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post your own arrangement of words______________!

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JacobJ

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So...the idea of this thread is that you post your own arrangement of at least 50 words. Hopefully arranged in some interesting fashion -- but whatever floats your boat really. For example, I just wrote a mediocre poem so here it is:


symbols

Last night the world
was an apple I picked from a tree.
It was smaller and flatter than I expected,
and the scars were surprisingly sweet.

This afternoon I found
the perfect branch for jostling plums,
and later the branch became my imperfect
walking stick -- and I loved the way the bark
hovered above my head and meandered
to the ground with each step.

Imperfect, I said, because
I love being alone in the woods
and feeling sorry for myself.

The plums were sweet. And I reached far
for the sweetest apple, but the sweetest thing
was the way the tree bowed to me
and with humility
gave me life.

Imperfect, I said, because
the branch was dry and brittle.
And so was I.


edit: to get out of the 50 word minimum...you can write haiku.
 
You might as well tell people to type "postcount++" if you're going to have a thread like this. And how did you only post 23 times in a year and a half? That's some good self-control! I wish I had that kind of restraint. Oh well, that is 50 words.
 
Originally posted by: BingBongWongFooey
Aw shucks, no haiku 🙁
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Changed the rules just for you.

edit: oops. Forgot to add my fifty words. So, I'd like to tell you a story. Well, the truth is that the day I died the story of my life was told to me. All the days gathered around my ears and carried me away. Sad story really, but I perked up when I heard about the day I lost my...well...you know.
 
once upon a time there was a guy and his wife. They decided to go to Las Vegas with thier son. So, they made thier son drive because the father wanted to get drunk on the way there, and the mother was a whiny bitch who was afraid to drive anywhere outside her hometown. Well, the father had a few too many beers on the way there, and had to piss really bad. Only, there weren't any bathrooms nearby. So, he pissed in an empty beer bottle, and then his drunken ass proceeded to spill it all over the back of his son's car. His son got pissed off and vowed never to drive his parents anywhere again.

True story. Happened to a guy I know last weekend.
 
🙂

A guy I know's dog died. This dog was really old and nasty and really should have just been put down. But ok, so it died, and I wrote a haiku about that:

ugly and greasy
your fur shines like soiled french fries
perhaps it was time
 
I wrote a haiku about a waitress's sh*t green eyes. Don't have it with me though.

Fifty words isn't much though. That's what? A short paragraph at most? It should be pretty simple to do, unless you're requiring poetry. Then I'm sunk. Always hated writing poetry, and reading it could be a chore. Unless it was one of the classics. I actually got the complete works of shakespere for xmas, leather bound and everything. One of these days I'll take it out of the plastic and put it on a shelf. Maybe I'll read it, maybe not.

There, that's over 50 words. If I had anything I've written with me, I'd post something. But I don't, and the motivation escapes me. So my general rambling will have to do.
 
Originally posted by: BingBongWongFooey
🙂

A guy I know's dog died. This dog was really old and nasty and really should have just been put down. But ok, so it died, and I wrote a haiku about that:

ugly and greasy
your fur shines like soiled french fries
perhaps it was time
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The paper (speech?) linked in your signature sucks.

A couple years ago a venture capitalist friend told me about a new startup he was involved with. It sounded promising. But the next time I talked to him, he said they'd decided to build their software on Windows NT, and had just hired a very experienced NT developer to be their chief technical officer. When I heard this, I thought, these guys are doomed. One, the CTO couldn't be a first rate hacker, because to become an eminent NT developer he would have had to use NT voluntarily, multiple times, and I couldn't imagine a great hacker doing that; and two, even if he was good, he'd have a hard time hiring anyone good to work for him if the project had to be built on NT.
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That's utterly ridiculous. A person can't possibly be a first-rate programmer if he uses windows? And a company is doomed to fail if they write software that only runs on windows?

Somehow microsft seems to be doing OK. :roll:
 
Originally posted by: n0cmonkey
I wrote a haiku about a waitress's sh*t green eyes. Don't have it with me though.

