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Morning MegaPoems!
Because everyone's favorite chatterbot has eaten great quantities of poetry (and a few encyclopedia articles) since his last appearance here, I thought it best to allow HAL to send some poetry back out to the unsuspecting world. Aside from the very basics (removing the repeated "MegaHAL:" from the file & replacing "User:" with some dividing line), this is unedited output from this morning.
Emblem of death
offends the september night.
but even so, i view them with infinite lovers;
the supreme scholar is he taking us
but when they grow
books of animals
do stalk and kill birds, but cats are much like a mole,
and he might bite.
i do not eat
that killed the rat
that i can think of you,
the piss bucket...
autumn is my symbol; i declare
this year's oranges, and the novels read in their great largesse
this sedentary trade.
now what had chanced, to spoil the fun!"
the second, feeling of the undesired,
pride-attired, generalissimo
kinfe-eyed, bisector of moonshine with indigo
shadow, scorner of earth-floor, flaunter of
any more than i do
like that rca dog, full of sound and movement,
timeless, and undesiring
except itself and me--i am dumb to tell you i've fought tougher men but i want you to learn
that it was seen no more.
~~~~~
Still,
upon your head to release
the future then. Always... Nobody burns them,
even the grains of rice.
this ad is being raked backwards over a long time in a given thing,
did you get what
this undeniable doubt
there's a blush for thought, only motion
picture is perhaps the stars have given
its own string tight.
he'll scare away lap-dogs,
cockroaches and rats,
and of the flowers for the moon
and yelled, "by gum, i've got the best of dark disgrace,
you that are not from one wall to shut out the mills.
~~~~~
All day long
i will say in it
all systems are go
where it cannot shun,
it will whisper of the dead about them. What do we know
that feeds on your journey,
tramping on and lie and cry after it.
come visit. Nothing to make it to go before i wake
pray the lord my soul in pity flings
appealing cries, yearning only to your lovers; queens to your
red stamen.
in that poker room in an oil drum. All this,
in this place
i long for her--
never, never can be loaded fully for
the gravy. How you drill it out
after long travel, ennui, love, or slaughter,
vie with that asking sound?
what the next glen bronze-bells nod, the does
scalded by some glorious sun;
man has other forms of party strife;
the greyling aleap in the end
of the crazy pigs in the mirror, i catch sight of amish girls in blue
which we worship in a nuclear age
they are so sensitive
penguins are so wild,
i caught sight of the sun in your head
better not pout
i'm a gambolng lamb
or with whom--of that we trampled and tore
heal for the official party
too deep to clear them away!
the river to the water table, or groundwater
level. If they are burning both ends of being will manifest.
the limitations of the past few days it takes only one truth to face
as autumn skies can make a single step.
~~~~~
That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake
masked among black rocks as a broom,
the savage blood's obscenity,
the time when i found davis.
we keep the stranger who was fair as the earth is flat!
now we're jiggling the old opinion, as i probed them, one sprang up, leaving the few gods
made of this ancient mystic legend.
~~~~~
Chapped lips, bloody lips.
out of the barbecue,
you are you, living
as the stringed pearls, each lifted in its gulf a fitting grave
metaphoric or literal. But your body lies
we knew the meaning of these will bring you fame and fortune.
you do not discard at once our time devour
than physical ablution, and the voyage through, as on the dreams and the wheels go round
make a series of little wit,
no sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
to you and me are not our bailiwick. Missing
persons, yes; missing poems, no.
~~~~~
With gilt wheels--this could be liquid,
quite possibly a gas.
and mama in her 'kerchief, and i had begun,
i would fling on each side of the voltage of the advice we give him? Brown bread and a tomb,
that to his wadded clothes
and is held low to freezing lips--
too rapt with frost
is now the music and the public know
his teddybear on the tree
i am pointing now at you
might be regained. Pipes are frozen under
protection in yellowstone and glacier national parks.
because of all cruelty
to live long within that body.
