Annoncing my poem! You jey!

[MTVM]

I strivingly raise you to consider: This poem is not si much simple or clever as it is telling. Veliorical, in fact. Perhaps you mayu disdain or misunderstand, but plesae! Consider that I am making a statement of cosimc importance and I am wanting to work ao revise it to make sure the message is clear.

That is important is obvios and clever. Coment is welcome to tell me how I have afected tyoyu with my poetry. Only good coment pleas! I laugh a t bad comeent as it show how petyu are as pte. Envy id baen of pote you should know . Peom:

God Knows Onew Blithe Spitre

I am not blithe. I am as shield—
A shield of trust and mortuarty. I dog
The guarded worded wrong, the sodden scion,
A death prolonged, in its errant vainglory.
On a back of rain-sleek tracks
I find a chandelier that lights a path
Unto an experienced innocence. You laugh,
But, Child, you cannot barricade
Such visionistic facts such as this flesh
And what we all lack, in fact. Yes, tacks.

Thumbs of rod-like stumps are permanently
Shaded in your bobbled eyne, ycleft
Like Chaucer's not so sullied wine. No. No
Rape, nor rapeseed harvest we. We rape
Straight, we rape strong, sweet Innocence,
As if sailing the Zuider Zee. And when we,
Valorious, vertiginously, char your thought
As PK3 or change a pawn,
Let us darken security and muss our wonder:
What Man has left, let God then Munder.

I suspect that all of wyou will confuse thus poem and not concene onf ifts worth. So enough! I consede that poetry is not always somt hsdj fod intend s as ultimagfe wirth.

That u gyre weak and feeb le, let yuor selfs be meke.


MTVM

 

[Tathagata]

A new day, a new almost illiterate post, new gibberish, a new name to put on ignore.

It's Miller time











( and yes I know its a joke....at least I hope it is)

 

[Angeline]

A new day, a new almost illiterate post, new gibberish, a new name to put on ignore.

It's Miller time











( and yes I know its a joke....at least I hope it is)

What, you think loads of people aren't going to have the same reaction? And then he's going to have a daily post, telling everyone that he is so innovative and anyone who disagrees sucks (in his haphazard, preening way)?

Uh, no thanks.

Lauren, baby, it's all yours. Another one for the ignore list.

 

[Tathagata]

What, you think loads of people aren't going to have the same reaction? And then he's going to have a daily post, telling everyone that he is so innovative and anyone who disagrees sucks (in his haphazard, preening way)?

Uh, no thanks.

Lauren, baby, it's all yours. Another one for the ignore list.

wow
get up on the wrong side of the kibbutz today?

 

[champagne1982]

Consider that I am making a statement of cosimc importance and I am wanting to work ao revise it to make sure the message is clear.

That is important is obvios and clever. Coment is welcome to tell me how I have afected tyoyu with my poetry. Only good coment pleas! I laugh a t bad comeent as it show how petyu are as pte. Envy id baen of pote you should know . Peom:

God Knows Onew Blithe Spitre

That u gyre weak and feeb le, let yuor selfs be meke.


MTVM

This parody would be funny were it not so accurate.

 

[Angeline]

wow
get up on the wrong side of the kibbutz today?

No, lol, you know me pretty well. I am the most tolerant person until I hit the wall and I've had enough. I did that a few days ago with him. And if this thread is a parody, it's a really great one.

And if you you want to answer me, pm or email cause I am doing the mod thing for a few more minutes and then I will put whoever TMV is on ignore and go back to my shiny, happy world.

 

[MTVM]

A new day, a new almost illiterate post, new gibberish, a new name to put on ignore.

It's Miller time











( and yes I know its a joke....at least I hope it is)

Those poetickals among we who have know the verse of genus can not be but dissapointed by this sultry post. Who casts stones at poetss knew to hear? Ignore? Ignore truth spaken religimentally!!

The auther shows his ignorant by nameing Miller time. Anny Boston knows it should be Tremont Ale.

