I do not like your drug filled life,
I do not like your life of strife,
I do not want your – ‘All for profit’,
I do not want a small jot of it!
I do not want your world of Spam!
I do not want it - Saddam I am!
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Polly Phonic wrote a sonnet,
Pretty Wisher profound it,
Not a metaphor was there in it,
But a wryer sound it…
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Well if it’s long you want – it’s long you’ll get, it drags on into hours,
It even has the insomniac cured and esoteric powers…
Like scratching household surfaces – without the slightest cleaning,
And deep profundity in its metaphors… without the slightest meaning!
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Practise brings its own rewards and age may bring some fame…
You have much time to… oja ma flip… you know - what’s its name…!
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A wordsmith I…
For poets all gamble gay in bowers, perforce to dance the dance of hours, And pen piqued poems on fragrant flowers and stare at streams for countless hours…
Oh dear me a moment of clarity… I see I have a certain similarity…
But even if I sit and seem to think, it’s only you that thinks I think.
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Bury me ‘neath the stars of night,
Or near the sun soaked beach so bright,
Or hard by the trees of shadowed head,
Just don’t do it… ‘till I’m dead!
((((((((()))))))))
If you judge as best you can… from the facts you know,
And if you do not jump too fast… but think the whole thing through,
And if you cogitate for hours – to predict the vast unknown
Sod’s law says you’ll miss the only bus - that can take you home…
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Of course, free verse - you know is the write that’s right,
For poetry that rhymes and scans is nothing but a blight,
A blight upon the face of man, a sin of the poor sane,
One should always scatter words, like tears or falling rain!
Or like the knuckle bones of fate, cast to tell the future,
Writhing in agnostic agony, across the blank white paper,
And glaring with the wild red eye, on shadows of Zanadu,
But personally if it makes me smile – that generally will do!
//
(…)
Ellipsis in parenthesis – I wonder what that means?
It looks a kind of handy thing for growing runner beans,
Or perhaps a cauldron dark and weird for wicked wicca brewing,
When it comes to grammarunctuation, I’m lacking any clueing.
Ridding rough-shod across pristine pages,
Silica’s silt induces grammarians’ rages,
I sprinkle punctuation like sowing seeds,
Hence the ditties here - kind of poetic weeds.
Silica is just a sad genetic engineer, with an imperial clone and a metric socket set…
Author notes
Some rambling thoughts, in the vein of Nando’s ponderous poetry…:-
Written March 15th, 2003
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great
There seems to be a direct correlation between the beauty of the comments left on a person's poem and the beauty of the poem itself. Silica you inspire people to be creative, and I enjoy reading their comments after reading your fun poems. Too bad I have the power to lower the beauty of your poem by leaving an ugly comment. You see the beauty of the poem is already fading as I write. Let me add a few wow wow wow wow. At this rate I can turn your poem into garbage in no time. Wait what is this? Grit in my eye? Ahh sand blowing everywhere, I can't tell if the poem is becoming any less beautiful. I wish to write more ugliness but my mouth is filling up with (...) -
ahhh, all the clever comments have been stolen and I'm left at the bottom of the pile. But since I really liked and was amused by the musings and likenesses, I shall have to say
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and what better use could there be?
Brian -
Excellent job! I wish I had this kind of clever intelligent humor! (I have some of my own) but I am a teacher, and I just love the dedication you have put into this piece! Very proufund.
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Well good golly! I love them! Each and every one!
My tongue tripped over a couple... ok, more than a couple... of words, but it had fun doing it.
I'm off to read the rest! -
Thanks very much Jen! The complement is much appreciated but I think we are much more congruent than that… although not of course geometrically.
The ‘profound’ is sort of a pun… ‘Kitty Fisher found it.’?
I guess it could be with… I was thinking – in addition to, so I used ‘and’.
Thanks again, it is very much appreciated that you should want to read so closely.
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I appear to have missed this cute little collection. First the Sam-I-Am parody. This was very funny, but did you know in the end, the chacter who wouldn't try green eggs ended up liking it in the end? I wonder if you could work in a bit of comedy about how much fun Sadam is having in the custody of his enemies, you know this American prison food aint so bad.
Polly Phonic wrote a sonnet,
Pretty Wisher profound it,
Not a metaphor was there in it,
But wryer sound it…
You know, I understand the meaning of the second line, but it sounds so off meter wise. I think I would be tempted to change it to "Pretty Wisher proofed it, Not a metaphor was found, but with a wryer sound it...
It even has the insomniac cured and esoteric powers (why and instead of with?)
