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brighn
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response 124 of 178:
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May 9 13:48 UTC 2001 |
To quote from #0 (the rules): "the adjective must imaginatively describe the
noun in a completely new way."
So, temper tantrums and jabs aside, the phrases in this item are not supposed
to be commonplace. What you post elsewhere, and whether you make commonplace
poems out of the phrases, is up to you.
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aquarum
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response 125 of 178:
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May 10 22:20 UTC 2001 |
dude, man, don't get mad at me. *I* was trying to warn you that people might
get on your case. Don't shoot the messenger.
why get so upset, anyway?
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brighn
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response 126 of 178:
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May 10 23:39 UTC 2001 |
Yeah, get mad at me. =} I'm the one Rebecca was warning you about.
Then again, I'm the one your mother always warned you about, too. >=}
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arianna
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response 127 of 178:
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May 14 02:21 UTC 2001 |
I outta get you a shirt with that slogan printed on it, brighn. (;
don't sweat it, ignatz. I'm the fair-witness and *I* got chewed out for
chosing cliche combinations, too. [:
read responses 22 - 42. it'll make you feel better, and should give you a
little more perspective on the personalities that coexist in this
conference.
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arianna
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response 128 of 178:
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May 14 02:34 UTC 2001 |
(er, try 22-47, rather.)
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brighn
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response 129 of 178:
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May 14 03:29 UTC 2001 |
hey, I liked 47. ;} One of my smarmier pieces.
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arianna
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response 130 of 178:
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May 14 15:50 UTC 2001 |
in fact.
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flem
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response 131 of 178:
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Sep 12 21:40 UTC 2001 |
The Spam-ku archive
The indisputable, inherent queen of ersatz food,
Its putty-like consistency transmogrified into
the universal putty of the written word,
pours forth with glee celestial balderdash
through wonderfully impertinent antique poetic forms,
and cycles the zodiacal laughter, tears,
and general silliness that flesh is heir to.
new list
indefatigable bullshit
ersatz inspiration (I love the word ersatz)
eponymous deity
hallowed meretrix
agglutinative personality
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morwen
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response 132 of 178:
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Feb 6 00:05 UTC 2002 |
Avoiding the agglutinative personality of the crowd,
I sidle along a back street
Seeking the erzatz inspiration of some eponymous deity.
Half blinded by the tearing rain
I notice a whore, drenched in the sudden downpour
Like a sort of ragged Virgin Mary huddled in a doorway
Watching this hallowed meretrix, I feel the muse's prick
And hurry home to write, the words tummbling from my pen
When I read what has been written,
I wonder that such indefatitigable bullshit
Should ever have come from me.
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Julie's back. Been really busy with other things.
I want to reestablish the rules here, though as I said before they are
only cast in clay, not stone. There are to be 5 to 8 pairs of words.
Poets are supposed to use ALL the offered combinations and the poems
are only supposed to be 5 to 16 lines in length. Like I've said before
I'm not picky but... Please try to stay close to the rules. Otherwise,
what's the point?
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New Word List
1. capable incompetant
2. blank musings
3. indifferent similarities
4. royal nobodies
5. sad joy
6. aluminum frustration
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morwen
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response 133 of 178:
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Feb 6 00:06 UTC 2002 |
by the way, I actually had to look some of those last words up before I
could use any of them. It definitely made for interesting poetry.
~Julie Pratt
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jaklumen
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response 134 of 178:
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Feb 6 07:57 UTC 2002 |
sahib?
sahib!
Paradox is the world I teach you today, sahib.
It is a glorious kingdom
where royal nobodies sit upon thrones of aluminum frustration,
and their sages are court fools babbling blank musings.
Troubadours and common gleeman alike sing songs of sad joy,
and wealth and poverty line the streets,
paved with golden and wooden coins from the east
etched with a parable on their third sides
speaking of indifferent similarities here.
