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hummingwolf) wrote2005-09-17 12:12 pm
hummingwolf) wrote2005-09-17 12:12 pm
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the autopsy disclosed a rupture in her aspect and her underwear
While waiting for my brain to reboot, I got MegaHAL to write some poetry. Here are the first fifteen responses HAL gave this morning. Doesn't somebody out there want to perform this stuff at a poetry slam?
Hello,
it wasn't that way except
in the word-hoard, burrow
the meter reader happens to walk about.
~~~
At every door
and i won't do any less.
my name is sue. How do you feel alright
and that
earthly or even submarine paradise or to spend the night
guardians of the dance floor acting strange
behind all human culture's
suppression of feeling in ruthless pursuit
of green fires lit by the ditch.
the nightly whine of pickup trucks
bouncing through the brightening air.
metaphors slump irritably together in
with a beat of wings and cries.
if you could forget me,
you unfurl yourself shamelessly
toward the lens, and when he gobbles
their hummed carrier wave. Once again
tomorrow.
~~~
It's not for me--
and then the other;
her panties and beg forgiveness as you can;
pat it and prick it and cut
into the unseasonal undifferentiated empty stark
and in green shadow.
how precious did that grace appear
in a blue hat. A boat goes in a poke of dust blowing past through the dark.
~~~
Angel of clean sheets, do you think, at your age, it is earth with the myths--
the focus of my face,
slander my name
veiled in morning mist.
the perfume is as it may seem
one the day leans down,
on the waves?
is the aim and the u.s.a.
plucked her eyebrows in,
an undulant shape that shelters the grass,
and no matter how hard you try,
your eyes had gone.
the artfully cut garnet gleams rose-purple--
that, and the urge
to come to talk when it comes to falling:
the streets to be young.
his shouting days with mirth were crowned;
and every time i climb a tree
won't be able to make ducks and drakes of a greasy kitchen,
seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting,
happy, and all a bad girl and a friend go down
and the rose-bud breaks into pink on the shore,
the lumpy vast adults
like to talk about.
i tell you, no, the gods who rule the vaulting skies?
no, it's the same botanical classifications,
the jabberwock, with eyes of men
reaching in fright went scrambling up the wedding notices--
young leaves, everywhere.
~~~
Watching a white christmas
ev'rywhere you go;
they saw his muscles strain,
and then, in darkness, cuts his throat.
~~~
Strike while the iron thrills to a charnel ground
now where did i bide, and they hung
the idiotic thing at a
fox's
furry tail?
don't you just had to exist to become the one like you.
~~~
We tell each other through the starlight,
back to the depth of shame.
swell your throat and he would love me,
little perverse one,
it wheezes and coughs.
the autopsy disclosed a rupture in her aspect and her underwear
as if it is like a king enthroned,
with the whine of horns is in sight:
ophelia crying in the breath--
but--i shall bring a garland of freshly cut tears?
none i know it's a great wind swept up the vertical river of rain,
filling the april mire.
~~~
It was not a creature was stirring, all was living, moving,
bent on sailing with the smell of leather plays with my
dress. I am wearing tinted sunglasses, a chiffon
scarf, patterned with lemons and cherries.
my life to be,
and a tiny array.
it's like a lightning flash:
between the salt are blood and fire over you again,
sliding up
bald like baby birds
rustle in the end of
the hot hell of the trees in the dug-out when the stars align, and all our best encamped,
our cheeks are nice and slow.
it died low, ceased its sudden thresh.
i spend my time is free
brought her back from her skin
in the same room we look the same
proportion of entities from each field.
~~~
The bottom's oozy silt, the sucking
baby-soft muck,
welcomes you
i dared the old fable destroyed the spartan's boy's
because they are together, they stand so great.
~~~
Sing we for thy free love's sake to be scrounging for your next meal.
how could they? They gave what they saw a guard in a villa brimful of echoes,
cool fragrance of the nicest people only,
and what costume shall the poor little doggie had none.
~~~
The grave's a fine and looking out the road-house down by the sea,
two big dinosaurs making tracks in mud,
because, like hamlet, it lacks correlative,
is simply by spinning a penny.
no--not so that i might say.
~~~
The profoundest of all things that i do sell.
you watch me.
~~~
Lie down
at the stated mealtimes. You simmer them carefully,
my fair lady.
iron and steel will bend and bow,
over many a star.
~~~
Once it was not all matter, aching, attract all matter?
so everyone can see you--
might annoy you, o my guru, your kindness is beyond his reach,
for i am a scot
and i can't keep away from our world like a native
earth sink in the everbearing roses.
ten thousand people, maybe more,
i shall remember you long,
plowboy and horses that you must discern.
~~~
Harvest moon:
now, murky solitude
in angola might dynamite the consulate
or muck up the spout of the brain!
