Come close.
Put your ear next to mine.
Can you hear the sound of the ocean?
I can.
I hear waves on a beach I’ll never visit,
gulls on a horizon I’ll never see.
The trick is to not care anymore.
To let it trickle away
like the sand pulled backwards
by the surf.
Come close.
Put your ear next to mine and sigh.
I showed you my ocean,
now you show me yours.
#108
I’ll anagram most anything from spam to poems it seems.
the challenge unimaginably galvanising teems
with discipline distilling gems, sublime equals absurd
watch well for likely matches, verse and spillikins of words
paraphrase synonymity, explore the syllabary
wondering what’s cached within the language library
flawlessly stow letters, web the rhythm, glibly winning
the sudden nice advance by the shuddering final inning
why do we blog quirky poems with messages obscure
spanning and inciting a re-verse subculture?
#107
This was a challenge to myself! I wanted to anagram a poem so I started with “The Scathing Nausic Lingle”, my nonsense poem of the day before yesterday and anagrammed it into the poem above. Thanks for inviting me to www.anagrammy.com Tony. I know I’m going to have fun over there!
You are what you hate
how and why you hate
where, who, and when you hate.
Hate being the prison
You are what you love
how and why you love
where, who, and when you love.
Love being the key.
You are what you imagine
how and why you imagine
where, who, and when you imagine
imagination being the horizon.
Take the key.
Open the prison.
Head for the horizon.
You are what you do.
#106
Punce a time whilst scambling
along a wendling way,
warbling nausic lingles
To parse the rhyme of day
I slivvied in a squishel
emprattling my pride
while splatlets on my nattiness
bumbled up my stride.
My peekers angled sighways
“Who bungled me?” I bay.
“Who skid this risky squishel
along my wendling way?”
T’was sillig for a second
then a brachy voice interth
“Your nausic lingles scathe me
gerroff and wendle firth.”
“Who peaches me” I gargle
“Who pratts my nausic lingles?”
but never nother slight was slewn
Twixt bramblers and bingles.
#105
“with apologies to Lewis Carroll…”
The Scathing Nausic Lingle – Part II
Within every meeting are sown seeds of parting.
Hi echoes goodbye.
Rot follows ivy as
hobbled humanity (yes, us) flees time
although accidents happen with every eccentric tick
of a clock have hope,
you’ll cry,
but eventually you’ll be happy.
Spamagram: Below lurks the bizarre spam message that I anagrammed into the poem above.
“Even though you’re any of the lucky enough choices, it comes evidently, although capture the fancy with the certain coveted by ly folks other valuable you you meet may possibly possibly well have hard times this specific problem. pre owned awnings”
#104
Like a willful child,
sleep pouts and stalls for a more
inconvenient time.
#103
Ever since I was a child I’ve loved to travel
I love to see new places from the window of a car
or truck, or through the clouds from an airplane.
I even like the view from a crowded Greyhound bus.
So last year my man and I bought a trailer
and then we paid the price and bought a truck
to tour around and maybe to retire in
My timing was my typical bad luck.
Gas prices spiked again, how far can we go?
If we save our pennies we’ll get ten miles down the road.
Gas prices spiked again, how far can we drive?
If we start driving now, in ten minutes we’ll arrive.
#102
Find some land and some wood, build a house.
Use your heart and your brain, find a spouse.
Work when it’s light,
Sleep when it’s night,
When the weather is bad don’t go out.
Find a spade and some seeds, plant a garden.
Add a cow and some hens to the yard and
grow them some food,
they’ll do the same for you.
Get a sensible dog who will guard them.
Find the deadfalls and snags, cut wood
that will fit in your stove and burn good.
dowse a well for your water.
Raise sons and daughters.
build a cellar to hold all your food
There are other things that would be nice,
like a black and white cat to catch mice,
songs you can hum,
guitars to strum,
and books you would read more than twice.
That’s a pretty darn good life.
#101
I Independence
Once a common attribute, Independence has suffered from loss of natural habitat due to the encroachment of Convenience. Although a weaker attribute, Convenience has increased its numbers by interbreeding with Independence resulting in a subspecies of Convenience with an insatiable appetite for novelty. Sightings of Independence are rare and population estimates are low and restricted to rural and northern areas. It is generally accepted that unless Independence develops a thicker skin and a more aggressive attitude this attribute may soon move to the extinction list.
II Privacy
Although every year several sightings of privacy are reported, none have yet been substantiated by the teams of trained observers who converge upon them for verification. Only these sporadic sightings keep Privacy from the extinction list and it is entirely possible that Privacy never really existed at all and should be relegated to the realm of mythology.
III Initiative
A tenacious characteristic, capable of thriving in the harshest of environments, Initiative has suffered great losses due to pollution. Every day many are snared in loops and coils of red tape. The pathetic sight of dying initiative, red tape tightening around its neck, has sadly become commonplace and although the losses would seem to be preventable, creating regulations to deal with this problem only generate more red tape.
This Endangered List Update has been brought to you by the Frustration Program of the Jaded Expectations Society.
#100
Yes, I know, it’s more prose than poem, but that’s what I wrote this morning so oh well… 🙂
Now take the wire in your left hand, the pliers in your right
and make a ninety degree bend not quite halfway along
rather like that bend in the road that I took
when I met your father.
Now, put down the regular pliers and pick up
the round nosed ones and twist a loop into the wire,
somewhat like the loop your arrival twisted
into our lives, perfect, symetrical,
the first full twist on a DNA strand.
Now grasp that loop with the regular pliers, hold firm,
sort of like we did when you rebelled, although you were
a decidedly reasonable child.
Now take a few wraps
around the wire, tight and close,
much like the way we’ve always been.
Now snip off the left over wire, the part left over
that needs to find another purpose, another role,
a bit like your journey into independence.
Now string your gems and pearls.
Repeat.
#99
Linda Studley 