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morwen
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response 135 of 178:
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Feb 6 18:09 UTC 2002 |
Jon, you forgot to do a word list. LOL
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flem
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response 136 of 178:
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Feb 6 19:36 UTC 2002 |
"Watching this hallowed meretrix, I feel the muse's prick"
haha, excellent. Was the pun intentional?
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morwen
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response 137 of 178:
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Feb 7 03:07 UTC 2002 |
Depends, I didn't know there was a pun. Oh wait. I think I see it.
No, it was completely unintentional. Suppose I should've seen that
coming and written "muse's touch" instead. lol
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remmers
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response 138 of 178:
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Feb 7 11:16 UTC 2002 |
Word list, please!
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flem
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response 139 of 178:
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Feb 7 14:48 UTC 2002 |
re 137, "muse's touch": Absolutely not! "muse's prick" is essential,
especially in such close proximity to "meretrix". :)
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jaklumen
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response 140 of 178:
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Feb 8 04:52 UTC 2002 |
yes. It would be unwise to break a near rhyme that happens to have a
witty interpretation by a certain colloquialism.
Oh, beg your pardon, John, sorry.. it is my turn. Here we are, as
follows:
rich beggar
fragrant stench
delicious dogma
skillful quack
thoughtful ignorance
coordinated chaos
joyous damnation
stereophonic soliloquy
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brighn
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response 141 of 178:
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Feb 8 15:19 UTC 2002 |
This response has been erased.
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brighn
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response 142 of 178:
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Feb 8 15:21 UTC 2002 |
It was not coincidence:
It was the delicious dogma of the skillful quack
that one rich kid was bad enough, but twins?
Too much.
So one was squirreled away
(In the coordinated chaos of the birthing room)
To the fragrant stench of the London streets,
The joyous damnation of living among the common people
nd raised in the love born of thoughtful ignorance.
And yet, as the boys grew, their misery at their fates
Rose above the streets of London --
From Buckingham Palace to the Back Alleys --
From the impoverished prince and the rich beggar --
A stereophonic soliloquy of "Woe is me!"
(From the back story of "The Prince and the Pauper" ;} )
[Scribbled and reposted, I forgot one.]
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brighn
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response 143 of 178:
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Feb 8 15:29 UTC 2002 |
devout heretic
spurious capnomancy
effluvial quinine
retrofitted pyrene
treacle-flavored disintegration
retired wife
gelatinous ceramic
There you go. Some everyday phrases for y'all to play with.
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morwen
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response 144 of 178:
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Feb 8 19:15 UTC 2002 |
oh my. I might need to look those ones up too, just to know what they
mean when they are used in verse.
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morwen
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response 145 of 178:
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Feb 11 18:12 UTC 2002 |
Is somebody going to post or are we waiting while everyone looks up
brighn's wordlist.
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brighn
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response 146 of 178:
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Feb 11 19:10 UTC 2002 |
I killed it. ={
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flem
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response 147 of 178:
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Feb 11 21:43 UTC 2002 |
I may give it a try tonight, if I feel up to it.
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aquarum
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response 148 of 178:
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Feb 12 06:23 UTC 2002 |
Not terribly good, but fun to write...
Sitting at the coffee house, watching his pipe make dragons
I practice my spurious capnomancy and spin stories about them
Stealing bits of wisdom from maidens who then buy them back
With gems.
The jacket talks about gin and tonic and again I smell the effluvial quinine
Of British officers in India, and think of the treacle-flavored disintegration
Of the Empire on which the sun never set. Until it did.
Grasshoppers lead one to another and I babble about tales of handmaids
And retired wives.
I am a devout heretic when it comes to their conversational patterns.
They follow me nonetheless.
Later I may talk about the woman who was frightened by ghosts
That turned her kylix into gelatinous ceramic
Or try to hard to bridge a gap between cyberpunk and folk song
By talking about yours trulyUs retrofitted pyrene.
Why do they let me?
(Words to follow)
{I swear Brighn picks his words the same way Lofting's good doctor picked
places to go}
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