Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write.
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
Please don't do that, it's disgusting!
No! Don't smell that; you don't know where that's been
Stop trying to lick that; I don't know the flavor of spleen -- don't ask again!
Ack! Stop humming that! Now a sound worm is tunneling through my brain
Why am I still dating him? Um, let me try to explain...
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
@brianbilston i love that first one....
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@brianbilston I want to know more of Carter and his ladder. Also, I too grieve for Newport Pagnell, swallowed up by the vastness that is Milton Keynes. But not as much as I do for Olney.
@capnthommo These lines provide more questions than answers.
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@brianbilston ...or have you just made a new poem?
@ASprinkleofSage I’ve no idea what I’ve done.
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@brianbilston Gonna feed them to an AI or two and make a song
@illetteratolettore There’ll be none of that now.
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@brianbilston
In the vaccum between when and how, I squat.
I saw a curiousity then, and now, I thought:
A free line or five or ten about chow, or nought
Why not add to them while I drop trow, on pot.Cheers!
@thejikz Thank you
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@brianbilston
Ode to Disastrous Taste.Me and you in matching tank tops
On the march to Ban the Bomb,
Early seventies brown and beige were
Worn by you with such aplomb.I thank you!
@Gillinger lovely stuff
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@Su_G You may be right
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@brianbilston It's been a while since I wrote any poetry, and this probably demonstrates why that might be a good idea.
@rvedotrc Thank you, Rachel, for finding a home for that line
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@brianbilston
I am a bowl, chipped at the rim
A hairline crack running down to the base
Can I still contain all you ask of me?
Popcorn: yes, tomato soup? I don't know
Shame on me, if I were to leak and ooze
Staining your fingers tomato-orange
Would your face twist in disgust?
Would you throw me out with the trash?
I have beauty still, and my shape yet holds
Place me on your table, a centrepiece
I am not too broken
To be there
To hold
Your love@Tattie You’ve taken that in a beautiful direction
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I see you forgot the fabric softener again
I'm not angry, just disapointed
I will just look without speaking
at the trousers, standing in the corner(this of course is an echo to "Lederhosensaga" by Börries Freiherr von Münchhausen, https://krautjunker.com/2023/03/20/lederhosen-saga/, as a child I already had memorized the refrain "Geschlechter kommen, Geschlechter vergehen, hirschlederne Reithosen bleiben bestehen")
@slowtiger Wonderful!
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@emmadavidson Ha ha! Good for you. Did many of them get spotted?
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
@brianbilston I might set these to music, using only these first lines and no other text, with the page numbers as number of bars. Will make a nice challenge (especially the 78 one).
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That my dear, is a diphthong
to keep your fingers clean
just grab the chipth with the thongs
and dip it in the thaltha.(Title "The lithping Mexican")
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Oi! Oi!
Oi!
Oi?
Oi! Oi!!
OI! OI?!
OI?!! OI!!?
Oi! oi...
oi oi..
oi... oi?!
OI!!!
oi? oi???
oi!!!
oi... oi?!?
Oi?
Oi??
OI?
OI!!
OI!!! OI!!!
oI... Oi...
oI...
OI...Silently they wept.
@AnnaSaultron That’s a work of beauty, Anna
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@brianbilston Today we shall make strudel
from the last of the flour,
then journey forth into
an uncaring world
together.
Solidarity.@superflippy Stirring words
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@brianbilston
Please don’t do that it’s disgusting
Was what they used to say
When I did that thing I used to do
to make you go away
But years have passed and
We are cast
in different roles today
So now you do it with me
And I like it more that way@markmason Beautiful, mysterious and moving
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Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write. Please help yourself to any of these.
her eyes were a question mark, her mouth a semi-colon
her ears parentheses to her bold face
the caret of her nose pointed to something lacking
no character in her empty header space -
@Bumblefish ha ha!