~~~~~
It's the kind of human life in this balance of power?
who else was dumb
enough to know, big boy
who danced on me and i could feel where petals spread their softness,
gathered from windfalls of her making moan.
what are your ponderings?
~~~~~
The voice asleep, the voice of a faraway place. You'll never get there if
you whom i won
with piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
glows like the ox.
the houses are but bramble holes,
which dawns through dismantling the solidity of things,
the east her hidden place.
~~~~~
Be not seduced by the life and the pea;
where thoughts serenely sweet express
a smear of perspectives
in autumn we used to need somebody
tear away the cold;
though his name may stand for everyone,
at that hour
of the wearisome length of the paradox of earth cradling life and breath of life
a shape less recognizable each week,
a shred of bone against bone and is now an opening flower,
lest in the snow crunch, see the kids bunch
this fast, it's iowa again--
whatever it sought was not to dribble.
and it is lurking inside the trees.
and who that heard our shouts would rise
and then a serpent--
a forest of ghostly trees;
and wood smoke lying like haze on the roof there arose such a plague of locusts
whirling
tossing up things on its back
to all tomorrow's parties
can teach that kindest truth. And even art
can do many things. Phone.
open the wine. Wash themselves. Now
you can bury your dead, but they're not.
this is something very funny--
he has to shine.
~~~~~
This is called the egghead
with all your coils fall out of egypt;
and every pool was rimmed
with magic.
~~~~~
Map of terror and the grieving,
than do high deeds in hungary
to the little lamb,
you are falling in: cheyenne, seattle,
wichita, detroit--do you hear in the autumn mist in a hug, plucked,
scratched, strummed. You will raise
one thing out, or
purplish. The petals are developed into a decade's quart
and togetherness.
~~~~~
Under some wan moon:
on the carved tracings,
squirms the fire. It spouts like yellow wheat from the sky
at your own abodes.
~~~~~
They see the drops sparkle and twinkle,
his rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the tent taut and steady, then his father cauterizing a
stitch from one another,
and the prussic juice to lull me,
would it have been working;
what are this world's true joys--ere the great ocean steeds.
~~~~~
A burning sensation under the
language of love is as rare as seeing a daytime star
with silent lips. "Give me your life,
you are those, and shiny silver suits with gloves supple enough
it was the home,
the swallows go darting through fragrant rains,
come to me as if made by a sidewise
movement of the blossoming peach
tastes better on ice cream.
~~~~~
All identites that have gone down
from space, and country lanes are showing
these pigeons circling serenely
over the horizon,
through 8-items-or-less and out the sounding shore,
the twilight moment between
foreign principalities, they're tied
to the stage.
close your great going
to hear sleigh bells jingling,
ring ting tingling too
is not missing. It circles in the clouds and tall buildings,
whirling in leaping handsprings, leading on the bride face
bring nothing, but life for money,
i stood upright too,
that i should collect
requested data
what my letterbox would call a waste of breath,
there in the barley sheaves;
and his empty shoes on the roadway, or on the hair
of that deliberate progress.
~~~~~
Snow white, the dumb bunny,
opened the door
of africa the gilded sand
of beechen green, and i suppose she did.
if one of them
of a faith long since forsaken;
now it's gone... Gone... Gone... Whoa.
~~~~~
Hand using a fuel;
these bricks were made for tonight--reschedule. You
deserve a little girl,
this cloddish insecurity of my arms,
the grains beyond age, the dark burden of love,
the wave upon wave of pasture
are the songs you sing on lonely days
its light, flashing on crests of waves,
when they turn on the darkened window-pane
the tyrant's coming
noiselessly into a mirror:
so bright that it brought this tangle?
for they will be neat
and they spoke thus with impatience twofold:
gladly pray we for love or
roman army, she showed caesar every pleasure
to go gliding in a spider's web
of the protesting vacuum
that dead orange
of playing boys, floats up at us
we matter more than married are.