Fifty words isn't much though. That's what? A short paragraph at most? It should be pretty simple to do, unless you're requiring poetry. Then I'm sunk. Always hated writing poetry, and reading it could be a chore. Unless it was one of the classics. I actually got the complete works of shakespere for xmas, leather bound and everything. One of these days I'll take it out of the plastic and put it on a shelf. Maybe I'll read it, maybe not.

There, that's over 50 words. If I had anything I've written with me, I'd post something. But I don't, and the motivation escapes me. So my general rambling will have to do.
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Well, you're right that fifty words isn't very much. On the topic of poetry though...I thought I'd share this poem written collaboritively between Jim Bertolino and Anita Boyle, from their book 'pub proceedings'. They're modern poets...but in my opinion this poem is destined to become a classic 😀

In Dignity We Falter

If you put your finger
up someone else's nose,
on the end of your finger
will be every shred of dignity
that person owns.
 
Your body was movin
I noticed the particular ways you were groovin
You caught my eyes with yours
we exchanged drinks
and went behind closed doors
I noticed all of the bar whores
but your sensual motions
and your personal devotions
towards me
were all I could see
The attention you gave me
presented me with all of the glee
Mrs. Beeyatchi

D-Runk special.
 
A while ago in the desert, a handsome boy named Mr. Smooth was walking along, minding his own business. Mr. Smooth looked and dressed like Shaq. Suddenly, he saw Bevis, who was ugly and looked a little like Homer Simpson. Bevis proceeded to take a well-dressed girl's lipstick. The girl's name was Slim.

"Stop, you slime ball!" Mr. Smooth yelled out. But Bevis started to run away.

Mr. Smooth chased Bevis through the shopping mall. Bevis could run fast and seemed to be getting away. But then in a final great effort, Mr. Smooth made a flying leap and surprisingly caught the scoundrel!

Slim was so happy, that she did a cartwheel.

Thus ends a good story.

If the pig pen has a change of heart about the ill-advised stethoscope, then the photon for the riveter laughs out loud. Now and then, the flabby girl scout knows a peppercorn. Sometimes another pine cone inside a basilisk feels nagging remorse, but an earring above a barbecue grill always trembles! Indeed, a feline abstraction secretly admires the armrest in close proximity to the pit viper. When another radioactive farmhand daydreams, a canyon over a bottle of beer takes a coffee break.
 
Originally posted by: JoeKing
A while ago in the desert, a handsome boy named Mr. Smooth was walking along, minding his own business. Mr. Smooth looked and dressed like Shaq. Suddenly, he saw Bevis, who was ugly and looked a little like Homer Simpson. Bevis proceeded to take a well-dressed girl's lipstick. The girl's name was Slim.

"Stop, you slime ball!" Mr. Smooth yelled out. But Bevis started to run away.

Mr. Smooth chased Bevis through the shopping mall. Bevis could run fast and seemed to be getting away. But then in a final great effort, Mr. Smooth made a flying leap and surprisingly caught the scoundrel!

Slim was so happy, that she did a cartwheel.

Thus ends a good story.

If the pig pen has a change of heart about the ill-advised stethoscope, then the photon for the riveter laughs out loud. Now and then, the flabby girl scout knows a peppercorn. Sometimes another pine cone inside a basilisk feels nagging remorse, but an earring above a barbecue grill always trembles! Indeed, a feline abstraction secretly admires the armrest in close proximity to the pit viper. When another radioactive farmhand daydreams, a canyon over a bottle of beer takes a coffee break.
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Good stuff. You should fix
it up and let silliness
be the thing you lick.
 
Today I went outside into the living room of my apartment, and just for the hell of it attempted to open my roommates door (which has been locked all summer). Anyway, it turned out to be unlocked! The apartment staff had been in here inspecting another room because my friend moed out, and apparently they opened this guys room also. They knew which room to enter, since the door was open and it was completely empty, but they still unlocked this other guys room. I wonder why?
 
This thread would be incredibly gay were it not for the fact that I am free to come in and use my fifty words to talk about what utter crap has been posted by everyone before me. Even with my droll response, this thread is doomed to crash and burn.
 
Words
Words can describe a majestic blue sky
Words can describe a beautiful mountain scene
Words can describe a butterfly as it flits across a field of daiseys
Words can describe many things in this world or so I am told
But words are merely words and so inadequete when I hold you :heart:
 
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