Hello,
it wasn't that way except
in the word-hoard, burrow
the meter reader happens to walk about.
~~~
At every door
and i won't do any less.
my name is sue. How do you feel alright
and that
earthly or even submarine paradise or to spend the night
guardians of the dance floor acting strange
behind all human culture's
suppression of feeling in ruthless pursuit
of green fires lit by the ditch.
the nightly whine of pickup trucks
bouncing through the brightening air.
metaphors slump irritably together in
with a beat of wings and cries.
if you could forget me,
you unfurl yourself shamelessly
toward the lens, and when he gobbles
their hummed carrier wave. Once again
tomorrow.
~~~
It's not for me--
and then the other;
her panties and beg forgiveness as you can;
pat it and prick it and cut
into the unseasonal undifferentiated empty stark
and in green shadow.
how precious did that grace appear
in a blue hat. A boat goes in a poke of dust blowing past through the dark.
~~~
Angel of clean sheets, do you think, at your age, it is earth with the myths--
the focus of my face,
slander my name
veiled in morning mist.
the perfume is as it may seem
one the day leans down,
on the waves?
is the aim and the u.s.a.
plucked her eyebrows in,
an undulant shape that shelters the grass,
and no matter how hard you try,
your eyes had gone.
the artfully cut garnet gleams rose-purple--
that, and the urge
to come to talk when it comes to falling:
the streets to be young.
his shouting days with mirth were crowned;
and every time i climb a tree
won't be able to make ducks and drakes of a greasy kitchen,
seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting,
happy, and all a bad girl and a friend go down
and the rose-bud breaks into pink on the shore,
the lumpy vast adults
like to talk about.
i tell you, no, the gods who rule the vaulting skies?
no, it's the same botanical classifications,
the jabberwock, with eyes of men
reaching in fright went scrambling up the wedding notices--
young leaves, everywhere.
~~~
Watching a white christmas
ev'rywhere you go;
they saw his muscles strain,
and then, in darkness, cuts his throat.
~~~
Strike while the iron thrills to a charnel ground
now where did i bide, and they hung
the idiotic thing at a
fox's
furry tail?
don't you just had to exist to become the one like you.
~~~
We tell each other through the starlight,
back to the depth of shame.
swell your throat and he would love me,
little perverse one,
it wheezes and coughs.
the autopsy disclosed a rupture in her aspect and her underwear
as if it is like a king enthroned,
with the whine of horns is in sight:
ophelia crying in the breath--
but--i shall bring a garland of freshly cut tears?
none i know it's a great wind swept up the vertical river of rain,
filling the april mire.
~~~
It was not a creature was stirring, all was living, moving,
bent on sailing with the smell of leather plays with my
dress. I am wearing tinted sunglasses, a chiffon
scarf, patterned with lemons and cherries.
my life to be,
and a tiny array.
it's like a lightning flash:
between the salt are blood and fire over you again,
sliding up
bald like baby birds
rustle in the end of
the hot hell of the trees in the dug-out when the stars align, and all our best encamped,
our cheeks are nice and slow.
it died low, ceased its sudden thresh.
i spend my time is free
brought her back from her skin
in the same room we look the same
proportion of entities from each field.
~~~
The bottom's oozy silt, the sucking
baby-soft muck,
welcomes you
i dared the old fable destroyed the spartan's boy's
because they are together, they stand so great.
~~~
Sing we for thy free love's sake to be scrounging for your next meal.
how could they? They gave what they saw a guard in a villa brimful of echoes,
cool fragrance of the nicest people only,
and what costume shall the poor little doggie had none.
~~~
The grave's a fine and looking out the road-house down by the sea,
two big dinosaurs making tracks in mud,
because, like hamlet, it lacks correlative,
is simply by spinning a penny.
no--not so that i might say.
~~~
The profoundest of all things that i do sell.
you watch me.
~~~
Lie down
at the stated mealtimes. You simmer them carefully,
my fair lady.
iron and steel will bend and bow,
over many a star.
~~~
Once it was not all matter, aching, attract all matter?
so everyone can see you--
might annoy you, o my guru, your kindness is beyond his reach,
for i am a scot
and i can't keep away from our world like a native
earth sink in the everbearing roses.
ten thousand people, maybe more,
i shall remember you long,
plowboy and horses that you must discern.
~~~
Harvest moon:
now, murky solitude
in angola might dynamite the consulate
or muck up the spout of the brain!
hmmm . . .
now, murky solitude
in angola might dynamite the consulate
or muck up the spout of the brain!
i know that you "de-friended" me eons ago . . .
but that only makes the magnet stronger
than a thousand MySpace "friends" who
annoy more than they feed my ego . . .
Re: hmmm . . .