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ohsea.toc won, thanks for playing everybody. you can still post poems if you want.
On March 14 2012 12:58 ohsea.toc wrote:
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The higher blade of man
Grows quietly now and then
In prince’s field.
Yet prodigious it soon blooms,
Into instances of bad driving,
German marching music,
And a habit
For self-reproduction.
The man inspires
A strange and fitful love.
The bomb calls, 5 o’clock,
Neumann demurs,
Perhaps too busy counting calories.
Why not sooner, he says?
“1 o’clock will do me fine.”
Bones cracking,
Faust giggling,
The blade is cut.
I got this 5 dollar coupon and nobody I know will use it and I already have the tickets.
I am holding a contest for it. may the bravest nerd win
The person who writes me the best poem wins (more realistically the first good poem). You can write about one or more of the following topics (no bonus points for more than one, use your imagination):
Metabolism
John von Neumann
Butterflies (this one is gonna be really hard; if you write a good poem about butterflies you automatically win.)
Lasers
Ok so here's about me and the kind of poetry I like:
I have a degree in English. I don't really like poetry at all. I definitely don't like rhyming poetry, unless the rhyme is internal to the line and irregular. Definitely no pentameter... I'm skeptical of classical metrical convention (unless you write it in Latin - Latin poems also accepted, in which case it MUST be in meter, preferably elegiac or sapphic). It's very important that you make the words sound cool when you say them one after another.
GLHF
edit: it doesn't have to be good but it has to kick a lot of ass
edit again: if nobody writes me a good poem before the coupon expires it will go to waste, don't think I won't do it.
 
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Butterflies are neat.
They are much better than moths.
I do not like moths.
Haiku? :D
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If it is haiku it must have the dao.
Your poem does not have the dao 
Nice try though.
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Ah, I remember hearing a good one somewhere
'butterfly, butterfly
fly in the sky
butterfly, butterfly
flies so high
butterfly, butterfly
lands on my thigh
butterfly, butterfly
motionlessly lies
butterfly, butterfly
gracefully dies '
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On March 13 2012 16:45 sam!zdat wrote:If it is haiku it must have the dao. Your poem does not have the dao Nice try though.
Wtf is dao? Wikipedia says nothing about this!
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I'm waiting for Trozz to show up, he's like Rank 1 Grandmaster poet.
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Butter fly
Why named as such
Your flight is a dance
Silken with poise
Butter flies
Or does it not
Or will it
A bovine with wings?
Butter flies
Merely wronged
Butter fries
A better correction
Butter often
Alternative to oil
Does it fry
Or should it fly?
If butter could fly
like a cow midair
How could our senses
Even impaired
Fathom the beauty
Of a clumsy flight
The veiled will scatter
But we will ponder
In delight
At the thought
Of a bovine in flight.
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tier 2! tier 2!
the gracken cries,
a landscape of lasers--his army dies.
save those corruptors,
a zerg would be wise,
from jelly blossoms brood lords,
the swarm's wing'd prize
lasers AND butterflies. get some
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EDIT: yeah i don't need the coupon, i have 56k Dialup, epic poetry is epic though.
Butterfree when shall you learn
That fire-types are not of your concern.
You have evolved twice, more than most
Yet a charmander turns you to toast.
What should be of concern is our fight right now
because we are against a Gastly, Ka-Pow!
FFFFFFF just read the fine print on the conditions.
Take 2:
Darth Vader is so mean, him and his light sabre wants to kill me!
Light sabre in hand Vader skulks towards me
I am a tricky one, not relying upon the force to guide me through these times
a suit of triangular prisms, just what the doctor ordered!
the light sabre swings at me with effortless ease
refracting upon collision with the prisms the light beams run askew
I pull out my pistol and say 'PEW PEW'
My gun is a real one, firing bullets instead of light
I 1A and win this fight.
(ironic rhyming ftw?)
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Laser gun - Pew pew pew Pew pew pew Pew pew pew Pew pew pew ( x . x )
( x . x ) wep wep weP wep wep weP wep wep weP wep wep weP - nug resaL
Laser battle
Pew pew.
