How can one resist? Of doom and gloom and lockdowns, The antithesis!
It's 50/90! Time to get those songs written! Welcome back, people!!
Happy Father's Day! Daughter made waffles for me while I played banjo.
Summer songwriting Sustainability themes? or electric cars
He aha te wa? Ko te wa ki te tuhi- tuhi waiata!
(What time is it now? It is the time of writing - The writing of songs)
"Wake up!'' shouts the Muse. "Since your time is running out, You must use it well!"
I don't like haiku. They are quite predictable. Sonnets are better.
This Fifty Ninety I promise: No songs about Coronavirus.
Just eleven days Okay actually twelve until songwriting starts
Sonnets? well and good, But mine morph into lyrics. Haiku is the pith.
Tim, with that last line I think you're taking the pith. Theriouthly now.
Marthter Thtephen pithed?! Itth thauthageth on the thlab. (Now, Igor, stop that!)
(apologies to Pratchett's Ghost)
As a child I lithped. Everyone would laugh at it. Now it's my revenge.
Learnt how to pith toads. Nervous system electrics. Not for the squeamish.
Hereby, Finiku Returns to its rightful place, On top of the heap.
Super prolific Now thats a new one on me All these summer songs
'Existential angst' Is not an acceptable 'Illness' on work forms.
Comments on my songs Saying my surname is apt Will be reported
Angst existential Can be blamed for anything It's universal.
Rather than lurking, Why not get some practice in Writing poetry?
Google web machine Attacks with too much knowledge Overloads my brain
So, Mr Wordsmith! Who had guessed that your name was In fact Stephen Apt?
So fifty ninety Should I even try this here Bitter still so near
Summer writing songs Beginning is the hardest Will I or won’t I
Fireworks much too loud My dog has PTSD Independence Day?
Black lives do matter Why some Kansans filled with hate Unbelievable
Moving of my thumbs Time to stop I really should Other things to do
At four thirty-nine Sun sits on the bridge summit To blind motorists.
(26th of June. It must be a special day: Machine sacrifice?)
waves cannot drown me the sun cannot scorch my chest autonomy mine
New project guitar Arrived by UPS now Something to bide time
syllables cant count using fingers more and more public schools, go team!
I don’t get all this What are you all on about Searching for answers
Never quite got this thread It was always a mystery Then google solved it
Google saves the day Too bad top answers are ads greed strikes yet again
Where would we all be Without self-interest and greed? Oh, yeah. Shangri-La.
An exquisite corpse Xylophone melodica and vocals why not
I'm up way too late Somehow still not done with work On a Saturday
I’m too tired to think No energy for rhyming I can still count, though
Easy to count ten Can count to twenty lately Not worn shoes for months
Time to get coffee As the day has just begun And I'm half asleep
Cabin fever looms, Though I promise I won't go Jack Torrance on you.
All work and no play Makes me a dull boy indeed Can make no promise
It's a paradox! The promise of no promise! Lao Tzu rejoicing!
Paradoxical Anomalies abound here Helps to jump start brain
Wordsmith discovers ONE WEIRD TRICK to write Haiku With tiny word count!
Hippopotomon- strosesquippedalio- phobiacs HATE him!
They broke blacksmiths' knees To bind them to their forges. What then for wordsmiths?
Wrists chained to tables To keep them from wanking off It seemed to of worked
Why would the tables Be wanking off, and why would They want to stop them?
Tables get horny Best if use that energy To remain stable
The stable table And the wibbly-wobbly chair Were very good friends.
Neighborhood fireworks Rowdy has PTSD Won't go out to pee
It's 50/90!
Time to get those songs written!
Welcome back, people!!
Happy Father's Day!
Daughter made waffles for me
while I played banjo.
Summer songwriting
Sustainability themes?
or electric cars
He aha te wa?
Ko te wa ki te tuhi-
tuhi waiata!
(What time is it now?
It is the time of writing -
The writing of songs)
"Wake up!'' shouts the Muse.
"Since your time is running out,
You must use it well!"
I don't like haiku.
They are quite predictable.
Sonnets are better.
This Fifty Ninety
I promise: No songs about
Coronavirus.
Just eleven days
Okay actually twelve
until songwriting starts
Sonnets? well and good,
But mine morph into lyrics.
Haiku is the pith.
Tim, with that last line
I think you're taking the pith.
Theriouthly now.
Marthter Thtephen pithed?!
Itth thauthageth on the thlab.
(Now, Igor, stop that!)
(apologies to Pratchett's Ghost)
As a child I lithped.
Everyone would laugh at it.
Now it's my revenge.
Learnt how to pith toads.
Nervous system electrics.
Not for the squeamish.
Hereby, Finiku
Returns to its rightful place,
On top of the heap.
Super prolific
Now thats a new one on me
All these summer songs
'Existential angst'
Is not an acceptable
'Illness' on work forms.
Comments on my songs
Saying my surname is apt
Will be reported
Angst existential
Can be blamed for anything
It's universal.
Rather than lurking,
Why not get some practice in
Writing poetry?
Google web machine
Attacks with too much knowledge
Overloads my brain
So, Mr Wordsmith!
Who had guessed that your name was
In fact Stephen Apt?
So fifty ninety
Should I even try this here
Bitter still so near
Summer writing songs
Beginning is the hardest
Will I or won’t I
Fireworks much too loud
My dog has PTSD
Independence Day?
Black lives do matter
Why some Kansans filled with hate
Unbelievable
Moving of my thumbs
Time to stop I really should
Other things to do
At four thirty-nine
Sun sits on the bridge summit
To blind motorists.
(26th of June.
It must be a special day:
Machine sacrifice?)
waves cannot drown me
the sun cannot scorch my chest
autonomy mine
New project guitar
Arrived by UPS now
Something to bide time
syllables cant count
using fingers more and more
public schools, go team!
I don’t get all this
What are you all on about
Searching for answers
Never quite got this thread
It was always a mystery
Then google solved it
Google saves the day
Too bad top answers are ads
greed strikes yet again
Where would we all be
Without self-interest and greed?
Oh, yeah. Shangri-La.
An exquisite corpse
Xylophone melodica
and vocals why not
I'm up way too late
Somehow still not done with work
On a Saturday
I’m too tired to think
No energy for rhyming
I can still count, though
Easy to count ten
Can count to twenty lately
Not worn shoes for months
Time to get coffee
As the day has just begun
And I'm half asleep
Cabin fever looms,
Though I promise I won't go
Jack Torrance on you.
All work and no play
Makes me a dull boy indeed
Can make no promise
It's a paradox!
The promise of no promise!
Lao Tzu rejoicing!
Paradoxical
Anomalies abound here
Helps to jump start brain
Wordsmith discovers
ONE WEIRD TRICK to write Haiku
With tiny word count!
Hippopotomon-
strosesquippedalio-
phobiacs HATE him!
They broke blacksmiths' knees
To bind them to their forges.
What then for wordsmiths?
Wrists chained to tables
To keep them from wanking off
It seemed to of worked
Why would the tables
Be wanking off, and why would
They want to stop them?
Tables get horny
Best if use that energy
To remain stable
The stable table
And the wibbly-wobbly chair
Were very good friends.
Neighborhood fireworks
Rowdy has PTSD
Won't go out to pee
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