the sidewalk
trying to pick out some flaw in the structure or movement of her diminishing rear end that would ultimately have driven me to drink
but
defeated by loose-fitting jeans very obviously worn to discourage rather than impress
alone and unhappy I was still saying to myself over cold rushed breakfast the next morning pretending I meant her
out of milk so I just used water
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Don't worry, mom! This isn't really autobiographical.
I never buy milk. :)
Mon Nov 15, 2010 12:19 am
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4 Leaf Son of a Bitch
Where has the magic gone freaking leprechauns Shillelagh
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Came up with this one a while ago so I can't say for sure what was going through my mind at the time. I do like "shillelagh" an awful lot as a word, though.
Mon Jan 10, 2011 4:52 pm
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Desolate
time through work and busy hands does fly peering backwards now, are we satisfied or have life and youth hotly passed us by leaving cold regrets that in shadows lie
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Just thinking about life and choices. I think I've chosen good things.
Also after writing it I realized the end there was totally cribbed from Tolkien, ie "In Mordor where the shadows lie."
Mon Jan 10, 2011 4:54 pm
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Elision X
caterpillar twists in a Mobius strip
discoloration due to Doppler shift
passing songs and cars
elide my thoughts
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"Elide" didn't quite mean what I thought it meant when I thought of that last line--but it worked nevertheless. Hooray for words. :)
I like this font. It isn't the first label tape font I've seen, but it's pretty nice. I wonder if anyone's ever actually done poems in label tape? Time to google. ... Yep! Here's one, for instance. Neat!
Also, I was rather pleased with having worked "Doppler shift" into a poem. :D
Sat Apr 23, 2011 5:21 pm
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Ave Maria
Your eyes are filled with pearls Your coffee filled with paste
He's put poison in your pudding And diamonds in your waste
Cataracts line linoleum; Soft gumdrops dot your face
Once you thought The world made sense But now you surely know
It doesn't matter What you've done But only where you go
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I was going to use a font called "Champignon" for this, but there appears to be some suspicion that it's a pirated font. "HenryMorganHand" is nice, although as you'll notice in the attribution line at the bottom, where I *didn't* adjust it by hand, the spacing of the "y" seems to be off.
Counting out Champignon and another by the same "author" that may also be stolen, there's a real dearth of good, free calligraphic fonts at dafont.com. =p
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