Oh, I give up, this is like Mother Goose trying to find fault with Walt Whitman.
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Pure pleasure
Allo!
Your wise words wound around my head
like noodles in a bowl
They twist and turn with wit
and it
Quite lifted up my soul.
Your genius walks the wildest way
Such feel-good fun with words you play
From an immensely impressed,
Harriet Sweet Harriet -
Excellent as always.
I see you've writ
lots of wit
in typical
Silica scrit. (--:
Tanya
Loved it! Keep it coming! -
The morpheme met the phoneme,
And the morpheme grew.
Outgrowing word and sentence,
And waving page adieu.
Swelling to novella,
Whilst stirring ballyhoo.
Cantering past Codex,
Restriction to eschew.
Leaving flat the lexicon,
And on into the blue.
Until it reached so great a size,
It bested all review.
And then without a warning,
Turned, careened and slue,
Into a trillion characters,
For wordsmiths to pursue.
And pick from them the paragons
To reconstruct anew.
And formulate and organise
Their dictum to construe.
And so the cycle turns again,
And sensing deju-vu.
Silica sends his works aloft.
And I say “Good for you!”
Thanks for getting me thinking... -
Genius!!!!!
Hello my friend
This is just truly the best! Your words are just unbelieveable! I smiled and laught the entire time! This was really fantastic!
A wordsmith writes his phrased delights
For eyes to scan and read
The rhyme sublime and right on time
You scatter 'round your seeds
Great gems here! Thank you for sharing them with me, and thank you for you great comment on "Pools Of Midnight"
~Johnny
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bloody feckin brilliant! ! !
I'm lacking any clueing, too!
A little byrdie told me you missed me.
Well, not really, but he made this really
annoying peeping noise that made me think of you.
::wicked laughter:: Sorry, been off my nut ever since
I left this place.
This is wonderful and really too much to be all in one post. I have loads of commentary for each one that amounts to nearly nothing in the larger scope of things, but does take up space and look pretty doing it. That's what counts, ain't it?
wot?
xx
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Fabulous Silica enjoyed every word of it.
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Here is me, surfing on ur words... Excelent words, by the way. :-)
Today i cannot be funny. Just serious.
Waves from Brazil
*Maria Nina* -
Uncut gems still throw light though not as crystal clear, nor bedazzle with gilded glow, though every bit as bright.
Plays on word, and words in play, forwards backwards sideways down, these were great, thank you. -
Dr. Suess. Different, to say the least. I didn't know to whether to laugh or cry. True sign of any well write. Keep on Truckin'
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I read through all your 'word weeds'
I've come to this conclusion
These words you've smithed have sown some seeds
Your talent's no illusion.
You picked me up and through me round
with wonderous 'grammarunctuation'
I'd scratch my head, and then I'd smile
at your words, and sprinpunctuation
Bravo and thanks.
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super excellent+
Bury me ‘neath the stars of night,
Or near the sun soaked beach so bright,
Or near the trees of shadowed head,
Just don’t do it… ‘till I’m dead!
OMG ....loved the whole of this rambling
but this was my very favorite stanza . What a sense of humour came across here. It made my day , which is slowly coming to an end now ...almost 8pm here in good ole USA <---------moi is an import to this land , born and raised in the itsy bitsy Grand Duchy of Luxembourg , married a yank.......and that is how I ended up here 
Greetings and thx for your reading and commenting on my write. This one is going into my favs
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This was fun. A real verbaphor you are Good stuff.
~Mary O -
_)(*&^%$#@!!!!!^2
LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Well if it’s long you want – it’s long you’ll get, it drags on into hours,
It even has the insomniac cured and esoteric powers…
Like scratching household surfaces – without the slightest cleaning,
And deep profundity in its metaphors… without the slightest meaning!
Amazing.
Loved this. Birchwood drugged me over here to read this.
no, i don't do drugs anymore...
anymore than i have to.
"want to" I meant...
i don't do more drugs than I want,
that is to say I won't abuse them.
That is not to say they don't deserve abuse
25 billion drug abusers can't be wrong, can they?
well if they are wrong,
at least they are in the majority,
large sampling errors notwithstanding,
i can't stand polls either,
neither,
gallup nor zogby.
None of them ever make any measurement of the probability that the polee has not a fucking clue or right to any opinion to any of the above,
or below...
I get dizzy when I lay down fast,
let me sit up
turn on CNN
and go back to sleep. -
Ah, yes ..
Simple rhyme
of Suessen time
with wordsmith's pre-eminen-itity
stuttered smiles
last for miles
singing sandman's salmagundi -
Well Done
A wild read indeed, thanks for sharing silica!
