Limericks for Naughty Children

Posted by Queuebot in Cartoon & Comic on November 15, 2009 at 3:13 am

I’ve started a new project on flickr called Limericks for Naughty Children. Here’s a sample, and here’s the full set. I’m having a bit too much fun making them.

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From the Upcoming ueue, submitted by Ape Lad.

 
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The Break Up Poems

Posted by Alex in Book & Lit, Funny on February 23, 2009 at 3:39 am

Psst … need to break up with someone? Just because it’s emotionally gut-wrenching it doesnt’ mean that you can’t be creative.

Here’s a funny video clip about how to break up with someone … with poetry! Link

 
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A 224-Word Palindrome

Posted by Queuebot in Book & Lit on February 18, 2009 at 1:32 am

A palindrome is a word or a phrase which is the same when read from the start or the end, for example the word wow or racecar. Or how about the phrase; A Toyota’s a Toyota. where ever you start they are the same.

You would imagine a palindrome is pretty hard to think up, maybe the odd word could be easy enough, and with a bit of effort a phrase, well how about a 224 word poem? here’s

"Dammit I’m Mad"

by

Demetri Martin

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.
Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

I promise you, bar some punctuation, it reads the same forwards or backwards.

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(image credit: Flickr user puja)

From the Upcoming ueue, submitted by Jake.

 
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Adolescent Poetry Generator

Posted by John Farrier in Book & Lit on January 22, 2009 at 10:18 pm

In high school and college, I spent hours writing overwrought, angst-filled, free verse poetry. Now today’s spoiled and over-emotional teenagers can do the same thing, but with only a single mouseclick, thanks to the Adolescent Poetry Generator.

Here’s a sample:

i am over adam he is my
night he’s my world
and that made me cry, when i
take a drug u will surely stay
alive i log into my inbox, i’ve got
mail!! that’s
faster than any
other mail,including the snail.
gotta write bak to bak.. hi
bak,what’s up?

Link via The Corner

 
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Tiny Poems

Posted by Queuebot in Book & Lit on January 14, 2009 at 2:48 am

Tiny Poems is a blog about mini poetry written on a single sheet of sticky yellow Post-It Notes. Sometimes the best ideas are the simplest, and the cleverest poets are the briefest!

Like a madness,
it grips internals,
twitching,
flexing,
instincts correlate,
holding me here,
driving me closer to them.

Link – via rickoshea

 
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Zombie Haikus by Fake and Real Poets

Posted by Alex in Book & Lit on December 8, 2008 at 1:17 am

Remember the zombie haiku post on Neatorama a while ago? Well, Ryan Mecum, author of Zombie Haiku (the book) wrote to us about his project of writing such haikus in the style of famous poets:

Zombie Haiku by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle
into that zombie plagued night.
And take the shotgun.

Zombie Haiku by Walt Whitman
Every skin atom
form’d from this soil, this air,
tastes like chicken meat.

Zombie Haiku by William Shakespeare
To bite through the skull
or beat it against the wall?
That is the question.

Soon after, real poets and writer joined in the fun:

Back to the buffet
for second helpings-
Care for a rump of infant?
- Billy Collins, former U.S. Poet Laureate and author of the lovely Ballistics: Poems

If zombies smoked pot
maybe they would skip the brains
and settle for cake.
- Doug Benson, writer and comedian regularly seen on Best Week Ever

The day I died you
tried to put a bullet in
my head. You missed. Lunch!
- David Wellington, author of the terrifying Monster Island trilogy

Link – Thanks Ryan!

(Photo: Zombie Walk San Francisco 2006, more at Laughing Squid)

 
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