do you ever think about the wavesand how they just keep on comingand coming and coming and comingand waving to the shore WORDPLAY!!!
― otm in new york (G00blar), Sunday, 29 March 2009 20:47 (fifteen years ago) link
an ode to l0u1s jagg3r
― goaty (harbl), Sunday, 29 March 2009 20:49 (fifteen years ago) link
doubly wrong
I do things in a big way.
― Aimless, Monday, 30 March 2009 04:10 (fifteen years ago) link
ABOOTT'S EPITATH
a poembyABBOTT
I'm addicted to scratch lotto, I hope you don't mind.My dog llikes to fart while the family dines.If you could take my dirty uncle to the laundromat tomorrow:That would be just fine.
― i'm shy (Abbott), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:01 (fifteen years ago) link
Also how do you measure # of lines if line breaks "don't count"?
― i'm shy (Abbott), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:02 (fifteen years ago) link
Channelling Rik from The Young Ones for my entry:
Pork pies.Pork PIES,You are full of LIES!Your pastry covered meatis the result of mistreat-ment of swine!
But have you thought abouthow yourpetite bourgouisfood funds facistsand dictators?Far worse thanpotatos.
So next time you atthe supermarket.Have a thinkabout it.And stop buyingPIES that are fullof LIES!
― snoball, Monday, 30 March 2009 16:10 (fifteen years ago) link
captain lorax why did you 100% disqualify haikus from this contest?
― goaty (harbl), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:15 (fifteen years ago) link
captain lorax, can you bring the closing date forward? may 1 is too long imo
― Zayatte Mondatta (country matters), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:19 (fifteen years ago) link
kind of want to do this but I am less concerned about my poetry being too personal and more about it being really shitty
― I'm the head soul brother in the US. Where to now? (bernard snowy), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:50 (fifteen years ago) link
I'm concerned that my poetry will just sound like GBV lyrics, or more likely I will realise that they are GBV lyrics at a later date. I won't give back the prize though.
― Orin Boyd (jel --), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:52 (fifteen years ago) link
maybe I'll just submit this poem I made out of facebook sidebar ads:
Live the life you want and make your dreams come true.
How does this soundHave you ever visited our website?
Help us stop the flood and save America!
Generate unlimited wealth
The Most Addictive GameWarning: this game is addictive!
Own Your Home No Mortgage
58% of Americans get this wrong. Can you get it right?
You won't go broke again.
Even red ring of dead can be fixed.
We can make that happen!
Elderly Living Alone?
It has been over 50 years
What is missing?Think you know? Are you sure?
The results will shock you!
A bundle of marvelous things, including good health and the hope for better communication.
― I'm the head soul brother in the US. Where to now? (bernard snowy), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:54 (fifteen years ago) link
:D
― Zayatte Mondatta (country matters), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:55 (fifteen years ago) link
im gonna write about wind
― CaptainLorax, Sunday, March 29, 2009 8:43 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark
<3 <3 <3
― just DO THE STANKY HOOS plain and steen (BIG HOOS aka the steendriver), Monday, 30 March 2009 17:19 (fifteen years ago) link
Here is a poem I wrote in October of last year, I'm not even gonna look at it before posting or I'll get stomach acid going on. Here it is:
INSECTS AND YOU
Have you ever seen an insect?You probably have eyesand they probably workand you probably look at thingsso you've probably seen an insect.
Have you ever eaten an insect?You are probably in an English-speaking countryand you're probably revolted by touching an insect let alone eating oneso you've probably never eaten an insectunless you went to a foreign country where they eat insects and they asked you to eat one and you were too polite to say no or it was a dare and you didn't want to chicken out.
Have you ever heard an insect?You've probably heard a fly or mosquito when it's close to you(I think flies and mosquitoes live everywhere in the world)and maybe you've heard an insect of the order Orthoptera, like a grasshopper or cricket or cicadaand maybe you've heard one of those screaming moths – I hope you haven't –so you've probably heard an insect.
Have you ever killed an insect?You probably have,and I bet you've killed spiders too.It's not my place to editorialize here.
