Linda Studley

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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”


Commentary on Spam – Seriously?

I moderate comments to my blog and even though the filter informs me it’s deterred over a thousand spam messages, I still have a few to look at each day in the spam file. I have just one question…who in their right mind would allow a spam message, like the one I’ve included below, onto their page?

“Greatest fighter toasts ought to entertain on your couples.”

Thank you, my couples do not need anyone to entertain on them, certainly not fighters, great or otherwise.

I have pondered this for a long time and I can only conclude that these spam comments are the detritus generated by the proverbial ‘infinite number of monkeys sitting at an infinite number of typewriters’ before they managed to type out the complete works of Shakespeare.

Greatest fighter toasts? Seriously?


Cyberspacial Limbo – a haiku lament

I showed up at the usual meeting place for my Saturday morning writers’ group only to find that I’d gotten the dates wrong. As I sat drinking my Market Spice Tea and nibbling on my fresh baked tea biscuit (Faking Sanity yummies) I connected to the internet with my netbook and tried to track down my writing buddies. I tried Facebook and email etc… no one was online! Finally I just phoned someone and confirmed my suspicions that I’d managed to be a week early!
Because I had another appointment later that day, I decided to get another tea and just do some writing – any kind of writing. What I ended up with is a six verse haiku lament about not being able to locate someone online.

Cyberspacial Limbo

Where are you now, friend?
Does my email languish in
your full spam inbox?

My friend request lost
In cyberspacial limbo?
Twitter me this, dear.

Why stumble upon
My space? I hear your word press
Against my ear, dear.

Well, Skype my I M !
Your broken link can’t find the
Internet Highway.

I spell your name – search,
But the way back machine lies,
As though you’re still there.

I Google you now.
Your SEO has fallen
From grace, you diggit?

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