Tag Archives: Poem

A Wordy Love Confession Of The Worthy?

Image: DeviantArt With tragic air the love-lorn heir Once chased the chaste Louise; She quickly guessed her guest was there To please her with his pleas. Now at her side he kneeling sighed, His sighs of woeful size; ‘Oh, hear … Continue reading

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The Eighth Day Of The Week

Image: DeviantArt On the thirty-second day of the thirteenth month of the eighth day of the week, On the twenty-fifth hour of the sixty-first minute we’ll find all things that we seek. They are there in the limbo of Lollipop … Continue reading

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Beautiful Streams

Image: Flickr Beautiful streams, that flow onward forever, Blessing the green earth wherever they flow, Down the steep mountain-side gushing to sever, In the fair valleys and meadows below; Singing amid the tall reeds as they wander, Nursing the lily-bell … Continue reading

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ABC’s Of Love

Let others talk of L N’s eyes, And K T’s figure light and free, Say L R, too, is beautiful — I heed them not while U I C. U need not N V them, for U X L them … Continue reading

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A Curious Form Of Poetry: Univocalic Poems

Regular readers of Learn Fun Facts may already be familiar with lipograms. In today’s post, I’ll talk about another form of lipogrammatic constrained writing called univocalic. French author Georges Perec published a 300-page lipogrammatic novel La disparition in 1969. The entire … Continue reading

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If you have ever, like me, Missed the “r” and hit the “t,” Addressing some fat blister As “Mt.” instead of “Mr.,” I trust you left it unamended? Splendid. — J. B. Boothroyd, Punch, 1948 Here is my response: One … Continue reading

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Friendship’s Garland

When I was a boy there was a friend of mine, We thought ourselves warriors and grown folk swine, Stupid old animals who never understood And never had an impulse, and said “You must be good!” We stank like stoats … Continue reading

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