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Best poem ever!

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12/31/2009 6:12:24 PM
Posted: 6 years ago
I just wanted to share this with you cause it's so cool.

This is the Title

This is a poem, self-referential:
tricky to write, and reading it's worse;
still, it's a form with massive potential.
This is a line concluding the verse.

Now a new stanza, slickly poetic
takes up the theme the former let drop.
(This is a line that's all parenthetic.)
This is a colon: this is a stop.

This is a comma, this is a clause, and
this are a lines, what's grammar be wrong.
Here's an ellipsis marking a pause … and
this is a line nine syllables long.

Now it's verse four — oh what a bonanza!
Thirty-two words, no less and no more
make up the lines that make up the stanza.
This is the sentence ending verse four.

This is a verse explaining the meter
dactyls and trochees make up the feet;
as a refinement, making it neater,
every fourth trochee's left incomplete.

Dactyls and trochees alternate neatly,
but for the beats I happen to miss:
this line breaks the rules of the meter completely
and so, of course, does this.

Poets in times to come are my debtors:
this is a form whose merits are clear.
Here is a line with thirty-one letters.
front. to back got that's line a is Here

This is a verse that's utterly risible,
rather more hard to read than you'd think:
half of this line's com
that's ‘cos I used invisible ink.

This was a line that used the wrong tense; and
this is a question, wouldn't you say?
Wurble a flarp that doesn't make sense; and
voici une ligne écrite en français.

This is the thought that ends my recital:
poems like this should start a new trend.
This is the title: "This Is The Title";
this is the line that goes at the end.
I am a moosepotomus, here me quack! *Grr, ruff, moo*

I am my own God and the free market is my Jesus.
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12/31/2009 10:53:57 PM
Posted: 6 years ago
pretty awesome...

might as well throw another one out there in case you guys haven't already seen it. Yes I like math and yes I did steal this from Harold and Kumar

Square Root of Three by David Feinberg

I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that's good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I'll never see the sun,
as 1.7321
Such is my reality,
a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly co-waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
Your love for me has been renewed