|jack my dog's eye for things
an ant can travel
3 times 'round an aphid
before the aphid
blinks and i,
i've seen it happen,
and so's my dog jack.
6 Apr 04
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That makes me laugh. Though extra 'd' in l4.
I can't say I know what to say about it, though. It's curious.
eye was play on i, which i changed to eye. but now back to i.
a sucker for this.
i love the "be duum." finish.
somebody stole jack.
i really love your poems hank.
thanks noodle, i really love your commentary, and fuck off attitude, and tongue-in-cheek humour. and i love reading your mentally bludgeoning banter with those less equipped. it makes me laugh.
This is cool! :D
wild!? :D wooohooo that I am!! ;)
Change I back to eye. Aye.
hey go write your own poem.
Without an eye how would the author, the ant, jack and particularly the aphid be able to see?
I have written poems that have been read by you.
and i have read poems that have been written by you. this makes us practically siblings.
please don't be so serious. i wasn't.
joking. joking. you know like ha-ha-ha? just bear with me. i am mentally ill.
ps: without an i, how would we know about whom the author is writing? aye? 'igh?
and note my correct use of "whom," which, in this case, is the subject. you see? i am so smart, it is scary.
did you see how i placed the period inside the quotes? watch and learn, my friend.
are you trembling at the artsy way i use no capitals? well, do not be afraid. you, too can learn to eschew the 'shift' key. in time, grasshopper.
pps: i left the comma out after "too" just to confuse you. i am crafty. i have no penis. my ass is as red as an apple; and, i never chew pasta, nor do i eat bran in any form.
last 3 unknowns me. ^
first unkown, unknown.
sorry 'i' slept through all of this. 'i' notice many aren't capitalizing now. it's a movement. or a revolution, or a war. 'i' just hope that when they do, they really Mean it.
in a poem, i mean it if i do it. i mean everything i do in a poem. in a comment it is sheer laziness. i mean nothing i do in a comment.
this is a riddle, but i am a knockknock joke.
lol...The noodle slipped off the butter. The cheese slid off his cracker. ...
that's what i meant noodleman. in the poetry.
eye taught sew. aye wars wright, than.
ppps. i actually do have a penis it's just really small, like a mosquito.
or an acorn?
I've never seen an aphid blink, but I believe you and Jack.
I'm not sure whether this is silly or profound. I like it, so I'm going to go with profound.
thank you housepoppy. i respect the opinion of all good fathers.
you suck ass dickhead
i suck ass dickhead. nice. jack should bite you.
i know you unknown. you're the kid that stepped out from behind the crowd to throw their snowball, then dove back into the back of the pack.
where have all these poems come from.
i should look at peoples past poems.
i am very negligent.
4. I might be ok as eye. or is that naff?
(word of the week)
I like naff. not tacky. naff!
i had to run away from a bush in my garden at the weekend.
i'm not proud.
i was cutting back the old holey leaves behind the new ones
cos they had blight, or something i'd rather not think about
and as i pushed the stems back to reveal the old manky leaves
i didn't realise i was touching thick stems of moving aliveness
in black insect thickness. i may have squeeled like a lil piggy
branded for next sunday's roasting. (hahah) not a proud moment.
not sure what to do about the critters now, other than avoid them.
i've put them on the back burner alongside household chores.
ants is what i need. need to move them from the front room where they're not wanted to the garden and the bush, where they are wanted. but would you want aphid, if you had wagon-wheel crumbs and choc ice flakes to nibble on instead?
sorry. good poem.
so good you get my life-story for free with it :S
ants. love them. i've learned that the mass of the ant population equals precisely that of the human population.
there are conclusions to bge drawn from that but i'm not sure yet. i bet jack knows.
jack knew all. you could see it in his eyes and hear it in his whinny.
i'll think of jack as solly. solly and i were good friends. he liked me and i liked him right back. and he told me things that no one had told me before, with just a sidelong look and a sniff.
thank you gracque...
kal, bet you get lot's of sniffers
Wonderful what a dog and a human can accomplish supposedly doing nothing. This is great; it grew wait.
lol, your poems are top Hank!
LOL you have a real cool dog to share these revelatory moments with you,can i borrow him for a year or two
unfortunately larry, someone already did.
one a day. A hank a day keeps the pranksters at bay. Can't go for blue yet, too shy.
see this poem is what makes Hank Hank. Line four" blinks an eye/and i. Intense focus on small small things way down there jolts the mind to a different kind of attention/intention. Will you ever write a poem about ant wars? Is this your 1st PC poem?
Hanky has a secret admirer !!! ,
If its ants you want http://www.poetry .tetto.org/read/29856/
ant if you want more:
great random! have you ever noticed if you move the letters around in line 4 you get "blink an di"? well, it gives the poem a whole other allure!
very tongue in cheek.
there is only one reason to jot things down. and that is-only, to bring a tear to your own eye. jack was so good and so fleeting.
Liked this one hank. I like the way L4 is not only a play on words, but it also makes a sort of... sigh I guess between L4 and L5. Neat effect.
This is not a poem. It is just Aa couple dozen words.
i've always loved the title here. read this over the years and that title is still so creative, i love it.
sorry, a little too much passion there. but, i do.
also like the poem. nice touch of humor, even if it is a little sarcastic.
struggled with the punctuation in this one...and the grammaticals.