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At one hundred gas
My zerglings will increase their
Metabolism
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Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby
Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby
Such a sexy,sexy pretty little thing
Fierce nipple pierce you got me sprung with your tongue ring
And I ain't gonna lie cause your loving gets me high
So to keep you by my side there's nothing that I won't try
Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill
Time is passing I'm asking could this be real
'Cause I can't sleep I can't hold still
The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal
I can feel too much is never enough
You're always there to lift me up
When these times get rough I was lost Now I'm found
Ever since you've been around
You're the women that I want
So yo, I'm putting it down.
Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby
Come my lady you're my
Pretty baby ill make your legs shake
You make me go crazy
Come my lady
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby
Come my lady you're my
Pretty baby ill make your legs shake
You make me go crazy
I don't deserve you unless it's some kind of hidden message
To show me life is precious
Then I guess it's true
To tell truth, I really never knew
I'll I met you I was lost and confused
Twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it
My lifestyle's wild I was living like a wild child
Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files
And yo, what' s happening now?
I see the sun breaking shining through dark clouds
And a vision of you standing out in a crowd.
Come come my lady
You're my butterfly
Sugar baby
Sorry, it kind of posted itself 
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There was a fat lady from Spain
"My metabolism is slow" she always complained
But she ate and she ate
Her mouth was an open gate
Till her metabolism said "I shan't take the blame!"
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All my life I've felt
I'm trapped in a cocoon
the dark, the still
blind, deaf, no future.
but I know I am as special as the sun.
So I struggle, and live each day,
like a broken bird I gracefully endure the rain
till the day I grow wings, and like a butterfly,
I fly to the place, where I will stay,
and forever forget
the days of the cocoon...
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Two Universes as one
Each side beautiful
Fucking butterflies
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Trolls writing poems about butterflies. Nice.
EDIT: I don't need a coupon, but i felt like writing some nonsense poetry
Metabolism
I haven't brought myself here to be denied he said
Clothes dripping in rain and eyes unblinking
The weather-lady warned us of an upcoming baby-shower
The news anchor smiled a real smile, then told us the news
"Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheep's clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves.
…and then will I declare to them, 'I never knew you; depart from Me, you evildoers"
We chose to play a pacifist adventure, everyone either a cleric or bard
We made the dragons dance, the minotaurs sleep, and helped the orcs declare peace
We went to a bullfight, dad and I, whooped when the toro emerged,
Went to get hot dogs, then returned long after it died, quite saddened
Late to my father's funeral, unshowered, unshaved, with only a plain balloon.
It was filled with air from the top mount everest. He had always wanted to breathe that air.
Sometimes I dream at night. I write about it as my diary entry the next day
It makes my life seem more interesting
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Otters are neat
They hold hands cutely
Swimming backwards simultaneously
Butterflies are better
They copulate together
While flying backwards
But don't forget
Crowds are better
Butterflies have flying threesomes.
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Uhhhh. Didn't GOM link it on their twitter?\
Oh they just sent it to ticket 1 owners.
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On March 13 2012 17:10 Alejandrisha wrote:
tier 2! tier 2!
the gracken cries,
a landscape of lasers--his army dies.
save those corruptors,
a zerg would be wise,
from jelly blossoms brood lords,
the swarm's wing'd prize
lasers AND butterflies. get some
I love this one.
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On March 13 2012 16:56 Tektos wrote:Show nested quote +On March 13 2012 16:45 sam!zdat wrote:If it is haiku it must have the dao. Your poem does not have the dao Nice try though. Wtf is dao? Wikipedia says nothing about this!
Dao: A pervasive term in Japanese and Chinese thought, it can roughly be translated as path, the Way, the Truth, and so forth. Rather than a body of rules or beliefs, it refers to a course to be followed or the natural course of things. In Daoist text it implies primarily the innate and spontaneous way of the Universe.
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FREEAGLELAND26781 Posts
Butterfly in the sky,
I can go twice as high...
I must state that I'm not interested in the coupon. However, your blog does evince quite a trip into the past.