― i'm shy (Abbott), Monday, 30 March 2009 17:22 (fifteen years ago) link
abbott u rock
― I'm the head soul brother in the US. Where to now? (bernard snowy), Monday, 30 March 2009 17:29 (fifteen years ago) link
captain lorax why did you 100% disqualify haikus from this contest?― goaty (harbl), Monday, 30 March 2009 16:15 (3 hours ago)
someone figured it out
― CaptainLorax, Monday, 30 March 2009 20:11 (fifteen years ago) link
That doesn't include line breaks.----------------------that means (to me the rulemaker)
blank linesdon't
count----------------------total = 4 lines
― CaptainLorax, Monday, 30 March 2009 20:13 (fifteen years ago) link
wowowow Abbott
― Plaxico (I know, right?), Monday, 30 March 2009 20:14 (fifteen years ago) link
Presumably, a set of two or more linked haiku would be fine and dandy.
― Aimless, Tuesday, 31 March 2009 00:40 (fifteen years ago) link
i'm gonna write about breaking wind
― goaty (harbl), Tuesday, 31 March 2009 00:46 (fifteen years ago) link
knock yourself out
― Aimless, Tuesday, 31 March 2009 02:48 (fifteen years ago) link
Here you go, cap'n:
Love in a Time of Everything
I love everything, it's true,but I struggle withcertain demands it placeson my weakest struts. For example,
I love the buckskin reekof the flayed hidenailed to the barn door,a little, perhaps,
by not rejecting theraw sequence of ownershipimposed roughly, but rectifiedby the logic of use and need.
But too much of what's to love is reconditein this sad way, or more so.The melon is quite easily lovedwith a knife and a spoon,
but what of leeches, flies who,spoonless, eat the melonof our flesh and red juices?Love shies and shudders at the thought.
Yet I love everything. I do! I do!And you must imagine this to be the truth,if we are meant to get anywhere together.I think I manage it very sweetly, at times,
Persuading my mind to the abstruse artof watching the insides of stones,or curling and uncurling my toesemploying nothing but thin air.
Now, love, this is the part where you come in.Quick! Give me a stick to whittle,for I have immortal longings in me.
― Aimless, Wednesday, 1 April 2009 02:18 (fifteen years ago) link
I am the thread killer, par excellance.
― Aimless, Saturday, 4 April 2009 04:50 (fifteen years ago) link
In that case, maybe I should go for the whole hog.
Bump bump bump
Bumpity
Bump bump
So sayeth the Lord…
Googly goo
Googly gee
Googly gaga
Googly me!
Said the minstrel to the friar….
Freeky fro
Freekly free
Skiddly dee
The word was made flesh
Flesh as in clay
Clay as in Aiken
Achin' breakin' heart
Dart, shopping cart, K-Mart
― light turns red *hardy neanderthal guffaw* (latebloomer), Saturday, 4 April 2009 05:25 (fifteen years ago) link
***
here are two cats sleeping on a pair of thrift shop sofasbut the similarities end where their white bellies do.separate parents entirely, even the paw pads are distinct.
examining a group of individuals--though it's most evident in youngsters and some other wild mammals--a certain degree of organization can be seen.but when the group breaks down
― ian, Saturday, 4 April 2009 06:24 (fifteen years ago) link
the moment of silence is over,although the flags remain at half-masthaving been there for what seems like foreverthey are learning, without encouragement,to dance a little in the stronger breezes.still, as we continue,let us be appropriately solemn.
if you turn your head to one sideand are a cow standing in the field behind my girlfriend’s houseyou will see exactly what I mean:it is in the workings of the street,and all the people who come and go along it.now turn the other way, and I am there,I am waving.
― I'm the head soul brother in the US. Where to now? (bernard snowy), Saturday, 4 April 2009 12:41 (fifteen years ago) link
I won't post my poem till I'm in my right mind
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Saturday, 4 April 2009 14:59 (fifteen years ago) link
ilx when will you be angelic?
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Saturday, 4 April 2009 15:02 (fifteen years ago) link
elmo where you at
you need to be in dis ting
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Saturday, 4 April 2009 15:05 (fifteen years ago) link
Still waiting for Edward to regain his right mind... (taps foot, drums fingers, fidgets, goes to refrigerator and opens door to stare inside, closes refrigerator door)... aw, fuck it... (absents himself)
― Aimless, Sunday, 5 April 2009 16:59 (fifteen years ago) link
i am on this, perhaps today or at least this coming week
― elmo argonaut, Sunday, 5 April 2009 17:01 (fifteen years ago) link
YES
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Sunday, 5 April 2009 17:15 (fifteen years ago) link
Yes?