 

[MTVM]

What, you think loads of people aren't going to have the same reaction? And then he's going to have a daily post, telling everyone that he is so innovative and anyone who disagrees sucks (in his haphazard, preening way)?

Uh, no thanks.

Lauren, baby, it's all yours. Another one for the ignore list.

Not dailly post, I thnik, but, yes, innovvative!! My poems are choosed for publicatoin by World Poety Collection!!! I ergonestifry a new spirit, Stile, of poemtry and se alrady jelosy among those without understand of my iligant writings!!!

I do nott haphazard peeing way. Ever.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

No't enoug'h apostrophe's to convin's mee..., MTV

 

[MTVM]

No't enoug'h apostrophe's to convin's mee..., MTV

I's' t'h'i's' e'n'o'u'g'h'?'

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I's' t'h'i's' e'n'o'u'g'h'?'

Ah! Caught you. You know what an apostrophe is.

 

[Angeline]

Ah! Caught you. You know what an apostrophe is.

Ok, so it's not you.

 

[MTVM]

Ah! Caught you. You know what an apostrophe is.

Well, an apo'strophe, anyway.

''''''''''''''''''''?!??!''''''''''''''''''''



MTVM

 

[Angeline]

Not dailly post, I thnik, but, yes, innovvative!! My poems are choosed for publicatoin by World Poety Collection!!! I ergonestifry a new spirit, Stile, of poemtry and se alrady jelosy among those without understand of my iligant writings!!!

I do nott haphazard peeing way. Ever.

"ergonestifry"

I think I have a recipee for that.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

Not enough annoying images after the post but totally unrelated to it, either.

 

[MTVM]

"ergonestifry"

I think I have a recipee for that.

Your calque of invegliosity shows poor ill-rinded ephermistalics, o swan of Ballylee.



MTVM

 

[MTVM]

I triumphicate overearning!!!!!

Gyrating in a flatulent turn
The bird loses sight of the birderman
The centre is nor centre when a part
Of loose anachronism launched
On low tide. Everywhere
Celebrated ignominy is downed
And best of all, convictions handed down
With impassioned unsensitivity.

Revelation is a surly hand,
A second hand, and Coming.
But Seconal Coming? My words flout
The last imago, Spirit of Monday,
Troubled with slight waist and dessert--
Leonine-shaped man with headless body
Blank and pitiable as a plum,
Moving with slow sighs, while about
Its hot wind flit indigent birds.
In darkness, it drools again, and, no,
Yet twenty sycophantic sheep
Perplexed and frightened by its rocky prattle
Welcome the rough beast, an hour around at least,
Couched before Survivor being borned.

M
T
V
M

 

[Angeline]

Gyrating in a flatulent turn
The bird loses sight of the birderman
The centre is nor centre when a part
Of loose anachronism launched
On low tide. Everywhere
Celebrated ignominy is downed
And best of all, convictions handed down
With impassioned unsensitivity.

Revelation is a surly hand,
A second hand, and Coming.
But Seconal Coming? My words flout
The last imago, Spirit of Monday,
Troubled with slight waist and dessert--
Leonine-shaped man with headless body
Blank and pitiable as a plum,
Moving with slow sighs, while about
Its hot wind flit indigent birds.
In darkness, it drools again, and, no,
Yet twenty sycophantic sheep
Perplexed and frightened by its rocky prattle
Welcome the rough beast, an hour around at least,
Couched before Survivor being borned.

M
T
V
M

Thak you for reglumpifying many of my favorite Yeats works, but will you pick on somebody's else's favorite poet next?

 

[WynEternal]

Thak you for reglumpifying many of my favorite Yeats works, but will you pick on somebody's else's favorite poet next?

Uh huh. How about tackling Milton or Donne.

 

[MTVM]

My will is indominentable!!!!!

I am ignoranting all detractors! My poems are unikqe and need no praise from those scofers who grop to nag and shrill! Indeed, I leap from these illific scorns to theme andother poe m.