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Fat butterfly in the sky
With lasers in the eye
Fat butterfly in the sky
Why won't you die?
Oh, Fat Butterfly!
Fly!
Don't want the prize either, you can give it to the second place instead!
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the Dagon Knight4003 Posts
Here is a piece I have written about butterflies. I don't really want a coupon; I just wanted to post this nice piece about butterflies that I wrote in the hopes that you might enjoy it.
Butterflies
When I was eight or nine, we used to stay with the grandparents, down by the beach. We’d walk out to the dunes in summer and grow so thoroughly bored of the beach that we had no interest at all in going back after the first week, sick of sun and sand we'd sit around and mope.
From time to time, the father would be busy enough with school or work that we’d spend a week around Easter there too. The place was dead in the spring, the shops all seasonal and shuttered up, everywhere so empty without the sunshine. We’d amuse ourselves as best we could in those pre-summer weeks, when the weather was poor enough that we couldn’t visit the beach for fear of windborne sand.
We’d go anyway though, and shield our eyes against the gritty gusts, to stumble through the dunes, cracking the wet-brown surface-shell of sand to reveal the soft whiteness beneath. One afternoon, the sun breaking through for a warm few hours, we’d found a chrysalis hanging from the scrubby thorn-bushes that lined the shallow hollows of the dunes. We had found it just as it had begun to unravel; the first time I’d seen a cocoon and I’d be there to see it opened. How fine a thing it was.
From that husk emerged first a tiny speckled head, and, with great effort, the legs abdomen and crumpled wings followed, slowly unfolding to drink in the sun, to dry and prepare for flight. As we watched though, the butterfly extended further, sliding gradually from the limp shell to reveal a stretched, conjoined abdomen, a second set of wings, unfolding in turn. A second set of legs clutched at the stem as the wings unfolded, two butterflies laid end-to-end, hanging as they dried.
We were curious about the thing, beautiful as it was in the way that only a child’s perception of a butterfly could be, splashes of red deepening in the warmth of the sun. For reasons I can’t at all remember, we had with us a jamjar (all one word, in the way of the granny), and knowing this was too fine a thing to let escape. We filled the glass with plants and grasses, perhaps a little sand, and snagged it straight from the branch with the lid, clipping the soft shell.
Once inside, the two flapped about in a confusion of compound eyes and glass, the black and red-orange of their wings a blur among the twigs and flora we’d scraped together. We grew afraid then, afraid that we had hurt them and that they might hurt themselves. We managed to convince ourselves that their condition would prove fatal eventually, whether they simply couldn’t fly at all, could never properly feed or would inevitably tear one another apart… it had seemed very unlikely they’d live.
So we did what any children would do. We walked down to the shore, the tide already going out, and flung the jar into the sea. Sadly, having only the throwing arms of kids, the jar failed to clear the sandbank about fifteen feet out, and we waded across to it, the jar heavy enough to have sunk to the bottom of the six-inch deep sea across the sandbar.
Under that thin pane of seawater was our glass, shining in the sun, the soft-green grass and bright red-on-black of frenetic floundering in that delicate bubble. One end was already an inch or two submerged in sand. We hadn’t the heart to cast the thing further into the sea, so we left it alone.
Maybe the tide drew them out along the bottom, our sweet Siamese submariners.
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Hmm butterfly,
Though I am shy
Giving it a try
Just to say hi
and now, bye
GL EVERYONE :D
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Canada13389 Posts
Butterflies float; softly
Springtime Air
Thoughts of home
I don't want the coupon as I have my own to give away but couldnt resist taking part. English Haikus are fun because you don't need to follow syllable rules necessarily (so long as its less than 17 syllables huzzah!)
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sorry if i didn't get yours no time
On March 13 2012 23:29 ZeromuS wrote:
Butterflies float; softly
Springtime Air
Thoughts of home
This is way closer to the dao.
On March 13 2012 17:35 rANDY wrote:
At one hundred gas
My zerglings will increase their
Metabolism
HAha I like this one a lot.