― Aimless, Wednesday, 8 April 2009 03:02 (fifteen years ago) link
i haven't neglected this. not ready yet. soon?
― elmo argonaut, Friday, 10 April 2009 12:01 (fifteen years ago) link
we suggban'd contest administrator
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Friday, 10 April 2009 12:24 (fifteen years ago) link
still wanna see yr pome, elmo
I can't go on, I'll go on
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Friday, 10 April 2009 12:25 (fifteen years ago) link
These here are pomes, young fella:
http://visual.merriam-webster.com/images/food-kitchen/food/fruits/pome-fruits.jpg
T'ain't no how like what you was thinking of, I reckon.
― Aimless, Saturday, 11 April 2009 00:56 (fifteen years ago) link
This is a couple years old, and I may not write anything new for the Giggity Goo 2009 contest, but in answer to well-intentioned goading:
"A Girl In Four Movements"
I.in the darkness of the barshe smirks and exhalesit occurs to me thather smiles are crooked and smoky,like chairs around the tableafter poker night
II.as she leans forward totake a sip from her straw,a strand of hair falls in frontof her face. she moves tobrush it away, but thensees the expression on my faceand decides to let it stay
III.while we're dancingshe pivots her foot just slightlyand spins on her toesthe white polka dotson her red dress swirl andblur together.i get wonderfully dizzy
IV.as i'm walking her homeshe tilts her head backand laughs. her mouthopens wide and sheechoes
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Saturday, 11 April 2009 05:48 (fifteen years ago) link
wau
a hoos posting poetry is like hailey's comet, ppl
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Saturday, 11 April 2009 21:04 (fifteen years ago) link
isn't beth parker back? she should be up in here too.
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Saturday, 11 April 2009 21:06 (fifteen years ago) link
silly rabbit, pomes are fruity fresh flesh, not fresh fleshy fruits
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Saturday, 11 April 2009 21:11 (fifteen years ago) link
omg HOOS you manned up (and how!)
― a steak of romanticism (country matters), Saturday, 11 April 2009 23:14 (fifteen years ago) link
Isn't a plum properly a drupe?
I may try this thing.
― Beth Parker, Sunday, 12 April 2009 15:16 (fifteen years ago) link
Wow Beth, you're still on ILE!? Thought you'd left for good, glad to see that isn't so! Couldn't resist the lure of a poetry contest ey? :)
― Gerard (Le Bateau Ivre), Sunday, 12 April 2009 17:17 (fifteen years ago) link
I post about twice a year. I'm like the Halley's Comet of ILE.
― Beth Parker, Sunday, 12 April 2009 20:31 (fifteen years ago) link
or the 17-year locust.
― Beth Parker, Monday, 13 April 2009 02:01 (fifteen years ago) link
Beth Parker!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love you.
― fillibustar superstar! (Abbott), Monday, 13 April 2009 20:12 (fifteen years ago) link
Also when I saw this thread the first thing I thought is 'damn why is not Ms. Parker around?'
― fillibustar superstar! (Abbott), Monday, 13 April 2009 20:13 (fifteen years ago) link
!!!!!!!! (basking) !!!!!!!!!! (returning the love) !!!!!!!!!!
― Beth Parker, Monday, 13 April 2009 22:31 (fifteen years ago) link
when's the deadline for this? because if there is still a couple of days maybe i could try to write something more than the bullshit 1 minute piece of toss upthread.
― Trust (a hoy hoy), Monday, 4 May 2009 14:26 (fifteen years ago) link
new deadline of sunday may 9 has been requested + granted
I'm thinking this window should be open to new entrants only tho?
if we extend deadlines on the basis that ppl want more time to up their game then this thing will never end - what do y'all think?
btw I like yr poem a hoy hoy - there's tossed off and sloppy vs. tossed off and stylish (a la o'hara) and I saw yrs as falling in the latter category fwiw
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 4 May 2009 16:19 (fifteen years ago) link
ha ty.
fair enough on it only being for new entrants.
― Trust (a hoy hoy), Monday, 4 May 2009 16:43 (fifteen years ago) link
What about for entirely new poems by people who have already entered but aren't entirely happy with their poem(s)?
