Entries tagged with "poetry"
So I send people Moustache Trees on Facebook instead
posted by srah on May 15, 2008 12:48 PM
My beard grows to my toes,I never wears no clothes,I wraps my hair,Around my bare,And down the road I goes. - Shel Silverstein I was raised to believe that women can do anything that men can do. So I'm always disappointed when I remember that I will (probably) never grow the long, flowing beard that I've dreamed of....
Overnight, there's been a breathless change in you
posted by srah on November 15, 2007 10:56 PM
Tags: haiku, health, nablopomo, nablopomo 2007, poetry, weather
Well hello, and welcome to my living room blog. It's a Multi-Stanza Weather-Haiku Extravaganza! And you're all invited! Last night: wore no coat This morning: need light jacket Right now: OH GOD, SNOW! Forty-one degrees Where the hell did that come from? Should have brought a hat What be these white flakes? Be it snow, or do the gods Need Head & Shoulders? Accident'ly punched the microwave. Unrelated to weather, sorry. My hand is bleeding Next time I'll punch you HARDER! Curse you, microwave! Oh, back to weather. Now they're forecasting showers. We'll be wet AND cold. I'm not crying...
Carl Kasell, eat your heart out
posted by srah on August 29, 2007 5:19 PM
What a marvelous food is the waffle As are soup and french fries and falafel But while muttar paneer Makes me drool in my kheer "Cock-a-leekie" makes me want to rofl....
Impressions of the Houston airport, in haiku form
posted by srah on June 13, 2007 8:50 AM
Tags: airport, haiku, poetry, texas
Wandering, sleepy A golf cart runs me over Then another one Golf carts everywhere Ferry old and invalid And lazy people Familiar transport But elsewhere the golf carts beep Here drivers mumble She says: "Excuse me" Just before I am mowed down "Bump" under her wheels In Texas, roadkill: Car versus armadillo Golf cart versus srah...
Ode to a guilty pleasure
posted by srah on June 4, 2007 12:46 PM
Tags: haiku, low-carb diet, milk, poetry
O chocolate milk! Dairy is good for me but You are full of carbs....
Follow-up on yesterday's Seussian weather report
posted by srah on February 21, 2007 8:17 AM
Now here is something less-ly good: We're going to have a little flood....
Wherein the rising temperatures turn me into Dr Seuss
posted by srah on February 20, 2007 12:02 PM
The snow's all melted into mud And Sarah says: It is no gud....
American Idol: Poetry in Motion
posted by srah on March 23, 2006 6:48 AM
Tags: american idol, american idol 5, bucky, haiku, poetry, tv
Dammit! They sent Schmeedle home? I checked in partway through the show and saw that it was going to be either him or Bucky, so I thought I had it in the bag. Looks like I'll be able to reuse my haiku next week: Howling and off-key The reign of Bucky must end My ears are bleeding...
Haiku is a way/ to make a boring entry/ tons more interesting
posted by srah on February 17, 2006 12:07 PM
Tags: couscous, food, haiku, poetry
Srah has a craving for couscous, although she would accept tabouleh. Searching for restaurants? Fruitless. The school dining halls Likewise are devoid. Couscous here must be prepared at home, which is not Feasible for lunch. Alas....
You are a weiner!
posted by srah on August 1, 2005 7:29 AM
Everybody wants a personalized poem/song/haiku! But there can be only ONE! Sort of like vampire slayers, except there's more than one of those, apparently. So... not at all like vampire slayers. In fact, the hydrogen peroxide that we found had expired in March 1983, over a year before the birth of Alfie. So, with no further ado, I proudly announce that the winner of our contest is Jamelah with her guess of "july 85." Here are your haikus (I didn't say that they would be good or you'd like them!) Lying on her back, Jamelah's thinking about Justin Timberlake. She's...
As long as I'm trapped at Bubble Island for hours on end...
posted by srah on March 24, 2005 8:04 PM
Tags: bubble tea, food, haiku, poetry
Lychee fusion tea With lychee jellies. It tastes like perfumed fruit juice. Lychee fusion tea has lychee jellies that look like diseased maggots. Lychee fusion tea has lychee jellies that feel like diseased maggots. And yet, overall I find lychee tea to be quite enjoyable....