On March 13 2012 17:04 theBALLS wrote:
Silken with poise
good line
On March 13 2012 17:10 Alejandrisha wrote:
tier 2! tier 2!
the gracken cries,
a landscape of lasers--his army dies.
save those corruptors,
a zerg would be wise,
from jelly blossoms brood lords,
the swarm's wing'd prize.
jelly? I don't understand why there's jelly.
On March 13 2012 17:10 iTzSnypah wrote:
Darth Vader is so mean, him and his light sabre wants to kill me!
Light sabre in hand Vader skulks towards me
I am a tricky one, not relying upon the force to guide me through these times
a suit of triangular prisms, just what the doctor ordered!
the light sabre swings at me with effortless ease
refracting upon collision with the prisms the light beams run askew
I pull out my pistol and say 'PEW PEW'
My gun is a real one, firing bullets instead of light
I 1A and win this fight.
Sorry I can't even read this :O
On March 13 2012 18:01 Fishgle wrote:
Metabolism
I haven't brought myself here to be denied he said
Clothes dripping in rain and eyes unblinking
The weather-lady warned us of an upcoming baby-shower
The news anchor smiled a real smile, then told us the news
The first line is 5/5. also I like "whooped when the toro emerged,"
On March 13 2012 18:20 EtherealDeath wrote:
Otters are neat
They hold hands cutely
Swimming backwards simultaneously
Butterflies are better
They copulate together
While flying backwards
But don't forget
Crowds are better
Butterflies have flying threesomes.
A meta haiku! But it does not have meta-dao
(jkjk no such thing as meta dao, the dao pervades all)
On March 13 2012 19:48 flamewheel wrote:
Butterfly in the sky,
I can go twice as high...
I must state that I'm not interested in the coupon. However, your blog does evince quite a trip into the past.
Is that a good thing? Thanks!
On March 13 2012 20:34 fabiano wrote:
Fat butterfly in the sky
With lasers in the eye
Fat butterfly in the sky
Why won't you die?
Oh, Fat Butterfly!
Fly!
Don't want the prize either, you can give it to the second place instead!
Ok, you win but we'll keep the contest going.
On March 13 2012 21:08 SirJolt wrote:
Here is a piece I have written about butterflies. I don't really want a coupon; I just wanted to post this nice piece about butterflies that I wrote in the hopes that you might enjoy it.
nightmares incoming, thanks :D
On March 13 2012 23:21 NB wrote:
Hmm butterfly,
Though I am shy
Giving it a try
Just to say hi
and now, bye
GL EVERYONE :D
HI!
On March 13 2012 17:53 SigmaoctanusIV wrote:
Two Universes as one
Each side beautiful
Fucking butterflies
close.
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corruptors are composed mostly of jelly, as they are in fact jelly fish
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really? I never noticed. I thought they were flying reverse cthulhu
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On March 13 2012 17:48 targ wrote:
There was a fat lady from Spain
"My metabolism is slow" she always complained
But she ate and she ate
Her mouth was an open gate
Till her metabolism said "I shan't take the blame!"
I like this but the meter is very awkward.
On March 13 2012 17:48 TheBlueMeaner wrote:
All my life I've felt
I'm trapped in a cocoon
the dark, the still
blind, deaf, no future.
but I know I am as special as the sun.
So I struggle, and live each day,
like a broken bird I gracefully endure the rain
till the day I grow wings, and like a butterfly,
I fly to the place, where I will stay,
and forever forget
the days of the cocoon...
Too high school.
right now fishgle, zeromus, and randy are heading up the pack. KEEP EM COMING!!
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pT (A − λ B) q = 0
The higher blade of man
Grows quietly now and then
In prince’s field.
Yet prodigious it soon blooms,
Into instances of bad driving,
German marching music,
And a habit
For self-reproduction.
The man inspires
A strange and fitful love.
The bomb calls, 5 o’clock,
Neumann demurs,
Perhaps too busy counting calories.
Why not sooner, he says?
“1 o’clock will do me fine.”
Bones cracking,
Faust giggling,
The blade is cut.
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Oh shit that is great, you win.
send me your gom account name in a pm and I will figure out how to give you the thing.
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