Having a clear out of first lines for poems I shall never write.

[nowster@fedi.nowster.me.uk]

@brianbilston@mastodon.online Had to look up diphthong in my copy of the Uxbridge English dictionary: very skimpy swimwear.

[capnthommo@c.im]

@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.

[asprinkleofsage@mastodon.social]

@brianbilston ...or have you just made a new poem?

[lachlan@mastodon.social]

@brianbilston
Also, I am bleeding profusely, so please stay a while.
Take a glass, help yourself to a pint.
Wait, what are you doing?
The wine, you daft bastard!

[illetteratolettore@mastodon.uno]

@brianbilston Gonna feed them to an AI or two and make a song

[thejikz@infosec.exchange]

@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!

#poetry #shitpost

[ticho@mas.to]

@brianbilston
For that was the winter we listened to Enya,
that was the winter of our discontent.

(I myself am a big fan of Enya's music, for the record.)

[gillinger@mas.to]

@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!

[justbr0wzing@mastodon.world]

@ticho @brianbilston maybe more of a disc content then?

[swggrkllr3rd@mastodon.world]

@lachlan @brianbilston Think I saw that in a movie.

[rvedotrc@tech.lgbt]

@brianbilston It's been a while since I wrote any poetry, and this probably demonstrates why that might be a good idea.

[tattie@eldritch.cafe]

@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

[slowtiger@berlin.social]

@brianbilston

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@berlin.social]

@brianbilston

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")

[annasaultron@nerdculture.de]

@brianbilston

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.

[superflippy@mastodon.xyz]

@brianbilston Today we shall make strudel
from the last of the flour,
then journey forth into
an uncaring world
together.
Solidarity.

[isol@mastodon.au]

@brianbilston

Aussies instinctively see 78 as two thirds of a SECOND line.

[rentalassistance434654@mstdn.party]

@brianbilston https://findyourhouse.godaddysites.com/

[dusk@todon.eu]

@brianbilston

Ska

Oi Oi!

Pick-it-up pick-it-up

Never stop skanking, rude boy

[markmason@mas.to]

@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