Anagrams. I love them.

These three poems were really fun to write. they are each made entirely of anagrams; every pair of lines are anagrams of each other. Anyway, without further ado here they are, in order of when I wrote them:


This is a Holy Rose Song
Or is only a hog’s thesis

Father urges everyone
Refuse the graven yore.
Test a liar’s snake tongues
As Nukes set on trial’s stage.
If IQ rained upon us,
Drips a unique info
Ah, yo-yoing or bein’ ugly wouldn’t be illegal
You, you’ll be laying or be wading, then I go.
Aha, Do you feel me, twin?
…With a module of an eye
What’s peaceful ends it; this:
Watch the sun feel as it dips


-insane genius or
Asinine surgeon

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I once felt: Left on ice.

Marooned and alone
A nonrandom elodea
It must be the way dreams
At bedtime they swarm us
Here’s my twilight
Merely this wight
Darkness, oh, darkness
Dark shore’s dankness
Time curls distorted
Trite cloudred mists
Oh my broken inside
My bodkins heroine
Her trenchant red eves
Thrashed nerve center
Senses marred, I freeze
Dreaminess refreezes
Trudges forever isolated, done
A distorted refused lover, gone

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Smile for me
Miles of REM
adorning me
dreaming on
averted eyes
see every tad
reddish moon
hidden rooms
once by roads
nobody cares
back for more
Of Amber Rock

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That's all for now. I used the internet anagram server. it's fun you should try it. :)

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hmmm... I guess I'll post a poem I once wrote about how I was prone to awkward silences when hanging out with my girlfriend at the time.

"King of the Cricket Cliche"


in this world are many things
to talk about or to sing
unfortunately I’m no fun
for I can’t think of even one.

I’m not a rock, I’m not a tree
But I am silent, it’s just me
When I was small I wasn’t clever
I said dumb stuff, now talk, I never

Every word I worry how it sounds
Will you smile or will you frown?
I don’t want to speak foolishly
Quiet, so you won’t notice me.

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That was like 3 years ago. Now I've gotten better at the art of continued conversation. The crickets don't chirp as often. haha, what a loser I am. loser guy extraordinaire.

No poem today, just a haiku with a question

For tomorrow's post,
The one about my breakup
or my most recent?

The other one

This is a poem I wrote about 2 years ago, back when I had a girlfriend. The first part is kind of between me and her and God I guess. I was struggling with my sinful nature; the things I did even though I didn't want to and I knew it. The second part is from me to her. We were in a long distance relationship but I was madly in love with her. As a poem I see that it has a very simple rhyme scheme. But I think it has meter, at least it does in my head when I read it. anyway, I hope you like it, here it is:

The other one

Part one

When I say “I” what do I mean?

There’s more to me than what you’ve seen

There’s part of me that’s good and clean

But deep inside there lies a fiend

To make me screw up is his aim

He’ll stop at nothing in his game

For what he does, I feel the shame

But we are one so I’m to blame

The other one, my polar inner

Takes my hand, makes me the sinner

He takes my will and wears it thinner

God, please spare this wretched sinner.

The guilt is more than I can bear

My eyes fixed in a desperate stare

“Oh God,” I cry, “it isn’t fair!

That I with him my soul must share.”

God, I grant you my permission

Kill the other, perform the fission

His death will give me new ambition

I’ll live life to fulfill your vision

Part two

When I say “you” what do I mean?

The fairest beauty I’ve ever seen

A soul that’s pure, a heart that’s clean

The greatest love that’s ever been

Aflame your skin it curves and shines

Your lips are like the reddest wines

When without you, my heart pines

With all the love of valentine’s

Inside my ribcage roars a fire

That I could fly, this I desire

I’d flap my arms and never tire

To be with you, who I admire

To guide my roaming starlit flight

You’d wear a dress of silver white

Toward all hope, toward the light

I journey to you shining bright

Ah, I hope you didn't think that it sucked. Perhaps it's one of the many crappy poems I've got to write to get to that perfect one.

Misconnected

This is a poem I wrote last winter sometime. It's about a girl I met and I saw her three days in a row then never saw her again. It was enough to get her in my head and wish I'd gotten to know her a little better...

Misconnected

I am a speck in the grand design
The busy colony of a world wound web of human souls
In a sequence of chances your path crossed mine
You color outside the lines
in so many colors I almost went blind
your glow silhouettes my past
and the others washout like old photographs
but the chance passed me by
I wonder as I lay awake at night
What formula made cross our paths
How was it our worlds overlapped?
Could I make it happen again?
A second chance to be your friend

The Poetry behind the poetry

Hhmmm... I'm not exactly a poet, but I do enjoy writing what I call poems as a way to express feelings, thoughts and sentimental drivel poop. (To quote Farnsworth) Here's a poem to start us off. It kind of explains my opinion of my poems and my reasons for writing them. It's quite touching I think. Anyway here it is, it's called "My Poetry sucks"

In my experience this is true
That poetry is hard to do
After tons of bads poems one might hope to write
A single good poem that isn't pure shite

That's why right now I am writing this
A faulty and feeble peice of piss
In hopes that one day when I find love
I'll write the perfect poem I've been dreaming of

It will be so good that she'll think I'm lying
when I say 'twas I who did the writing
She'll say, "I've seen your poems, they all suck!"
At that point I'll know I'm slam out of luck...

What I really must master if I'm to succeed
Is writing loveable bad poetry
Because even if it makes your ears bleed
At least it's a heartfelt message from me.



Okay, okay. that's the poem. while I don't truly believe I have it that bad -well, that poem was bad, I realize this, but it's funny so it's okay- I think there is something to the idea that if you write a lot of poems most will be pretty bad but a few will be good. That's how it is in my experience. Over the years I've written a lot of poems, just about times I was going through and whatever came to mind. Looking back at them some were pretty good. So I think in future posts I'll post my good poems.

I need to keep blogging

I will post a real blog sometime "soon"