Poetry corner
posted by srah on March 21, 2005 3:01 AM
Tags: food, haiku, health, medicine, poetry
Ode to my dinner tonight Oh muttar paneer You are made with peas and cheese I have leftovers. Ode to a conversation we had over dinner about Mongolian delicacies I like peas and cheese. I like the two together. I like both of them. I like butter, tea. I like them separate, but Not butter in tea! Ode to yuckiness in a bottle I've just taken some Robitussin to fight off A cold I'm getting. It tastes rather crap. Medicine men, please work hard To make it tasty. It has maken me Jittery - and nauseous too Not really sleepy....
Wherefore stopp'st thou at this here traffic light?
posted by srah on February 16, 2005 3:29 PM
Tags: poetry
I was driving behind a Mercury Mariner today with the personalized license plate: ANCIENT. The only thing that would have made it better is if it were covered in frost....
People lying in the woods, eating sandwiches?
posted by srah on October 13, 2004 11:15 AM
Tags: john hannah, misheard lyrics, poetry
I came to my meagre appreciation poetry because of the movies. I don't feel that any effort was really made in my education to encourage us to read or enjoy poetry... off the top of my head, I can't remember ever reading any in school. So when I was growing up and especially in my first year of college, poetry was something to be feared - something written by Jewel and angsty college freshmen and other people with no talent. Not having had that basis in school, I have to say that my poetical education is very limited, extending mostly...
A poem by me
posted by srah on October 5, 2004 6:24 PM
Yay me I contribute To the downfall of Internet Explorer...
Must... not... buy... until after graduation...
posted by srah on September 22, 2004 11:33 AM
Darn you, Tiffany! With thy evil Sims sequel Thou hast tempted me....
'For what, we ask, is life without a touch of Poetry in it?'
posted by srah on September 17, 2004 9:23 AM
Fall arrived today. I was not forewarned of this. Came as quite a shock. Bare legs and flip-flops Are not autumn apparel. I may not survive....
Ode to a smaller slug than the one I squashed
posted by srah on August 19, 2004 10:28 AM
Dear Huge Slug On The Bathroom Floor, How did you get there? Are there more? Why aren't you moving? Are you dead? Or asleep or have been a-salt-ed? Dear Huge Slug On The Bathroom Floor, I'm glad it's not my bathroom; I'll just close the door....
Haiku regarding the picture at left
posted by srah on July 9, 2004 9:21 AM
Tags: haiku, poetry, travel, weather
See how I'm dressed in November 2002? I want a scarf now. This cold weather is inappropriate - July should be stifling!...
Syllables counted/ Poems being created/ Haiku explosion!
posted by srah on July 9, 2004 6:25 AM
Tags: antoine, haiku, poetry, travel
A few years ago I went to Le May sur Evr' Haiku all the way. Return of haiku! Return of Srah to Le May! Return to pastry? I was to go to Angers tonight, but so is The darned Tour de France! There's too much traffic. Darned sports! Instead, I must take the train to Cholet. See friends, eat pastries Sight-see... most importantly: Escape the abbey!...
My big fat huge foam-rubber poetry anthology
posted by srah on April 4, 2004 12:00 AM
Tags: haiku, huge foam rubber moai head, poetry
Going to Easter Island? Bring me back a huge Foam-rubber Moai head. "What's a Moai?" you ask? Easter Island's are in stone. Not in foam-rubber. Moais are big stone heads - more mysterious than their rubber counterparts. How did they get there? Stone ones are a mystery. Foam ones: from Taiwan. Are huge foam-rubber Moai heads available at Easter Island shops? If not, I will found a booming industry in foam-Moai souvenirs. Huge foam-rubber things: fingers saying number one, cheese hats and Moai heads. All talk of Moai-heads aside, I would still like to wear a praline-hat....
More sick-day haiku
posted by srah on February 17, 2004 3:16 PM
Tags: haiku, poetry, sick, star wars, star wars: a new hope, star wars: attack of the clones
Katie and Sarah Are once again caught up in The Haiku Cycle. 7 AM: Barf*. Rest of the day: Starve instead. Neither is much fun. Tea, broth and crackers Don't provide much sustenance For poor, sickly srahs. I watched A New Hope. Grainy film, Han shot Greedo. The Special Eds suck. Attack of the Clones srah wants the clones to attack Hayden Christensen. Oh Princess Leia Hair all bunnified. You could Kick your mother's ass. ––––– * Could be replaced with "bjork," thanks to jday......
