poems made of titles

[Senna Jawa]

This time I took some of my poem titles, still in the alphabetic order. I'll append my "poem" by the "poem" (from the other thread) by pointless, which has prompted this thread. Feel free to add your own. BTW, the idea is not new, not at all.



        a concert outdoors
        a fragile dimension EDITED
        a no win situation
        a path
        a song about Music's Puppet
        a song of no bandwidth
        a stroll across some grammar
        about a sweet and busted one
        across the deserted continent
        Adam and Eve
        advancing into the sunset
        an old story



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Now the one by pointless:



        After the party when all is quiet
        Apathy Wins the War
        Awkward Good-bye
        Behind That Mountain
        Burnt Out, Waiting to Die
        Dark
        Fuck You
        My Apologies Would Mean Nothing Now
        old man, please be silent.
        Paradise is a Little Orange Pill
        The Whip Still Stings So Beautiful
        Useless



by pointless

 

[pointless]

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[Senna Jawa]

Wow, I can be a prolific poet too, alphabetic too:




            close your eyes...
            copernicus passenger
            day to day
            digressing
            dim noise
            discord
            don't...
            don't move
            don't you hear?
            dreamy senselessness
            drifting runner
            duality
            emigration
            facing loneliness anew




Regards,

 

[Senna Jawa]

Now G-L:



       gargle
       good night
       hear! no words!
       hi tech
       i am...
       i know
       i took a picture...
       jazz
       kiss
       life is a private party
       life is something else
       liquid gray
       listening for a holiday song
       logarithmic in a compact car
       longing for long showers




Regards,

 

[Senna Jawa]

I was joking. These three poems above are just regular poems except for the alphabetical order of their lines (Judo has even more funny tricks in her pieces). Or am I kidding you now?

 

[WickedEve]

Have you ever thought about buying a few white mice and a maze? You'd have a ball, SJ. You could put traps in it. And when the mice learn their way through you could switch the maze around. Maybe you could tape up pictures of mean cats at all the dead ends. That would be such a jolly afternoon for you. There's nothing like toying with inferior creatures.

I must go now and attempt to help my fellow poets find the cheese.

Edited to add to someone nice that I'm talking about all of us on the board. I'm not saying you're an inferior rat all by yourself... wait, that doesn't sound right either. Hey, none of us are... just occasionally I believe one big cheese perceives us that way.

 

[pointless]

edited because i'm being a whiny little bitch.

 

[Senna Jawa]

I must go now and attempt to help my fellow poets find the cheese.

There is a constructive point to this exercise, a positive moral. I've mentioned a negative aspect of this issue of the more or less randomly generated poems in the other thread. There is also the other side of the coin. It is to every artist's advantage to know it. (Actually, I would make even two points, a two-point moral to this story). BTW, do you remember Rybka's experiment?

 

[Rybka]

There is a constructive point to this exercise, a positive moral. I've mentioned a negative aspect of this issue of the more or less randomly generated poems in the other thread. There is also the other side of the coin. It is to every artist's advantage to know it. (Actually, I would make even two points, a two-point moral to this story). BTW, do you remember Rybka's experiment?

In case you have never read it, Senna Jawa is referring to this poem: My Father's Sky - Growling.

I also asked for feedback. S.J. was the only responder who pretty much immediately saw the truth in the poem.


Regards,                                 Rybka

 

[WickedEve]

Oh, yeah... I remember that poem. I'd rather be in the rat maze than read it again. Sorry, fishie, but it gave me a headache. With all the diverse comments on your poem the more difficult it was to grasp the true meaning. Did you ever reveal the meaning? Where is that thread?

 

[Rybka]

Oh, yeah... I remember that poem. I'd rather be in the rat maze than read it again. Sorry, fishie, but it gave me a headache. With all the diverse comments on your poem the more difficult it was to grasp the true meaning. Did you ever reveal the meaning? Where is that thread?

The "truth" was revealed via PM to those who offered their comments on the poem.

Regards, Rybka

 

[Senna Jawa]

I also asked for feedback. S.J. was the only responder who pretty much immediately saw the truth in the poem.
          Rybka

To tell the truth, I instantly felt like hurling some epithets at that poem (while I never did). There were mitigating circumstances:

• the circumstances were nice, free of any false accent;
• the "poem" was free from the worst kind of cliches and horrifying stuff (like I want your gentle soul to touch my bleeding heart with its delicate hand);
• the piece was superficially, but nevertheless, complex enough for me to leave a miniscule doubt in my mind about my own ability to comprehend more ambitious poems. The chance was microscopic but it did exist. With 100% of certainity, instead of 99.9%, I could only say that I didn't see any sense in the piece rather than there is none.

Hey, Rybka, you did a good job then of making me feel uncomfortable

Now, dear poets, tell me why the above semirandom poems sound so good (relatively good), and way-way better than a vast majority of Literotica poems? (I see two objective reasons, while you may see still other things).

Regards,

 

[WickedEve]

Pointless, see my edit a few posts above. I want to make sure you know I don't think you're an inferior lab rat.