Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
I don’t wish you any harm
On Saturday, June 4, 2022 at 3:05:14 PM UTC-4, Zod wrote:
On Saturday, June 4, 2022 at 12:29:01 PM UTC-4, HC wrote:
Stop your harassment.I don’t wish you any harmI do not wish you any harm either, Corey.....!
On 2022-06-02 10:40 a.m., Michael Pendragon wrote:
On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
The funny thing is that you seem to be describing Will Donkey in the above... except that Will hasn't got six friends.I'm glad you found a way to enjoy it. No names are mentioned, so a
reader's free to apply it to whomever they think it fits.
I could say more, but maybe later; it's noon already, and I have to get
some work done.
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Second read, quite excellent poetry....
On 2022-06-06 6:17 p.m., General-Zod wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Second read, quite excellent poetry....
Thanks, Zod. I appreciate your trying to get the thread back to the OP.
Maybe "excellent" is to high praise, but I am happy with it. The meter's good, and it's one I've never used before. As for the content, it is
satire, so it's meant to be humorous rather than profound, and I'd say
it works there, too.
It doesn't belong on the blog or wiki, but I do have a section of mainly satire on other poets in the /Doggerel/ book -- if I expand that section
in the collected volume I'm planning, this will fit right in.
George J. Dance wrote:
On 2022-06-06 6:17 p.m., General-Zod wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Second read, quite excellent poetry....
Thanks, Zod. I appreciate your trying to get the thread back to the OP.
Maybe "excellent" is to high praise, but I am happy with it. The meter's
good, and it's one I've never used before. As for the content, it is
satire, so it's meant to be humorous rather than profound, and I'd say
it works there, too.
It doesn't belong on the blog or wiki, but I do have a section of mainly
satire on other poets in the /Doggerel/ book -- if I expand that section
in the collected volume I'm planning, this will fit right in.
It would go well on a lampoon blog.
By the way, the poem definitely isn't about me.
For example, I was never friends with the guy from the Village People.
🙂
George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Second read, quite excellent poetry....
On Wednesday, June 8, 2022 at 6:34:36 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
On 2022-06-06 8:14 p.m., Ash Wurthing wrote:
On Monday, June 6, 2022 at 7:12:10 PM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
On 2022-06-06 6:17 p.m., General-Zod wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:Thanks, Zod. I appreciate your trying to get the thread back to the OP. >>>>
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Second read, quite excellent poetry....
Maybe "excellent" is to high praise, but I am happy with it. The meter's >>>> good, and it's one I've never used before. As for the content, it is
satire, so it's meant to be humorous rather than profound, and I'd say >>>> it works there, too.
It doesn't belong on the blog or wiki, but I do have a section of mainly >>>> satire on other poets in the /Doggerel/ book -- if I expand that section >>>> in the collected volume I'm planning, this will fit right in.
So your "poetry book" is satire of other poets?
Not all of it, silly; but the month of April (NaPoMo) is mainly that.
Seeing your satire work here and how nasty you have become, I'm sure your satire is "Dogshitflinging" with gratuitous use of "jism"!
I can't think of any stupider idea than debating one of my poems with
someone who's never read it. If you'd like, since as I said they don't
have a permanent home online, I could repost them as new threads, one
by-one, and you could comment after you know what you're talking about.
There's new interest in your Unsampled series also, perhaps the time is right to bring that, as well.
I know more about Horatio Hornblower's influence on Star Trek than I do Horatio Nelson's influence on the Hornblower character, but from what
I've just read on Google, Horatio Hornblower was indeed based partially
on Horatio Nelson.
HTH and HAND.
than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. NobodyGuess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
I think it works as fun rather
hurts, nobody cries.
On 2022-06-09 8:52 p.m., Will Dockery wrote:
I know more about Horatio Hornblower's influence on Star Trek than I do
Horatio Nelson's influence on the Hornblower character, but from what
I've just read on Google, Horatio Hornblower was indeed based partially
on Horatio Nelson.
HTH and HAND.
I see "Professor NancyGene" has returned to challenge your claim. So,
while I'm not all that interested in Hornblower and Nelson, I was
interested enough to do my own googling.
Here's a website I found by Kyra Cornelius Kramer. She's not a literary expert; according to her bio, she's
"an author and freelance medical anthropologist. She had BS degrees in
both biology and anthropology from the University of Kentucky, as well
as a MA in medical anthropology from Southern Methodist University."
So she's just an amateur who knows something of the subject. How much, I can't say; but then, I can't say how much if anything Prof. NG knows
about it either. So Kramer's opinion at least balances that off.