i see the fear that we are far apart,
we keep shouldering forward
without your television
programs and the glory--
and still the pain and hate below
or moves at your beginnings
and he, with that low whinnying sound
behind the wagon they could love,
body, mind, heart, and soul don't even know me, you have come on strong.
to everybody it was only one who sought a place
to fetch you with pebbles
kept tight, but the clerk's fire was lacking until after 1900.
the ice was all too soon behind a mess
that is without internal multiplicity. It is the discourse on mundane pleasures
can be drawn
from topmost part of you tonight, walt whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the brown,
the lighthouse, the dismantled fort,
the brightest virgin on the ground.
so dark,
a small-scale phenomenon, however, is essentially incomplete until both aspects are
known.
~~~~~
Sparrow singing--
its unmoving ends seem rooted to the trees
the voice of the world.
down, down, down,
over the railroad tracks, across woodward avenue,
i have looked down on her without vertigo
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd walk vermlion street beneath
the little flame that burns within;
while the stars danced far withdrawn on elfin heights:
the leopard will lie down in the oration
shall i play for you!
pa rum pum pum pum
rum pum pum pum
to possessions, friends, and family.
all right then, if he's restin', i'll wake him up!
~~~~~
Virgo: you'll be shaking a lot to drag it
it's a gas!
but how could it grieve for? Its feet were planted
and courses this spring and happiness; and i, that having wherewithal,
and hath its food served up in the branches that are greece's and rome's
and rising through a child's game.
ivy for my shirt, too sexy for your hook.
~~~~~
Whenever i walk the line
between them, what are you a glass washboard at one with a purple cow,
i watch her
as clear
it's christmas time in six weeks. Paler now,
wearing a thin beard
of sequestered pools in woodland valleys,
where everyone kisses,
and feel a little piece of the ocean, these are parts of my gown.
with wooden spoon or electric
hand-mixer, beat the butter with your soul
i went down, down, down
and greens
how it hurt so bad to see is the ancient town of a dear
hand in hand
come to me.
~~~~~
#exit
Emblem of death
offends the september night.
but even so, i view them with infinite lovers;
the supreme scholar is he taking us
but when they grow
books of animals
do stalk and kill birds, but cats are much like a mole,
and he might bite.
i do not eat
that killed the rat
that i can think of you,
the piss bucket...
autumn is my symbol; i declare
this year's oranges, and the novels read in their great largesse
this sedentary trade.
now what had chanced, to spoil the fun!"
the second, feeling of the undesired,
pride-attired, generalissimo
kinfe-eyed, bisector of moonshine with indigo
shadow, scorner of earth-floor, flaunter of
any more than i do
like that rca dog, full of sound and movement,
timeless, and undesiring
except itself and me--i am dumb to tell you i've fought tougher men but i want you to learn
that it was seen no more.
~~~~~
Still,
upon your head to release
the future then. Always... Nobody burns them,
even the grains of rice.
this ad is being raked backwards over a long time in a given thing,
did you get what
this undeniable doubt
there's a blush for thought, only motion
picture is perhaps the stars have given
its own string tight.
he'll scare away lap-dogs,
cockroaches and rats,
and of the flowers for the moon
and yelled, "by gum, i've got the best of dark disgrace,
you that are not from one wall to shut out the mills.
~~~~~
All day long
i will say in it
all systems are go
where it cannot shun,
it will whisper of the dead about them. What do we know
that feeds on your journey,
tramping on and lie and cry after it.
come visit. Nothing to make it to go before i wake
pray the lord my soul in pity flings
appealing cries, yearning only to your lovers; queens to your
red stamen.
in that poker room in an oil drum. All this,
in this place
i long for her--
never, never can be loaded fully for
the gravy. How you drill it out
after long travel, ennui, love, or slaughter,
vie with that asking sound?
what the next glen bronze-bells nod, the does
scalded by some glorious sun;
man has other forms of party strife;
the greyling aleap in the end
of the crazy pigs in the mirror, i catch sight of amish girls in blue
which we worship in a nuclear age
they are so sensitive
penguins are so wild,
i caught sight of the sun in your head
better not pout
i'm a gambolng lamb
or with whom--of that we trampled and tore
heal for the official party
too deep to clear them away!
the river to the water table, or groundwater
level. If they are burning both ends of being will manifest.
the limitations of the past few days it takes only one truth to face
as autumn skies can make a single step.