― sorry for british (country matters), Monday, 4 May 2009 19:17 (fifteen years ago) link
anyone who is happy with their poems should be taken out and whipped imo
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 4 May 2009 19:21 (fifteen years ago) link
taken out and whipped
after reading, remove the culprithe is to be taken out and whippedhe dared to sully our sacred pulpithe failed to wow us with his wit
― Old Big 'OOS (AKA the Cupwinner) (darraghmac), Tuesday, 5 May 2009 13:10 (fifteen years ago) link
fwiw i choose from those two "the guerrilla projects poetic", but if i've written something i'm genuinely happy with by this time tomorrow, then i'll submit that instead. neither of my recent submissions are remotely among my best work, but i'm determined not to rest on past laurels for this one. plus, most of my best stuff is k-long :-/
basically even i'm admitting my submitted shit doesn't hold much of a candle to the best stuff posted here so i'd better sharpen up pronto tbh
― sorry for british (country matters), Saturday, 9 May 2009 02:56 (fourteen years ago) link
oh well a girl in four movements is the better of the two but it isn't fresh so i'm obligated to go with the other
― I'm not some HOOS for someone's lust to snack on! (BIG HOOS aka the steendriver), Saturday, 9 May 2009 03:55 (fourteen years ago) link
hang on "sunday may 9" waht
― sorry for british (country matters), Saturday, 9 May 2009 23:47 (fourteen years ago) link
ok, if it's allowed, i would like to substitute in the following poem which i wrote just now
self-deprecation is a brutal art
being taken out and whippedintrusions extracted
a scenario where being taken out and whipped is an adventure
to be torturedparallels with a peculiar effete stoicism, ravaged
shards of pain but they are ornate and decorative
human construct as effigyall the while, natural systems exhume old warnings
the act of self-deprecation is a solid state, immobile
crimp the face into caricatureundulations of crowd dispersal, permit solitude
fleeing an English cortex morbid and mild
divining for water with elm twig and uncrossed palm
water divination as the exhumation of weakness in selfstately bathe as if in deer’s blood at royal appointment
beneath a photon shower of punishmentunhappy in shafts
the new propulsions whittle off the bark and preparethis poor, forked animalfor psychophysical inclination
bent double over passed water
given only force foodgelatinous hurled verticalbodymass
unwantedannex to a sidecartwo spare wheels banished
yips:
reconcile dying parasites to the host’s loverwinkle-picked on the table like metal teethmeet my friends dear
― sorry for british (country matters), Sunday, 10 May 2009 02:11 (fourteen years ago) link
sun may 9 2010
you have a year to step up yr game
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Sunday, 10 May 2009 02:18 (fourteen years ago) link
Seriously? Don't do that to me.
― Beth Parker, Sunday, 10 May 2009 02:24 (fourteen years ago) link
kidding is occurring
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Sunday, 10 May 2009 02:25 (fourteen years ago) link
Gullible is written on the ceiling.
― Beth Parker, Sunday, 10 May 2009 02:27 (fourteen years ago) link
the official submission period has ended
unless an act of fortuitous appeal transpires, here are the final competition entries:
01) "do you ever think about the waves" by G00blar02) "Pork pies" by snoball03) "INSECTS AND YOU" by Abbott04) "Love in a Time of Everything" by Aimless05) "Bump bump bump" by latebloomer06) "here are two cats sleeping on a pair of thrift shop sofas" by ian07) "the moment of silence is over" by bernard snowy08) "A Girl In Four Movements" by big HOOS aka the steendriver09) "Paul Was Saul Until He Was Blinded" by Edward III10) "denver airport advice to a member of the passeridae" by the table is the table11) "Of all the things I've posted " by M.V.12) "MY POEM TITLED TUESDYAS" by uh oh I'm having a fantasy13) "boring job" by rent14) "April Has The Cruelest Poems" by Beth Parker15) "TUGJBHHINGS III CAN MN SMELL;" by Abbott's dog16) "1 Minute of Decadence" by a hoy hoy17) "We Staggered Like Bonsai" by rogermexico18) "(emotions)" by Trayce19) "yeah for rotational symmetry!" by country matters20) "On Inducing Retinal Hallucination During Mass" by elmo argonaut21) "Dutch Schultz, duh" by jaymc22) "I went to the Donuts a-Dunkin" by EZ Snappin23) "Spandrels" by later arpeggiator24) "taken out and whipped" by darraghmac
to be swiftly followed by brief notes on selection rationale
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 00:31 (fourteen years ago) link
i appeal
