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Monday, August 10, 2020

By the numbers

From Victoria:

Write a poem that has at least three numbers in it.

36 comments :

  1. You know I had to do my zip code format. Lol.


    One
    Two four
    Seven seven
    is the zip code for the town
    I live: Saugerties, NY.

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  2. I am enamored of 2021
    because it is not
    any of the years between
    2016 and 2020.

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    1. I hope it's better than 2020. Couldn't get too much worse.

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    2. Reminds me of waiting for 2010 and HAL

      2021 please!

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    3. this was definitely a challenging year and i’m sure everyone would like to delete from the calendar!!

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    4. Actually, long term, perhaps it will prove to have some undiscovered benefits, so no, not me.

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  3. Nonsense Poem

    Two old men
    couldn't count to ten,
    so they settled for four,
    and said, "No more!"

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  4. The Countdown
    5... I can feel the cold as time is winding down
    4... I don't know if I'm ready for this
    3... I change my mind but it's too late
    2... I dont have much longer and I'm scared
    1... This is the end and I brought it on myself
    0... There's nothing left for me here
    Gone....

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    1. Ouch! Original thought, to be sure. Welcome!

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    2. Wow. Intense. Welcome to our group!

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    3. Counting regrets..... triggers ideas for bucket list. Well done.

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    4. Oh my Coley! I liked it! I hope to see you again!!!

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  5. One two three.
    Every day.
    If we all do it,
    we can beat the virus.
    One two three.

    One. Wash your hands.
    Happy birthday twice
    or slow count to twenty
    should be time.
    Kill the virus.

    Two. Cover your mouth.
    Cover your nose too.
    It isn't
    comfortable,
    but helps your neighbors.

    Three. Social distancing.
    Keep away.
    at least six feet.
    No hugs. No kissing
    grandchildren. Yes, it's hard.

    One two three.
    Every day.
    If we all do it,
    we can beat the virus.
    One two three.

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    1. that was very thoughtful and timely. I liked it a lot.

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    2. right on and well said and done!

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  6. MARINE BIOLOGY

    Spotted sea hares often
        form mating chains
            of three or more,

    although as hermaphrodites
        they could do one on one
            or just one. The one

    in front is strictly female, the one
        behind male all the way,
            the ones in the middle

    having all the fun. Slipper
        limpets stack up like pancakes
            against a piling,

    little males on top,
        big females on the bottom.
            When the male wants sex

    he pokes his little penis down
        past three, four, five, six
            or maybe more

    till it finds satisfaction,
        past the other little males
            and past the limpets

    in the center of the stack,
        who once were males
            but no longer,

    in the process of
        becoming females,
            but not yet.

    Tiresias,
        who had been both,
            was asked by the gods

    who enjoys sex more?
            by a power of ten,
            Tiresias replied,

    it is the woman.
        Hera, enraged,
            her secret revealed,

    blinded him,
        but by then,
            he'd seen it all.



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    1. yea. I like it a lot! I think a lot of people can relate with it...

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  7. Revised:

    MARINE BIOLOGY

    Spotted sea hares often
    form mating chains
    of three or more,

    although as hermaphrodites
    they could do one
    on one

    or just one. The one
    in front is strictly
    female, the one

    behind male
    exclusively,
    the ones

    in the middle
    have it both ways.
    Slipper limpets

    stack up like pancakes
    against a piling
    at the end of a wharf

    little males on top,
    big females on the bottom.
    When a male wants

    Sex, he pokes his little
    penis down past three,
    four, five, six or

    more. till it finds
    satisfaction,
    past the other little males

    and past the limpets
    in the center of the stack,
    who once were males

    but no longer,
    becoming females,
    but not yet.

    Tiresias,
    who had been both,
    was asked by the gods

    who enjoys sex more?
    by a power of ten,
    Tiresias replied,

    it is the woman.
    Hera, enraged,
    her secret revealed,

    blinded him,
    but by then,
    he'd seen it all.

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    1. I love the poem and love it that you post revisions. Reading both is a good learning exercise. "having all the fun" was telling. I like "have it both ways" better.

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    2. You are amazingly knowledgeable! Great poem, too. Thanks for educating us. Fun.

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    3. it’s good but some of the first revision should have been left . It lost something without the italics too.. in my humble opinion... of course

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    4. You’re right about the italics.

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    5. You’re right about the italics.

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  8. when i was 4
    i had a friend
    Bobby was his name
    he was only 3
    but brave as he
    could be
    i asked him to go
    to california with me
    he said yes
    so we started on
    our journey
    we walked and walked
    west we went
    and ended up downtown
    2 cops decided to pick us up
    and found out that
    we were missing
    moms came to
    pick us up
    but mine was mad as a hornet
    the cops told me
    for kidnapping i’d spend
    my life in jail
    mom said when i got home
    a whoopin’ awaited me
    well, I got home and took
    the belt and it didn’t even
    cure me
    I still ran off
    all the time
    with California on
    my mind

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  9. Loved those last four lines, and the rest of the poem too, but those four !Wow!

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