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The Webwork Syndrome


Although I have no time to write just now;
(The time that I've spent seated on my chair
has made my butt grow roots to it somehow,
to hold me here and squelch my doctrinaire
reply) yours more succinct than mine allow.

I tell you this to beg for your rapport,
imprisoned here by nether regions caught--
too beat to fight with all my might before
exhaustion takes remaining sense for nought
reducing all that needed to be more

on topic. Really need some help to write,
but if my fingers numb and mind struck dumb
refuse to give my captive thoughts their flight,
while anchored to my chair and feeling glum,
my alpha to omega? . . . Not tonight.

What needs be said about your thoughts is there
for sure if I had freedom from my chair.


Ayez pitié
Terry

Author notes

Muse at work: iambic pentameters but not a sonnet.
It was posted before but I had no reference link to it.

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  • Mirthryl
    October 28, 2008

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    Beautifully rhymed. Delightful "my chair has made my butt grow roots to it somehow." A weary sense of irrisitible petrification setting in from the locus of one's work station.


    • Terry-too silver member
      October 28, 2008

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      Irrefutable irreverence to pristine poetic form.
      I mean when in extremis, we either laugh or we cry.
      I prefer humour.
      Thank you for your understanding.

      Terry



  • albymyheart gold member
    January 30, 2008

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    I loved the humour; it really made me laugh!
    I noticed your enjambed line bridging stanzas two and three...worked for me!
    alby
    (I've just learned how to make roses! Haha!)

    • Terry-too silver member
      January 30, 2008
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      I think she's got the lingo! Great that you recognized it!
      Enjambments are fun to write once you get the feeling for line-length so rhymes happen where they look/sound best.

      And the There are tons! Barbara has a great collection. Here's another one for you * grin* without space: Probably my favourite. After the * clappy* of course.

      I have webworked off and on all day, this being after midnight after repairing the formatting problems that Firefox makes in a Windows website! Like a pair of squabbling siblings! One does the work, the other tears it down, not respecting spacing, or indentations, ignoring centering and font size (text to you.) What looked perfectly neat in Windows, ends off with hair dishevelled and clothes askew just because Firefox sat on it briefly!
      I did not know, before I got the second computer, how different the pages look. Fortunately work-arounds can be invented and used after this to bypass the extra work.
      Windows is much prettier, but legibility is the main thing there.

      I suspected it, having had incompatibility-destruction on a grand scale in the past, and adjust things to give minimum opportunity. Facing a huge task re-coding the ubiquitous Glossary page with its glaring background colour and small text. Tomorrow. That is why some links do not work yet.
      Some glaring yellow and hot pink background eventually has to be replaced with tamer hues... Laptops are not very bright. (IHad to have some excuse.)

      Goodnight.
      Terry



      What software do you use? Curious. There are several kinds.


  • Ellis gold member
    December 26, 2007

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    Excellent Writing -- I identify!

    I fear rising from my chair
    for fear I'll fall, so I beware
    the standing up, for I declare
    with Parkinson's one is aware
    that balance requires special care

    • Terry-too silver member
      January 30, 2008
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      Dec 26, and nobody told me?

      Perhaps I intended to return?
      More likely that. Hey, I find
      as years pass, though I learn,
      I need a retread on my mind
      just to remind me to adjourn!

      Neat verse, Ellis. In my case
      it is the miles of hours that
      I clock upon my chair. My face
      is red when rooted where I sat,
      need help to rise off my place!

      T-You

      • Ellis gold member
        December 19, 2008
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        now Dec. 19, 2008

        It's the next year, Dec. 19th
        A Great Christmas I bequeath
        A year later; now you know
        Time now to "Get up and Go!"

  • ecrivain01
    October 14, 2007

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    Simply delightful ...

    Je crois que vous n'avez pas besoin de pitié. Votre poème est merveilleux.

    Keep it up.

    • Terry-too silver member
      October 15, 2007
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      Par un ami sans doute!

      Ah, mais c'est mon derrière qui en a grand besoin! Toujours en oubliant les heures supplémentaires, la même chose. Je voudrais te remercier de tels éloges et de m'avoir trouvée!
      Terry


  • Celticmoon
    July 12, 2007

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    I must admit this was qyute the humorous piece. You are actually the only poet to have entered a piece of humor into the mix of those taking part within this contest. A brave soul perhaps? It's not often I find a piece that makes me bust out in laughter but this certainly did. Thank you for entering and good luck!



    Blessings
    Bel


  • B Chandler
    July 6, 2007
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    cricket


  • mamad silver member
    June 23, 2007

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    Believe it or not--this is a crown of Sicilian quintains. Well done, but I don't know how the Sicilians would feel about the topic. Liked it though.

    • Terry-too silver member
      June 24, 2007
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      Thank you. I knew it was regular and really appreciate having a name for the form. Content? Humor is like that, the content grew from experience.


  • MargaretG
    June 23, 2007

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    Oh my. Lovely writing as usual, but I must wonder how literally to take this. Computer work expands to fill the time allowed, and that takes a toll on a body that needs exercise. I'm glad that responsibilities pull me out into the world.
    These stanzas are excellent and regular - so who cares if the poem is a sonnet?

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