― sorry for british (country matters), Monday, 11 May 2009 00:36 (fourteen years ago) link
bernard snowy did not make clear his selection, however I felt that facebook sidebar ads were not the way he would wish to secure his place in history, so I chose "the moment of silence is over"
hoos, I have chosen counter to your expressed wishes, but only because I felt your nominating note smacked of self-sabotaging motivations... so if you will allow me to save you from yourself, I have selected "A Girl In Four Movements"... please forgive me this violation of sacred administrator oath to honor the wishes of the artiste.... however if the texan doth protest I will reverse this fiat
lj, as is your wont you have said three things when one would suffice, and my selection of "yeah for rotational symmetry!" is based on a) best title, b) the expressed opinion of ms beth parker, which is not to be sneezed at, and c) your 3rd poem violates the deadline extension guidelines and as such will have to be reserved for other, less august competitions
I will be constructing the poll forthwith pending a sensible period of appeal and de rigueur ILX haranguing debate
thank u gladiators, and good luck
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 00:48 (fourteen years ago) link
I will be constructing the poll forthwith pending a sensible period of appeal
"Who is the most appealing?" is a separate poll.
― Beth Parker, Monday, 11 May 2009 01:05 (fourteen years ago) link
having just deleted quite a lot of text from the "add a post" box, i retract my appeal
― sorry for british (country matters), Monday, 11 May 2009 01:31 (fourteen years ago) link
An lonely inquisitive stroll down lover's lane
I really wanted to write a great poemBefore the deadline was dueI ended up procrastinatingOr maybe I just struggled a lot and came up with nothing good.
I never had a god but I sure wish I didHe would help me achieve simple goalsSo that I could be the man I want to beAnd I could do the things I want to do.
Alas, that's not going to happen.So I should be happy with what I am.233 lbs of weak, pathetic, realistic,generally optimistic, fat and bones.
Some people think I'm a barrel of laughsThey think I'm a great funny guySo maybe I should end this (uhh) poem optimisticallyand admit that I like myself the way I am.
I like myself the way I am.(This poem isn't very good though)
I should have wrote that the poem about a possibly suicidal jump at lover's leapbut I never got past the titleAnd if you like this poem then FUCK YOU.And FUCK ME too. I wouldn't mind being fucked.
THE END
― Mulvaney, Monday, 11 May 2009 01:34 (fourteen years ago) link
DQ'd for not being about wind imo
unless it is about wind and i am being dense
― sorry for british (country matters), Monday, 11 May 2009 01:36 (fourteen years ago) link
hold on, I need the mods to edit a line
― Mulvaney, Monday, 11 May 2009 01:36 (fourteen years ago) link
2009 ILE poetry CONTEST giggity goo!
'I should have wrote that the poem about a possibly suicidal jump at lover's leap'
to
'I should have wrote out the poem idea about a possible suicidal jump at lover's leap'
― Mulvaney, Monday, 11 May 2009 01:41 (fourteen years ago) link
(i've been barred from moderator request forum for some reason)
I'm serious about that entry btw. and it's still Sunday
― Mulvaney, Monday, 11 May 2009 01:53 (fourteen years ago) link
fyi i am genuinely saddened that my best poem won't be represented here, and that my late-night gouging of inspiration has come to a temporary nought, but i accept that it was created via a slightly dishonest opportunism, and that sans extension i'd have been forced to choose between the two i originally submitted anyway, in which case beth is OTM, and the non-hypocritical choice would indeed be "yeah", being as it was written with this competition in mind, unlike the other. plus, it's not about the winning, it's about the taking pot-shots at everybody when their poem does better than mine ;-)
― sorry for british (country matters), Monday, 11 May 2009 01:56 (fourteen years ago) link
here is something (lame) I was playing around with yesterday but it had so many annoying rhymesthe blanks are where I was stuck
-----------------------------------------I took a jump at lover’s leapBecause I’m suicidal, suicidalI hooked a broad in her back seatBecause I’m homicidal, homicidal
I went to church and kissed Christ’s feetHe was my dying idol, prying my soulConfessed sin______________________defeatHe was_______________________________
― Mulvaney, Monday, 11 May 2009 02:00 (fourteen years ago) link
eeh not that it matters or anything, but in no way was mine an entry.
