April 20, 2004

Curious George: National Blog Poetry day Monkeys and the blog community at large, Not really a question but more of an idea. I had this thought today "Gee if i got blog writers to post in verse, I would be a hero!!" And then I thought "Well I wouldn't be a hero of any kind but its a cool idea." So I declare June 1st 2004 to be National Blog Poetry Day. How it works is this, find a cool link, then post the link within a verse that YOU wrote on any blog on June 1st, all bloggers are welcome to join and u got over a month to write these entries. Catch is, each poem MUST rhyme. There's no prize for the best one or anything, its for the fun of it. We read and comment as usual. Lymricks are welcome of course if u think u can do it. Have fun, Aaron
posted by crusiera 20 years ago
  • As nice an idea as this might be, I have never seen a better reason for "More inside"
  • as nice an idea, as this might be, "more inside" would be better to see.
  • Too true, you two.
  • Do enjoy poetry of all sorts! Why must it rhyme only? Why must it be only for folk with blogs? Can't non-bloggers write poems/doggerla? /Ah, honey, won't you be my salty doggerel? Though I bee rejected so strong, Won't stay dejected for long!
  • I like your idear. Would you like a beer? Sure you won't be a hero, but I'll buy you a beero.
  • Oops. 'Tis the early doggerla eats the fust woim o' spring, tra la.
  • I would gladly accept the beerie Just slip it over hereie As for the rhyming thing just do what u feel fitting. If next time u need a more inside tab I will do it if I have
  • if ur a non blogger, good for u u can write poetry too doggerla? what the heck? I read that word so many times, it broke my neck (bear with me ppl, a pro im not) so start writing something really hot!!
  • (why do i feel like I'm in a burma shave thread?)
  • what's a burma shave thread?
  • Y'know for a thread about Bong Poetry, you people aren't mentioning bongs very much.
  • (this is for u pete) oh the bong, the bong uh (thinks) uh thats it!!
  • *looks at wikipedia for a entry for "Burma Shave THread* DAMN!! Monkeys come up with ur own definition, im offically done with this thread!!
  • Monkeys come up with ur own definition, im offically done with this thread!! but if this thread, is officially done with, then it would seem that all has been said.
  • jb -- some Burma Shave [a shaving cream, I think] info here; the text was set along the highways, spaced at intervals allowing driver and passengers to read. All along the North American roadsides back in the days when the old Packard/Studebaker/De Soto/family car could chug along two-lane highways at a breathtaking forty or fifty miles per hour. These rhymes served to break the monotony of long tedious outings in the car, comic relief in the days before road rage. Historical speculation: these signs were read aloud by adult people confined in a small vehicle with helpless children who might fail to catch the jokes of their elders I speculate may be a hitherto unacknowledged and uncelebrated root cause of the later 'hippie' manifestation of the '60s when the kiddies grew up. Well, sort of.
  • Eek and oops! The link I had incl;uded just disappeared. Gone. But the Missing Link was there when I previewed! Arghhh! Some vile thing gobbled up my link! !
  • RUN beeswacky RUN!! ------- for pete_best: Oh the bong, the bong Let's all get along We'll sing us a song A tune loud and strong In praise of the bong. There goes the gong Have I done wrong? Say this post was too long? And it doesn't belong? All praise for the bong!
  • BlueHorse, u are my hero *stands and claps* Now im done
  • a yellow,intricately-blown-glass, banana-shaped bong for bluehorse. / and a tipping of my little red cap to ya'!
  • each time I slip and fall the mountain catches me
  • Don't bring out the straw mat, I'll sit on fallen leaves. Don't bother to light the pine-knot torch: The moon will rise again tonight. But I might say yes to wine And a little dish of mountain herbs. -- Han Kwak, "Don't bring out the straw met"
  • Vintage post by suspended member here.
  • Bloggers, bloggers everywhere, And wouldn't you just know it, The sage, the fool, the hot, the cool, But none of them a poet.
  • Yah, but EVERYBODY'S a critic, Plegmund
  • The State of the Unicorn is usually forlorn, unless he finds a maiden to be his companion.
  • Streaks of pink adorn the street's side today, The imminent storm send a gusty ambassador. He scoops the petals not bedraggled by the gutter, And flings them high again to scatter all about. Nature was the first confetti-thrower. Further on, pink recedes to yellow and red, needle-light slivers, no more silk-thin swatches. The roads are paved with gold for a while, And all around wafts an elusive fragrance. Man can never meet Nature's extravagance.
  • (((( Alnedra! That was just beautiful, thank you.
  • ))) for !! Fine work!