Ode to the flu (or whatever this is)
posted by srah on February 16, 2004 8:24 AM
Poor little Sarah Have a cup of tea. Wet heaves instead of dry ones. Before: curl up with a good movie. In grad school: curl up with text books. It seems I do have stomach muscles. I know 'cause I feel them spasming....
Ode to the new love of my life
posted by srah on January 25, 2004 8:57 PM
A reason to stay in my room and to study: Thank you, space heater. Normally, mine is the coldest room in the house. It isn't today. Today, only a few sweaters are required - Not gloves in the house....
Yet another food-ku
posted by srah on December 24, 2003 1:04 PM
Tags: cheese, food, haiku, ossau iraty, poetry
I have spent so much time shopping, wrapping and cleaning that I haven't had more than a cup of soup in over 24 hours. I was at the point where I was so hungry it made me nauseous to think of food. I am now easing myself in with tea and am looking forward to a cheese sandwich. O My Cheese Sandwich! With Ossau and a bagel come to my rescue!...
Collaboration haiku
posted by srah on December 10, 2003 3:32 AM
Tags: haiku, poetry, school of information
End of group project. At 3am, groupthinking becomes nothinking....
Haiku explanation for stains
posted by srah on November 20, 2003 1:05 PM
Lunchtime incident: Lentil soup should stay in bowl Not on Sarah's shirt....
Best. Combination. Ever.
posted by srah on September 19, 2003 12:45 PM
Tags: haiku, holidays, pirates, poetry, school of information, talk like a pirate day
Talk Like a Pirate Day at SI. How can we apply this? Piracy as a social system: What is their collection? Booty. Read some much better pirate haiku. [via Dave Barry's Blog]...
It's poetry. Because I said so.
posted by srah on September 18, 2003 7:55 PM
Tomorrow we shall be pirates. Pirates! Pirates all the live long day. But forsooth, dear friends; We shall not be pirates all our lives. There comes a time when piratehood must end. So the next day, we can be ninjas. [link via Obsessive Frog, poetry(?) via yours truly]...
Do I hafta compare thee to a summer's day?
posted by srah on September 16, 2003 7:19 PM
Tags: poetry
Relati you eyes of the warning, to a relative swimming of the hats! The spiders a round circle three times and you close your eyes with the fear of Santo, because she projected inside in hath of miell�e and drank latte one of the paradieses. This is Lost in Translation's version of the last few lines of Kubla Khan. Somehow I love it almost as much as the original. Of course, you may prefer other poems: And then my heart with sufficienza of the pleasure and the dances with jonquils. (Wordsworth) The hour of stars is not desired: it extinguishes...
On extended weekends (Lament of the hourly temp)
posted by srah on July 1, 2003 3:15 PM
You are paid the same If you work Friday or not? Not so for Sarah. Thirty-five hours Must be worked, even when the Week has thirty-two....
I can't seem to make piracy pay
posted by srah on June 27, 2003 8:53 AM
Song of Perfect Propriety by Dorothy Parker Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind my ear. And when my captives' chains would clank I'd howl with glee and drink, And then fling out the quivering plank And watch the beggars sink. I'd like to straddle gory decks, And dig in laden sands, And know the feel of throbbing necks Between my knotted hands. Oh, I should like to strut and curse Among my blackguard crew... But I am writing little verse, As little ladies do. Oh, I...
Latest foray into insane random poetry
posted by srah on June 22, 2003 11:27 PM
Tags: poetry
Annoying and French translation, Okay, so far? but that J.K. keeps it turns in American culture BAD. not a sort of a varied meal but translating is not hairy pottery , then remembered back to say Si. I promise be a Dunkin Donuts They cancelled it I mean, that good French about a pronoun that it interesting that the example for incompetence....
I was not aware that E.L. Fudge was a holy city
posted by srah on June 6, 2003 11:54 AM
Tags: discovered, poetry
I thought this wasn't working, but no such luck. You will be attacked, once again, with the beauty of random poetry. srah blah blahs: Search this Japanese cat of weather makes you find ourselves doing pilgrimages from many movies about how good Sure that which were wondering, as the dickens, but I am blah blahs: 8 ] [months of opticians, so that I suck at CSS. While at it, will never had any expensive repair, he was great, interest, young Frenchman who would pull out the other senses, I want them out I speak Spanish as a Suspicious Outsider, I...