"One of Nelson’s most interesting legacies is that he was the obvious
model for Horatio Hornblower, the navy officer in a series of
best-selling early 20th century novels by C. S. Forester. In turn, the protagonist of the Forester novels was the source of Gene Roddenberry‘s inspiration when he created his famous starship captains James T. Kirk
and Jean-Luc Picard." http://www.kyrackramer.com/2018/09/29/horatio-nelson-hornblower-prototype-and-hero-of-trafalgar/
Kramer doesn't get into the similarities, but one that I noticed from
her article is that Nelson got seasick. According to the Wikipedia
article on Hornblower, that was a recurring motif in the novels:
Hornblower "suffers from seasickness at the start of each of his voyages." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horatio_Hornblower#Inspirations
George J. Dance wrote:
On 2022-06-09 8:52 p.m., Will Dockery wrote:
I know more about Horatio Hornblower's influence on Star Trek than I do
Horatio Nelson's influence on the Hornblower character, but from what
I've just read on Google, Horatio Hornblower was indeed based partially
on Horatio Nelson.
HTH and HAND.
I see "Professor NancyGene" has returned to challenge your claim. So,
while I'm not all that interested in Hornblower and Nelson, I was
interested enough to do my own googling.
Here's a website I found by Kyra Cornelius Kramer. She's not a literary
expert; according to her bio, she's
"an author and freelance medical anthropologist. She had BS degrees in
both biology and anthropology from the University of Kentucky, as well
as a MA in medical anthropology from Southern Methodist University."
So she's just an amateur who knows something of the subject. How much, I
can't say; but then, I can't say how much if anything Prof. NG knows
about it either. So Kramer's opinion at least balances that off.
"One of Nelson’s most interesting legacies is that he was the obvious
model for Horatio Hornblower, the navy officer in a series of
best-selling early 20th century novels by C. S. Forester. In turn, the
protagonist of the Forester novels was the source of Gene Roddenberry‘s
inspiration when he created his famous starship captains James T. Kirk
and Jean-Luc Picard."
http://www.kyrackramer.com/2018/09/29/horatio-nelson-hornblower-prototype-and-hero-of-trafalgar/
Kramer doesn't get into the similarities, but one that I noticed from
her article is that Nelson got seasick. According to the Wikipedia
article on Hornblower, that was a recurring motif in the novels:
Hornblower "suffers from seasickness at the start of each of his voyages." >> https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Horatio_Hornblower#Inspirations
Again, this is a good start on listing what is similar with Horatio Nelson and the Horatio Hornblower character.
Again, I don't claim to be an expert so can only go with what I find on the topic from searching the internet.
HTH and HAND.
NancyGene <nancygene.andjayme@gmail.com> wrote in news:092f7dfb-c300-4302-bb4c-8dfad01e9d1bn@googlegroups.com:
Will Dockery, please give us a reason why your judgment on poetry can
be trusted.
Because he's a musician, dammit. Good enough?
Guess Who?What is the count now G.D....
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~What is the count now G.D....
GJD
Does everyone think this poem is about them...?
On 2022-06-02 10:40 a.m., Michael Pendragon wrote:
On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
The funny thing is that you seem to be describing Will Donkey in the above... except that Will hasn't got six friends.
I'm glad you found a way to enjoy it. No names are mentioned, so a
reader's free to apply it to whomever they think it fits.
I could say more, but maybe later; it's noon already, and I have to get
some work done.
On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
I don't care who you are, that's funny.
🙂
On 2022-07-01 1:02 p.m., Will Dockery wrote:
On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
I don't care who you are, that's funny.
🙂
Yes, it still holds up after a month's reading. And, as you say, it
doesn't matter whom it's about. So I think it's earned its place in the revision.
Victor H. wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~What is the count now G.D....
GJD
Does everyone think this poem is about them...?
I'm sure everyone knows who this poem is about.
🙂
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Guess Who?Looks like you struck a nerve.
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:35 AM UTC-4, George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
A silly old fool
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~
GJD
Family Guy wrote:
Whatever happened to this Dink fool?
🙂
On Tuesday, June 7, 2022 at 8:09:51 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Sunday, June 5, 2022 at 12:20:15 PM UTC-7, Zod wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca >>>> wrote:
rather
That was fun, thanks.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun
than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned. Nobody >>>> > > hurts, nobody cries.
To get this thread back on track for you, G.D....
This is what I get above when I hit Reply All to your questions.
(re: my
first blowjob)
I already told you I really do NOT wish to continue this on the
computer.