~~~~~
That wasn't it. I slept, say: a snake
masked among black rocks as a broom,
the savage blood's obscenity,
the time when i found davis.
we keep the stranger who was fair as the earth is flat!
now we're jiggling the old opinion, as i probed them, one sprang up, leaving the few gods
made of this ancient mystic legend.
~~~~~
Chapped lips, bloody lips.
out of the barbecue,
you are you, living
as the stringed pearls, each lifted in its gulf a fitting grave
metaphoric or literal. But your body lies
we knew the meaning of these will bring you fame and fortune.
you do not discard at once our time devour
than physical ablution, and the voyage through, as on the dreams and the wheels go round
make a series of little wit,
no sentence of banishment can prevail against it.
to you and me are not our bailiwick. Missing
persons, yes; missing poems, no.
~~~~~
With gilt wheels--this could be liquid,
quite possibly a gas.
and mama in her 'kerchief, and i had begun,
i would fling on each side of the voltage of the advice we give him? Brown bread and a tomb,
that to his wadded clothes
and is held low to freezing lips--
too rapt with frost
is now the music and the public know
his teddybear on the tree
i am pointing now at you
might be regained. Pipes are frozen under
protection in yellowstone and glacier national parks.
because of all cruelty
to live long within that body.
~~~~~
It's the kind of human life in this balance of power?
who else was dumb
enough to know, big boy
who danced on me and i could feel where petals spread their softness,
gathered from windfalls of her making moan.
what are your ponderings?
~~~~~
The voice asleep, the voice of a faraway place. You'll never get there if
you whom i won
with piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
glows like the ox.
the houses are but bramble holes,
which dawns through dismantling the solidity of things,
the east her hidden place.
~~~~~
Be not seduced by the life and the pea;
where thoughts serenely sweet express
a smear of perspectives
in autumn we used to need somebody
tear away the cold;
though his name may stand for everyone,
at that hour
of the wearisome length of the paradox of earth cradling life and breath of life
a shape less recognizable each week,
a shred of bone against bone and is now an opening flower,
lest in the snow crunch, see the kids bunch
this fast, it's iowa again--
whatever it sought was not to dribble.
and it is lurking inside the trees.
and who that heard our shouts would rise
and then a serpent--
a forest of ghostly trees;
and wood smoke lying like haze on the roof there arose such a plague of locusts
whirling
tossing up things on its back
to all tomorrow's parties
can teach that kindest truth. And even art
can do many things. Phone.
open the wine. Wash themselves. Now
you can bury your dead, but they're not.
this is something very funny--
he has to shine.
~~~~~
This is called the egghead
with all your coils fall out of egypt;
and every pool was rimmed
with magic.
~~~~~
Map of terror and the grieving,
than do high deeds in hungary
to the little lamb,
you are falling in: cheyenne, seattle,
wichita, detroit--do you hear in the autumn mist in a hug, plucked,
scratched, strummed. You will raise
one thing out, or
purplish. The petals are developed into a decade's quart
and togetherness.
~~~~~
Under some wan moon:
on the carved tracings,
squirms the fire. It spouts like yellow wheat from the sky
at your own abodes.
~~~~~
They see the drops sparkle and twinkle,
his rapier hilt a-twinkle, under the tent taut and steady, then his father cauterizing a
stitch from one another,
and the prussic juice to lull me,
would it have been working;
what are this world's true joys--ere the great ocean steeds.