You got skills, keep'em coming!
~Timothy~ -
You have saved them all up, knowing you this is about 4 months work! I bow to the master of words..
Barb
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well with your thingimajig and the watchamacallit, you should be alright. Well that's of course if you know where random is?? and how you work a roundtoit??
~GILL~x -
I started with a comment in my head for the first lil Suessism and then well I just got caught up in ponderence of each snipet of your minds wonderings and I have to admit...I was enthralled enough to go back and do it all again..
you should sell tickets for this roller coaster ride...
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Hmmm..... this one has me deep in thought!
But I like it!
Interesting!
keep penning on my friend!
Bill -
Witty as ever
And I have to tell you again:
you have one the "best title ever" award.
I do have to come back to this when I have more time to toy with the wit and wind it around and direct it back at you.
A bow before leaving. -
ohhhhhh, i liked this.
it was so... random. but, it was so fun- it seemed like you were just having a blast, going into this huge rhyming flow confusing everyone by switching over and changing the subject, yet it all maintains a single beat.
i loved this, you really had fun with it, i can tell.
Ridding rough-shod across pristine pages,
Silica’s silt induces grammarians’ rages,
I sprinkle punctuation like sowing seeds,
Hence the ditties here - kind of poetic weeds.
hehehe, that made me smile. it was more then a pleasure to read.
Katie o) -
I loved Dr. Suess and you are pretty terrific yourself. Fun to read, I loved the part about the words as weeds. Keep it up.,.......
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topological
Oh yes, I almost forgot....I just want to point out to everybody (not you of course, you know) that a moebius strip only has one side. lolol! -
Cheerful
Dear Imperial Punster,
Is this a collection? I'm new to allpoetry so I can't tell for sure but it looks on the surface to be a collection of some of your more brilliant comments, rhymes, ditties etc.
Now I have to go search out the originals that are no doubt splattered all over allpoetry, if I want to really appreciate the full humorous context of these fine upstanding parodies
That should be fun.
As are these.
Sooner or later mate, you are going to discover something that motivates you to write about it and pen a classic. Let me know when you do - I'll try my hand at your sport and lampoon the hell out of it. I only hope that I am half as good at doing that as you are.
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You make my head spin. That is why I come back for more. Have you ver stood in the grass looking at the sky and spinning round and round. I love that feeling. Reading this kept me from having go out in my yard at 1:15 in the morning. Thank You
Anna -
Very interesting write. It was great to read. Keep up the good work
~KIm -
"one of these things is not like the others.
one of these things just doesn't belong.
can you tell me which one it is
by the time i finish my song"
boy, THAT comment is out in left field, eh?
anyway..
this was a dee-lite-ful compilation piece.
quite clever (i've come to the conclusion that you are the human embodiment of 'wit') and never a dull moment.
grammarunctuation. Gee, i stumbled all over that one.
enjoyed quite a bit. -
i thought I would take this time to return the favor in regards to your comment on my poem "hope in war" i'm slightly amused at your theories on a God which you cannot possibly, for you see...no one can! aside from that, you couldn't possibly be more wrong... In Ecclesiastes it tells us clearly that there is a time for all things, including war. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 reads as follows:
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There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
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a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
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a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
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a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
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a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
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a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
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a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
That last verse there pretty much sums up my point while it points out your own limited knowledge of God. If you'd like to discuss Christ, I'd be more than happy, however I do NOT appreciate derogatory comments made toward my God...especially when you have absolutely no idea where you are coming from. Feel free to respond...i'd enjoy hearing from you. In conclusion, my God, the ONLY God, the God who created this world and even know reigns supreme in it, does indeed condone war, as it has it's own just purpose, so who are you, a mere man to question that? Just something to think about.... -
Coo...such a rare selection
of poetic confection
As I've ever had the pleasure to see,
Some of it steaming
with astute hidden meaning,
While others just plain tickled me!
WOW! Kyla -
You ramble with the best of them, and as you go you plant seeds that might very well bear nice juicy fruit. Wild, dude!
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"Though this be madness, yet there is method in't."
Seems I've seen a few here and there
On pages you've been to before me.
The titular piece oft lacks in flair,
But your ditties never bore me.
Looking through comments from the past year a few weeks ago, I thought, "Hmmm...some of these ditties make more sense than my posted pieces." I was considering posting some assorted litter-ature myself. : ) -
Ummmm.... okay... sounds like some serious ramblin' to me Very interesting, a fun read.
Dee
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