Only ghosts travel on the tracks these days
Lost dogs reliving old walks
And snakes so cold it’ll take them all winter
to make it to the next stop
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Notes:
1. Written on November 13th, 2023
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a trillion / quite tiny / little poems
a trillion / quite tiny / little poems (also here) generates untold billions of quite tiny little poems in a miniature haiku format of 4 then 3 then 4 syllables
or at least it tries too but sometimes the source poems get their meter completely wrong for reasons i am simply unable to explain (reason/explanation: i am quite poor at poems)
the 174 source poems can be found in six small anthologies here, here, here, here, here and here
(this means rather than a trillion tiny poems there’s only 5,268,024, but maybe 5,268,024 is the secret definition of a quite tiny little trillion or somethging, maybe, perhaps, possibly)
anyway occassionally it blurts out something surprisingly beautiful
though more often as not it just churns out rubbish
please do not hate me
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Notes:
1. Made on August 23rd, 2023
2. Using all my old 4/3/4 poems
3. From 2019 till now
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there is beauty
in trying
all this again
some poems were
unpublished
but now they’re not
and other ones
slightly changed
to fit this scheme
***
#131:
ahead of us
the journey
lingering clouds
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#132:
across the path
fallen leaves
red against the soil
***
#133:
i am afraid
to begin
but i begin
***
#134:
under the bridge
cows gather
knee deep in mist
***
#135:
a cloud of thought
barely formed
like ghosts, like words
***
#136:
a white feather
floating past
catching the light
***
#137:
a frozen lake
lit only
by last night’s moon
***
#138:
a quiet scene
frost and snow
untouched by feet
***
#139:
through the mist
the border
we cannot see
***
#140:
and all around
frozen blue
mountain flowers
***
#141:
frost on the stones
by the fire
breath becomes smoke
***
#142:
often am i
quick to speak
too slow to stop
***
#143:
blood drops on snow
bleak roses
that do not fade
***
#144:
a sea of snow
rising up
ever higher
***
#145:
flesh like paper
on old bones
the heart beats on
***
#146:
luminous dreams
of a life
floating away
***
#147:
the restless dead
bury them
yet they linger
***
#148:
i felt quite sad
quite often
about many things
***
#149:
i wanted to
write something
so i wrote this
***
#150:
not enough to
see or do
here on the moon
***
#151:
nothing was said
everything
was clearly meant
***
#152:
i often feel
like i don’t
exist at all
***
#153:
upon waking
we wonder
is this the dream
***
#154:
yet in our dreams
never do
we even sleep
***
#155:
the grass grows long
beneath the
rains of summer
***
#156:
i am tired
more often
than i’m asleep
***
#157:
a paling moon
and the sea
a sheet of glass
***
#158:
all i want is
to make things
that people like
***
#159:
and instead i
make things like
this useless thing
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Notes:
1. These were written at various stages over the last four years
2. But mostly I don’t know exactly when
3. After the first five of these 4/3/4 extravaganzas I suppose (#1; #2; #3; #4; #5)
4. The first half of these (up to and including the luminous dreams one) were written for a novel that i never finished writing
5. But might one day
6. And the others were either uncollected ones posted here and there randomly
7. Often not even in 4/3/4 format
8. But close enough I could force them into shape today
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The Shakespearean Sonnet Machine (also here) spits out endless variations of Shakespeare’s 154 sonnets. Well, not quite endless, but there should be 562,448,656 different ones in there if you’re patient enough to keep reloading.
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Notes:
1. I made this on August 16th-August 18th, 2023
2. This works best with the Luminari font.
3. Which can probably be downloaded form plenty of places
4. But I have no idea whats genuine and whats a scam in the world of font websites
5. Sorry.
6. I cut and pasted the sonnets from this collection at Project Gutenberg. Hopefully I haven’t accidently added any errors.
7. Occasionally this throws up an irregular sonnet, which is due to Shakespeare himself deciding for some reason to depart from his meticulous form on a couple of occasions – Sonnet 99 has 5 (five!) lines in the first quatrain, and then Sonnet 126 doesn’t even have quatrains at all, and is just 6 rhyming couplets in a row. Stupid bloody Shakespeare.
8. There’s also probably hundreds of these sorts of things all across the internet but I haven’t actually checked.
9. I apologise for my likely unoriginality anyway.
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“I am not a poet”, said Tina, irritatingly. “I just write poems.”
“Urgh,” said Claire. “Just… urgh!”
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Notes:
1. Written in 2022 sometime
2. Sorry I cannot be more precise than that