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Haiku Anagrammed

When our logic failed
reason gave me no answers.
Hearts filled in the blanks.
Like rainbows flashing
we ensnared the headlong lies
from nature’s alcove.




The second haiku is an anagram of the first haiku

Redwing Anagrammed

I have never heard
a better reason to wake
than the redwing’s song.
Harken another
divine barrage, and a song,
the sweet tweet hovers.



the second haiku is an anagram of the first while still holding to the 5-7-5 syllable form.

Alone I Live in the Dream of Tomorrows

A I dream love’s moonlit hero went for I
L a swim in the moon, forever rooted L
O onto waves of terror. Hemmed in I
N with a foredoom no mere rest V
E reforms. I woo the dormant E
  morrow adrift on moths  


An odd, self imposed torture and I believe, an original form, each line is an anagram of the one previous (first line is anagrammed from the title) with two letters removed. These removed letters form a type of acrostic, as they spell out the first three words in the title.

Since I think I just invented this poetic form, I’ll call it a Lindacs Poem, until someone bursts my inventive bubble and informs me otherwise!



O Sly Lie – I See, So I Kneel

The webs  I forswore
Between bottom and echo
Time tells few secrets



as per Tony’s challenge to anagram a haiku… this is an anagram of the haiku “How to See”, posted as poem of the day #126

Switch It, Swell Gig, Eh?

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?


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  Tony. I know I’m going to have fun over there!

Shut My Mouth

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”


Anagrams as Form Poems – Original Art or Personal Masochism?

Occasionally I will write an anagrammatic poem; one where each line is an anagram of the first one. It’s a strange little form that I believe I have invented because I certainly have never heard of anyone else subjecting themselves to this form of literary masochism. 
There are plenty of poetic forms out there that dictate rhyme schemes, meter, how many syllables per line, repeating lines etc… but so far I’ve never bumped into anyone doing the anagram poem.
Granted, the computer is a great boon to the anagrammer (no, I don’t use any ‘software’ to generate words! That’s cheating).
I come up with a first line, fairly long (more potential), and hopefully with a good variety of letters (‘e’ is the most commonly used letter in the English language – anyone who’s ever watched Jeopardy knows that!).  Then I copy and paste it below and reduce it to a list of letters. Example. “I never thought of myself as a masochist” would look like this:
aaa eee  ii ooo u c ff g hhh l mm n r ssss ttt v y
Then you start pulling the letters down and making words and creating, hopefully, intelligent lines that make some sort of sense on some plain of existence! Sometimes the original line doesn’t even make the final poem and although the result may not be earthshattering poetry, it uncovers some rich words and word combinations that you may want to use in another poem.

O Child, O Sing
I desire no long, soft moan; no witch charmed fever.
Romance carved words of this feeling in the moon.
She looms, dreaming forever, not confined. I watch
conditional freedoms grow, even from the chains
of failing memories, coveted crowns, and the horn
on the moon, sin scarred, formed of light. We cave in.
I have fed the incandescent mirrors of moon glow
I never dance far from the two omens. o child, o sing.


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