― Old Big 'OOS (AKA the Cupwinner) (darraghmac), Monday, 11 May 2009 02:15 (fourteen years ago) link
how about this?
I went to church and kissed Christ’s feetHe was my dying idol, prying my soulI confessed my sin, the agony of defeatNonetheless impressed by my own folderol
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 03:22 (fourteen years ago) link
we will all speak thus when abbott's dog lords its supremacy over us
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 03:30 (fourteen years ago) link
I guess it is still sunday for a while? will my preemptive call of deadline shake the final hesitants from the brush?
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 03:34 (fourteen years ago) link
I guess the internal conflict of "Sunday the 9th" should be resolved by erring towards sunday
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 03:38 (fourteen years ago) link
hoos, I have chosen counter to your expressed wishes
no worries
― I'm not some HOOS for someone's lust to snack on! (BIG HOOS aka the steendriver), Monday, 11 May 2009 03:40 (fourteen years ago) link
it's for the best iirc
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 04:07 (fourteen years ago) link
U DO
― I'm not some HOOS for someone's lust to snack on! (BIG HOOS aka the steendriver), Monday, 11 May 2009 04:09 (fourteen years ago) link
lol sry for caps
― I'm not some HOOS for someone's lust to snack on! (BIG HOOS aka the steendriver), Monday, 11 May 2009 04:11 (fourteen years ago) link
really there's no need to yell
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 04:13 (fourteen years ago) link
Edward III, I don't mind you trying to help me with that poem at all (anyone can try if they want) but somehow I wanted the last two lines to incorporate why I lost faith in Jesus (and/or self-deprecation) in a format like this:
(I went)_____________________(feet) He was_______(my soul),_____(idol)
*filling in rhymes for the stuff I put in parentheses
Obviously you wouldn't have known that's how I planned on finishing that part of the poem (especially since I left misleading notes in the original poem I copy pasted above).
― Mulvaney, Monday, 11 May 2009 04:17 (fourteen years ago) link
"help"
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 04:24 (fourteen years ago) link
actually if you left it like this
(I went)_____________________(feet)He was_______(my soul),_____(idol)
you could play the experimental card and stroke yr beard mysteriously
it is not sunday anywhere anymore and here are your final contestigants
01) "do you ever think about the waves" by G00blar02) "Pork pies" by snoball03) "INSECTS AND YOU" by Abbott04) "Love in a Time of Everything" by Aimless05) "Bump bump bump" by latebloomer06) "here are two cats sleeping on a pair of thrift shop sofas" by ian07) "the moment of silence is over" by bernard snowy08) "A Girl In Four Movements" by big HOOS aka the steendriver09) "Paul Was Saul Until He Was Blinded" by Edward III10) "denver airport advice to a member of the passeridae" by the table is the table11) "Of all the things I've posted " by M.V.12) "MY POEM TITLED TUESDYAS" by uh oh I'm having a fantasy13) "boring job" by rent14) "April Has The Cruelest Poems" by Beth Parker15) "TUGJBHHINGS III CAN MN SMELL;" by Abbott's dog16) "1 Minute of Decadence" by a hoy hoy17) "We Staggered Like Bonsai" by rogermexico18) "(emotions)" by Trayce19) "yeah for rotational symmetry!" by country matters20) "On Inducing Retinal Hallucination During Mass" by elmo argonaut21) "Dutch Schultz, duh" by jaymc22) "I went to the Donuts a-Dunkin" by EZ Snappin23) "Spandrels" by later arpeggiator24) "taken out and whipped" by darraghmac25) "An lonely inquisitive stroll down lover's lane" by Mulvaney
― 鬼の手 (Edward III), Monday, 11 May 2009 14:55 (fourteen years ago) link
I dread that I was too late to participate :'(
Will poll though.
― Gerard (Le Bateau Ivre), Monday, 11 May 2009 19:12 (fourteen years ago) link
Launch a write-in campaign.
― Aimless, Tuesday, 12 May 2009 00:16 (fourteen years ago) link