Write the next line in this poem!

EvilToasterElf

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

http://www.tonyhancock.org.uk/ham6scripts4.html

Nominative hic haec hoc
Genitive huius huius huius
Dative huic huic huic
Accusative hunc hanc hoc
Ablative hoc hac hoc
Nominative hi hae haec
Genitive horum harum horum
Dative his his his
Accusative hos has haec
Ablative his his his

:):)

Bloody brilliant, makes me wish for good radio shows to come back

FinsburyParkCarrots

EvilToasterElf wrote:

Bloody brilliant, makes me wish for good radio shows to come back

Galton and Simpson were in my opinion Britain's finest comedy scriptwriters and Hancock our finest comedian.

grooveamatic

EvilToasterElf wrote:

I don't like big open spaces.
I like my green eggs and ham in small places.
And the sudden feeling of freedom
in a big hollow atmosphere it scares me.

Never liked the ones I never knew,
let 'em walk all over me and flirt with you...
I shall sit here in my little square and watch
All the drowning fools, choking on their little lies.
But to your soul, I see right through your eyes.

Which patch of fabric are you, which swatch?
In the ether of your denim, rest your thoughts;
And rest your thoughts so you can dream again
So that maybe I can seem lovely

I do like yours better...except I love the repetition of 'again' in the last two lines.

grooveamatic

Does anybody want to start a new one? Give us a first line, how many lines we're doing and let's go again!

FinsburyParkCarrots

Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain

dunkman

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain

A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain

grooveamatic

dunkman1974 wrote:

A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain

Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough

overstand

surrender to me your insides

FinsburyParkCarrots

overstand wrote:

surrender to me your insides

O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd

Rhinocerous Surprise

My baggage heavy, but I see the light

grooveamatic

Just as an update, I have collected the current working poem (yes, I once again punctuated the way I saw fit. Feel free to disagree.) I also added the next line after Finsbury's most recent. Please, continue!


Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.

surrender to me your insides

O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd:
the heart I once held in my hands

grooveamatic

Rhinocerous Surprise wrote:

My baggage heavy, but I see the light

wow, sorry...we must have been posting at the same time...I'll put your line in instead of mine since I already contributed to this poem...gimme a sec, I'll update it.

grooveamatic

OK, so now here is the actual current poem, with Rhino's line reflected. Awaiting a new addition!


Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.

surrender to me your insides

O quartzblue rising crags, inner mystery vista'd:
My baggage heavy, but I see the light

Nast

Screaming and blaring horrific possessions through the heavens strings

kdpjam

a tunnel visioned soul seeking a higher power;

grooveamatic

kdpjam wrote:

a tunnel visioned soul seeking a higher power;

a coin flipped, the promise made.

FinsburyParkCarrots

With a bit of licence, it could read:

Bloodblack bog pools, throating mountain rain.
A quick relief, sodden grief, this elixir for pain.
Astride a hill, my boots agree sitting is enough;
too high to conquer, too harder shell to tunnel.

Surrender to me your insides, o quartzblue rising crags,
inner mystery vista'd: My baggage heavy,
but I see the light screaming and blaring
horrific possessions through the heavens strings,
a tunnel visioned soul seeking a higher power.

A coin flipped, the promise made (beginning of third stanza?)

Ms. Haiku

The Indifferent One wrote:

The promise only i could betray, for you i say...

I'm confused. I reveal a weakness unused.

grooveamatic

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

A coin flipped, the promise made (beginning of third stanza?)

sure, i like the idea. and your licence looks good to me.

should the third stanza be the last? how do we decide when this one ends?

IfGoingRightIsWrong

Bibliobella wrote:

I'm confused. I reveal a weakness unused.

A weakness of strength, a vibratto crutch