~~~~~
A burning sensation under the
language of love is as rare as seeing a daytime star
with silent lips. "Give me your life,
you are those, and shiny silver suits with gloves supple enough
it was the home,
the swallows go darting through fragrant rains,
come to me as if made by a sidewise
movement of the blossoming peach
tastes better on ice cream.
~~~~~
All identites that have gone down
from space, and country lanes are showing
these pigeons circling serenely
over the horizon,
through 8-items-or-less and out the sounding shore,
the twilight moment between
foreign principalities, they're tied
to the stage.
close your great going
to hear sleigh bells jingling,
ring ting tingling too
is not missing. It circles in the clouds and tall buildings,
whirling in leaping handsprings, leading on the bride face
bring nothing, but life for money,
i stood upright too,
that i should collect
requested data
what my letterbox would call a waste of breath,
there in the barley sheaves;
and his empty shoes on the roadway, or on the hair
of that deliberate progress.
~~~~~
Snow white, the dumb bunny,
opened the door
of africa the gilded sand
of beechen green, and i suppose she did.
if one of them
of a faith long since forsaken;
now it's gone... Gone... Gone... Whoa.
~~~~~
Hand using a fuel;
these bricks were made for tonight--reschedule. You
deserve a little girl,
this cloddish insecurity of my arms,
the grains beyond age, the dark burden of love,
the wave upon wave of pasture
are the songs you sing on lonely days
its light, flashing on crests of waves,
when they turn on the darkened window-pane
the tyrant's coming
noiselessly into a mirror:
so bright that it brought this tangle?
for they will be neat
and they spoke thus with impatience twofold:
gladly pray we for love or
roman army, she showed caesar every pleasure
to go gliding in a spider's web
of the protesting vacuum
that dead orange
of playing boys, floats up at us
we matter more than married are.
i see the fear that we are far apart,
we keep shouldering forward
without your television
programs and the glory--
and still the pain and hate below
or moves at your beginnings
and he, with that low whinnying sound
behind the wagon they could love,
body, mind, heart, and soul don't even know me, you have come on strong.
to everybody it was only one who sought a place
to fetch you with pebbles
kept tight, but the clerk's fire was lacking until after 1900.
the ice was all too soon behind a mess
that is without internal multiplicity. It is the discourse on mundane pleasures
can be drawn
from topmost part of you tonight, walt whitman, childless, lonely old grubber, poking among the brown,
the lighthouse, the dismantled fort,
the brightest virgin on the ground.
so dark,
a small-scale phenomenon, however, is essentially incomplete until both aspects are
known.
~~~~~
Sparrow singing--
its unmoving ends seem rooted to the trees
the voice of the world.
down, down, down,
over the railroad tracks, across woodward avenue,
i have looked down on her without vertigo
and you'd shift the gear.
we'd walk vermlion street beneath
the little flame that burns within;
while the stars danced far withdrawn on elfin heights:
the leopard will lie down in the oration
shall i play for you!
pa rum pum pum pum
rum pum pum pum
to possessions, friends, and family.
all right then, if he's restin', i'll wake him up!
~~~~~
Virgo: you'll be shaking a lot to drag it
it's a gas!
but how could it grieve for? Its feet were planted
and courses this spring and happiness; and i, that having wherewithal,
and hath its food served up in the branches that are greece's and rome's
and rising through a child's game.
ivy for my shirt, too sexy for your hook.
~~~~~
Whenever i walk the line
between them, what are you a glass washboard at one with a purple cow,
i watch her
as clear
it's christmas time in six weeks. Paler now,
wearing a thin beard
of sequestered pools in woodland valleys,
where everyone kisses,
and feel a little piece of the ocean, these are parts of my gown.
with wooden spoon or electric
hand-mixer, beat the butter with your soul
i went down, down, down
and greens
how it hurt so bad to see is the ancient town of a dear
hand in hand
come to me.
~~~~~
#exit