My glee is glare, pronuncified
Under craven coil of wit where anywhere
Is nowhere and in that place of sandy
Rocky earth, I lie immersioned 'neath
A dry, desserted sky. My questling task,
To whit: Imerge and unvale wisodms
That oridnary cannot see or speak,
Tell truths inelegant phrasingness,
Go way's irident normals cant.
Their is beauty in oppositioning
Succore that is thine wright and more.
Be chastigory untill finallity's have made
Your write the write onbe store.

Harpific coments asside, please. I am swelled in my comfident skills and need not stamping verfications of my verse.

What does not stil us makes me stringer., as the saying says.

MTVM

 

[unpredictablebijou]

brainstorm

I HAVE to, for my own pure sanity or what's left of it, see this as a lovely and brilliant parody. Whoever's doing it has my eternal admiration if that's the case. Either way, it's crackin' me up.

However, for the real ones, such as the most recent "tasking" we all got from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I had this idea. Common characteristics seem to be: pomposity, inflated but misused vocabulary, a desperate need for attention and conflict, and a supreme confidence in one's own perfection. How about a special award?

Racking my brains for an actual known poet who may have embodied some of these characteristics, I came up with Pope, (for his extreme pomposity, his nitty argumentative nature, and his fierce attachment to his own work), and Gerard Manley Hopkins, (for his obvious love of the sound of his own voice and his tendency to use so much alliteration he often sounded like a parody of himself).

So. Give these folks a special and completely random award, first thing. Then ignore them.

The Popey? The Troll-y? The Super Extra Magnificent Gerard Manley Hopkins Annual Commemorative Trophy for Incomprehensible Excellence?

Bet it wouldn't help, but I am, after all, an eternal optimist.

bijou

 

[Angeline]

I HAVE to, for my own pure sanity or what's left of it, see this as a lovely and brilliant parody. Whoever's doing it has my eternal admiration if that's the case. Either way, it's crackin' me up.

However, for the real ones, such as the most recent "tasking" we all got from He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, I had this idea. Common characteristics seem to be: pomposity, inflated but misused vocabulary, a desperate need for attention and conflict, and a supreme confidence in one's own perfection. How about a special award?

Racking my brains for an actual known poet who may have embodied some of these characteristics, I came up with Pope, (for his extreme pomposity, his nitty argumentative nature, and his fierce attachment to his own work), and Gerard Manley Hopkins, (for his obvious love of the sound of his own voice and his tendency to use so much alliteration he often sounded like a parody of himself).

So. Give these folks a special and completely random award, first thing. Then ignore them.

The Popey? The Troll-y? The Super Extra Magnificent Gerard Manley Hopkins Annual Commemorative Trophy for Incomprehensible Excellence?

Bet it wouldn't help, but I am, after all, an eternal optimist.

bijou

I think it's a parody, too, and I also think I know who it is. It is brilliant; the Yeats take-off is incredible in its fractured way. The real TMV could never produce it.

It occurred to me that his (if I'm right, it's a him) prose sounds a lot like Jabberwocky. Anyway, I have to give big props to anyone who can stay so consistently in character, even if he did prove he knows how to use apostrophes.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

parody?

I would go so far as to say that I'm already an admirer of whoever's up to this. Whoever you are, keep it up...

bijou

 

[MTVM]

...Gerard Manley Hopkins...

Pie Beauty

Glory! See to God for apple things—
.....Her pie's as scrumptliumptious as that broken vow
..........Of Rose who really wanted Lester and fucked him
Flush-faced to fresh tile walls; feeling him;
.....And read old handbills, pierced—deep, under his plough;
..........Anglers ads, of gear and tackle and trim.

Something's wonder. Virginal, rare, ranged.
.....However she's fickle, fuckled (all know how!)
..........Her swift's slow; sweet, dour; afrazzle, him;
He fathers here some beauty. Apples sing.
..........................He lays blame.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

alright then

... now I want you.

bijou