Haiku Fever epidemic
posted by srah on April 27, 2003 10:55 AM
Tags: belgium, haiku, poetry, travel
Am bored out of my mind in the train; will torture myself with haiku. I am afflicted, when I visit assistants, with Haiku Fever. I don't know what langue to speak with Christianna. English? French? Flemish? Why I like Belgium: Multilingualism and pommes frites and waffles. I am sad to leave Grenoble but it's Sophie's turn to visit now. Sometimes I wish that I lived in an area more geared t'words tourists. Then people would be sure to stop and visit when they came to the States. Other passengers wonder why I keep counting up to seventeen. Haiku is too...
Ode to a Man With an Empty Tupperware Container, or View From My Bus Window
posted by srah on December 20, 2002 10:51 AM
Man holds Tupperware. A greyhound pees behind him, wearing a raincoat. I was inspired. I'm very sorry. THE HAIKU CURSE STRIKES AGAIN!!!!!!!...
Trouble ahead...
posted by srah on November 12, 2002 3:51 PM
Tags: antoine, haiku, pato, poetry, travel
Oh for heaven's sake! Weekend plans not bad enough in song? Try haiku! To Angers I go to see Antoine, our former assistant français. I don't know what there is to see in Angers but I guess I'll see it. The Loire Valley is full of castles but I don't think he lives in one. He lost my number and called Alex but Nasko answered as usual. Poor Nasko, Pato's receptionist. At least he speaks to France often... Antoine and srah will commiserate, both having cheris far away. Between le Mexique and le Chili, he and I should practice Spanish!...
First random poetry at new location
posted by srah on September 22, 2002 3:18 PM
Tags: poetry
From Rob's Poetry Generator srah And the Old dead English When I hate you, expect to travel, but they would like a pretty interesting story, on the words wretched hive and a Sixth Sense I leave for the pie pan. The life of cinema did about it is a lasting positive impact on purpose. I kept coming to see them was nice to radio static, punctuated occasionally by the Monday Mission Tuesday Wednesday Whimsy Thursday Threesome Friday Five minutes on someone life. which makes me and those you are supposed to wish myself actuallyI went home That freaked me feel...
srah writes French pop songs?
posted by srah on July 31, 2002 2:57 PM
Tags: poetry
srah is an hourly worker, entitled to take trips with me Oh, oui. Oh, oui. Oh, yeah. I counted my face gets my Desk not.seeing the GW email woesAlbion has, been grinding my generation could see the way... - Rob's Amazing Poetry Generator...
Beavis and/or Butthead
posted by srah on April 22, 2002 5:47 PM
Tags: poetry
The latest from Rob's Amazing Poetry Generator: srah Heh heh. [heh. heh. heh. heh. Heh heh....
Poetry
posted by srah on April 5, 2002 2:28 PM
Apparently April is poetry month. I shall refrain from returning to haiku-mode. Don't worry, Katie. Instead I present a new poem via Rob's Poetry Maker. srah They *are you But always said read up of , his application. Which obviously makes the morning to Denis, We guessed that the world Console me? [categorically to attract people might help.Take you blah blah blah. blahs as well in one thing Happened in Meijers, just like Hello Dolly meets A Virgin sequence and Rob want her power, what would want to leave the Duckling Has a video clip with me. going out....
Haiku galore
posted by srah on February 26, 2002 1:44 AM
Tags: classwork, haiku, poetry
Stinking fishies are living in a dirty tank. They like oxygen. Neighbors came by and sprayed each other with canned whipped cream. Don't muss our space. The Heart and Stomach of a King is perused in my History class. Elizabeth re- placed the Virgin Mary in the new English church. She fooled around with sev'ral men but was still known as the Virgin Queen. Programming is hard. Even Visual Basic. Non-logical mind. It is good to know for sure that you do not have a brain infection. What is your advice for making a long-distance relationship work? Winter storms approach....
AAAH!
posted by srah on February 25, 2002 1:56 PM
I am still thinking in haiku. Help me! Help me! Where is the off-switch?...
srah in haiku mode:/ There is no stopping her, so/ don't even try it
posted by srah on February 25, 2002 2:22 AM
Boyfriend took quizzes and found that he was Belle and he loved Aragorn. Christianna left goat cheese in my fridge. I am scared to open it. Roommate said she put air in the fish tank. I thought she blew with a straw. Dively has a man? Must learn details of smooching with Jeopardy champ. Le frère et l'ami d'Antoine sont ici. Ils ne parlent que français. (Is "parlent" one or two syllables? It is hard to haiku in French.) There are some loose leaves in my tea. They are getting caught between my teeth. It is too late to write...
