I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
But then I know of no leg broke
'Cause poetry fell on some bloke.
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
But then I know of no leg broke
'Cause poetry fell on some bloke.
Whose woods these are I think I know.***
His house is in the village though;***
He will not see me stopping here
To fill his woods with yellow snow.
The last to post wins
Has been pushed down to page two
Is victory mine?
remembered from verse and worse, possibly from a headstone in Harrow on the hill churchyard/
Here lies John Bunn,
he was killed by a gun,
his name was not Bunn but Wood,
but Wood would not rhyme with gun,
but Bunn would.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Order of Kilopi
A wonderful poem I learned in boot camp back in the day used for setting a march cadence:
A yellow bird
With a yellow bill
It landed on
My window sill
I lured him in
With a piece of bread
And then I stomped
It's yellow head.
I guess you just had to be there.
Oh sly moon, see how she slips
Across the sky and sun,
Viola, eclipse.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Darkness where the sun has been,
Chill air surrounds us,
What can it all mean?
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Mean? Look back u.s. to nineteen eighteen's
Then it brought flu from war scenes
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Here's a poem (my own) and a question:
From ancient time in every time, I've shaped the world you know.
From desert's heat to urban street to blinding Arctic snow.
I carve the runes from rock and dunes and sculpt the ocean shore.
I give the pines majestic voice
And make the mountains roar
It's a riddle I entered in a forum riddle contest decades agoAn easy one - I lost big-time.
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"The difference between theory and practice is that in theory, there's no difference."
"Aikido: the art of hitting people with planets."
Nice poem I saw at a site remembering laser/space advocate Jordin Kare (1956-2017)
Prometheus, they say, brought God’s fire down to man
And we’ve caught it, tamed it, trained it since our history began
Now we’re going back to Heaven just to look Him in the eye
And there’s a thunder ‘cross the land and a fire in the sky
"The difference between theory and practice is that in theory, there's no difference."
"Aikido: the art of hitting people with planets."
I think that I shall never climb
A tree as lovely as a rhyme
'Cause I can't climb like I was young
But still hear rhymes when songs are sung
my fire is just a glow now,
the dusk has caught me,
so I must up and go now,
but lighting it has bought me
space and room to grieve
and something boy remembers
it's just a pile of leaves
a smell of past Septembers
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
With little air and little heat,
Building stuff is quite a feat.
Long canals and a giant face,
Pretty tough, that Martian race.
Ok hurricanes deserve a name,
But I was watching last night, late,
And this one's name seems rather lame,
Whoever thought up, really, Nate?
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
The names of storms
Were more fun picks
When they were all
Named after chicks.
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If only all those naming geeks,
Had turned to older sources,
We would have a street of Greeks,
As mythic winds pursue their courses
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Oh, and here's one I prepared earlier:
Grant HutchisonA BAUT haiku thread!
The essentials in three posts:
Question. Answer. Joke.
Do haikus come from
My mind independent brain
Or arrive uncaused?
cause: is it an illusion,
just a model,
to help with confusion?
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Mental model
Or a real cat?
So hard to tell
From in my vat.
I paste my memory on the wall,
where shadows add to my recall.
I know that I can see them there,
but where they came from,
I hardly care.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Although unseen and
Just a hunch,
I doubt some shadow
Stole my lunch.
shadows creep and shadows steal,
cloaked dusk trips and choked dust falls,
they hardly need to take a meal,
but all the lunchless hear their calls.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
Why is it that the poor shadows
Are portrayed as evil blokes?
Just 'cause they're made of dark matter,
Don't mean they aren't pleasant folks.
Eye shadow, now there's a thing,
The size of the market in umbers,
Telephones ring
To those numbers.
sicut vis videre esto
When we realize that patterns don't exist in the universe, they are a template that we hold to the universe to make sense of it, it all makes a lot more sense.
Originally Posted by Ken G
When the last photon
Has decayed or been absorbed,
Do the shadows win?