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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Poet In Fuckyou Face

Observe:
the poet in fuckyou face.
haiku
haiku
haiku
haiku
rant
haiku
deletion
haiku
haibun
grocery list
sex story
manifesto
American sentence.

Aughhhh!
pain.
pain.
I guess you know what you may do with your very rude comment,
suggesting that I do not understand the English and how she is spoke.
Observe:
the poet in fuckyou face.
tears.
wailing.
gnashing of teeth.

haiku haiku.

That's better.
You may now kiss the hem of my

haiku

garment.

beret.

oh yeah.
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for Real Toads mini-challenge: Ekphrasis. "The Artist In His Studio" is by Rembrandt.

My computer seems to be working for the moment. Hopefully, it won't flake out again right away. We shall see. 

19 comments:

  1. Ha.. haiku rant is something quite unique.. but I see your point.

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  2. I think Bjorn has named your new form haiku rant ... :)

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  3. Love this - brilliant take on the prompt :D

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  4. Pain pain and ranting deletion hold the world under their sway--and rude, so rude the comments, upon the troubled face of the cyberwater. But really--what does this have to do with the picture??? *runs*

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  5. JESUS! Just as I was ready to compose a few haiku ~~~~

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  6. Beret! Raspberry no doubt.

    I loved this scat poem!



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  7. For a rant, this is pretty succinct.

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  8. At times I find myself in front of a blank screen exactly as you describe here.

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  10. Funny,"fuckyou face"
    poet contemplates haiku
    five more random words


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  11. haiku has taken on an entirely new, interesting meaning, darling. xx

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  12. Excellent follow up to a very awesome title. Somewhere, Henry James is proud, confused, and itching his palms. Viva la

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  13. Theeeeeee trippiest response to this challenge!! Had to read it out loud to my husband, who just shook his head knowingly when I got to, "beret." Oh yesh!! Love your irreverence. Amy

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  14. I have the poet fuckyou face when I am asked to write rhyme... lol Love this!

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  15. "The poet in fuckyou face." Love, love, LOVE it!

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  16. "and how she is spoke."
    you rock. thanks for the smile.

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  17. I wanna scream at the whole world today, so I had to come over and read this again. Tellin' everybody to "kiss the hem of my haiku garment. beret. oh yeah." right now.

    Thank you again for this.

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