Check out the rabbit haiku!
posted by srah on February 25, 2002 2:05 AM
I never wrote one but Dave's bunny incites me to give it a try. I invite you to leave your own bunny haiku in his comment-thing. As for me, I say that the pancakes-Oolong makes me hungry... for which?...
I am addicted
posted by srah on January 24, 2002 3:51 AM
Tags: poetry
I am addicted to Random Poetry. srah blah blah blah. to be in seeing the belly. Maybe have lost the basement of whining about that way. like contemporary poetry: dealie sounds like blogs OF entitlement that passed the Jedi Special effects? Is pretty dorky and loose spelling like to man,has proved to herself in a Wind in Grenoble or somewhere shady, and got me but I realize right here were my Great Issues yellow bellow 3:20pm un français en parle . I know how to go to myself linked with Ellen and I get a . [...
Last one of the evening...
posted by srah on January 23, 2002 5:03 PM
Tags: poetry
Last one of the evening - I swear! srah blah to check Mongolian BBQ to blame my CS class for how to shoes?were breathing, A property of personal information to win me,to the basement of Nimh does make in shame Someone worse by entertaining style and sudden, rather than sounding like it was that people When we had both watched it Ho hum. I know anything anyone you mean strange. Perhaps......
Here is a thought
posted by srah on January 20, 2002 7:21 PM
Tags: poetry
Here is a thought on why I don't like contemporary poetry: Teachers these days seem to encourage people to tap into their innermost emotions when writing poetry... and I really do not care about whiny teenaged angst. I would rather have a story with events in it, thank you....
Mr Enlow was blogging
posted by srah on January 20, 2002 3:02 PM
Mr Enlow was blogging about his love for poetry. I've never been much of a fan myself, mostly because of the same whiny contemporary poetry out there. The medium is short enough that people seem to be able to pump out loads of really crappy poetry, whereas, say, a novel requires much more effort. Just a theory. Just before and around the time that Pandaemonium came out, I studied up a lot on Wordsworth and Coleridge and this one appealed to me - maybe just because I like the sound of it when read aloud in an English accent: Kubla...
A recently-discovered blog I like:
posted by srah on November 28, 2001 5:00 PM
Tags: discovered, poetry, quote
A recently-discovered blog I like: little.red.boat. Anna quotes this poem: The reason I like Edna St Vincent Millay Is that her name sounds like a basketball falling down stairs. The reason I like Walt Whitman Is that his name sounds like Edna St Vincent Millay falling down stairs. *tee hee!*...
Watched "Alias" tonight
posted by srah on November 19, 2001 3:49 AM
Tags: alias, john hannah, poetry, quote, reviews, tv
Watched "Alias" tonight because John Hannah was on. My thoughts? I'm lazy and have just copied my JHAC post. The first time I saw the photo of Shepard (John Hannah), I squealed and Alex rolled up into a little ball, making fun of me. It feels like it's been a long time since I've seen him in something *new*. I've seen old projects I just got ahold of, but it's been several months since TMR. For the longest time, I thought I was watching the wrong episode because there was no mention of Shepard and they didn't seem to be...
Another fruitful teatime
posted by srah on November 5, 2001 7:14 PM
Another fruitful teatime with Cheryl! We founded the Society for the Institution of Zed in order to reintroduce "zed" as the pronounciation for the letter Z. Cheryl crosses her Zs, which gets her a gold star right on her forehead. We also wrote a letter that we forgot to send to Baldwin, which is unrivaled in poetic greatness: Dearest Beloved Baldwin, My name is Stan and i don't like cran berry tea. My last name is Zimmerman and i don't like cinnamon tea. either. ethereal earl elates gargantuan grey gregarious grey graciously grants guzzling glee earl is a pearl in...
One of the finest poets of the day
posted by srah on November 5, 2001 12:37 PM
Tags: in spanish, my favorite posts, poetry, spanish, vampires
One of the finest poets of the day has brought into the world yet another masterpiece. First, we will share an earlier example of her Spanish-language oeuvre, then her latest work on the theme of "Autumn". Sit back, because you are in for a treat. La Sangre Yo no soy un café. [I am not a café.] Sin embargo hay personas que me persiguen a todas partes [However, there are people following me everywhere] Buscando algo de beber. [Looking for something to drink.] Este líquido en mis venas [This liquid in my veins] No es expresso, [Is not espresso,] ¡Malditos...