Then why respond.
Look who's talking.
🙂
P.S. I think this is supposed to be private.
.....which is why you are posting it to Usenet.
HOWSOEVER, since I *suspect* that you may be serious...I need to know
your legal name before I am able to *continue* this line of inquiry.
I wouldn't give you change out of my pocket, let alone any personal
information.
(and tbch...i sorta thought that was supposed to be mostly private, as >>>> well, and i do not believe i should like to see it here. as i said, i
thought this kind of thing was supposed to be PRIVATE, *insert full
legal name here*)((*to be left blank*))
THIS IS HOW I *THINK* I FEEL ABOUT ALL THIS *NOW.*
which is pretty much the same as when i (perhaps regrettably?)
posted my
amorphous list of names.
Take the meds and go back to bed.
Perhaps Dink took his own advice?
🙂
W.Dockery wrote:
Family Guy wrote:
Whatever happened to this Dink fool?
🙂
On Tuesday, June 7, 2022 at 8:09:51 PM UTC-4, Rachel wrote:
On Sunday, June 5, 2022 at 12:20:15 PM UTC-7, Zod wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
On 2022-06-02 8:02 a.m., HC wrote:
On Thursday, June 2, 2022 at 7:36:34 AM UTC-4, george...@yahoo.ca >>>>> wrote:
Nobody
That was fun, thanks.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey. I think it works as fun >>>>> rather
than coming across as malice because no names are mentioned.
hurts, nobody cries.
To get this thread back on track for you, G.D....
This is what I get above when I hit Reply All to your questions.
(re: my
first blowjob)
I already told you I really do NOT wish to continue this on the
computer.
Then why respond.
Look who's talking.
🙂
P.S. I think this is supposed to be private.
.....which is why you are posting it to Usenet.
HOWSOEVER, since I *suspect* that you may be serious...I need to know >>>>> your legal name before I am able to *continue* this line of inquiry.
I wouldn't give you change out of my pocket, let alone any personal
information.
(and tbch...i sorta thought that was supposed to be mostly private, as >>>>> well, and i do not believe i should like to see it here. as i said, i >>>>> thought this kind of thing was supposed to be PRIVATE, *insert full
legal name here*)((*to be left blank*))
THIS IS HOW I *THINK* I FEEL ABOUT ALL THIS *NOW.*
which is pretty much the same as when i (perhaps regrettably?)
posted my
amorphous list of names.
Take the meds and go back to bed.
Perhaps Dink took his own advice?
🙂
Dink was another webbie tard like you, he left
when GG went tits up.
Victor H. wrote:
Will Dockery wrote:
Victor H. wrote:
George J. Dance wrote:
Guess Who?
I'm usenet's greatest poet,
At least that's what they say.
The Village People love my work
And I'm not even gay.
The most prolific poet
The internet has known,
I've written fifty thousand poems
In the past week alone.
I sit at my computer
And dream of South and North,
And just like vomit from a drunk
The poems come gushing forth.
It's sometimes hard to type them,
They all come out so fast,
And some of them are really long
While some are just half-vast.
I've never learned poetics;
I know that I don't need 'em
Because I simply write the poems;
Let other people read 'em.
Oh once Bob Dylan phoned me
But didn't praise my work
So I hung up on him. He's just
A pissbum and a jerk.
I know he's simply jealous,
Like all those guys, of me.
That's why they bury all my stuff;
It's a conspiracy.
I know I could be published
And everyone would buy,
But knowing the conspiracy
Why would I even try?
So I just stay on usenet
Where true success depends,
Not on your money, or your fame,
But on your online friends.
I'm friends with half a dozen
True poets just like me.
(Sometimes we write, sometimes we fight
With the conspiracy.)
They say my poems are perfect,
And all I have to do
Is thank all six, and tell them all
Their poems are perfect, too.
~~What is the count now G.D....
GJD
Does everyone think this poem is about them...?
I'm sure everyone knows who this poem is about.
No shit Sherlock.... ha ha...
Hilarious.
On Mon, 14 Apr 2025 13:36:12 +0000, Bertitaylor wrote:
In this world there is but one poet to spy
And he is none other than I.
--
Looking forward to seeing some of your poetry.
On Mon, 14 Apr 2025 17:11:25 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:
On Mon, 14 Apr 2025 13:36:12 +0000, Bertitaylor wrote:
In this world there is but one poet to spy
And he is none other than I.
--
Looking forward to seeing some of your poetry.
Used to post here 30 years ago.
Arindam Banerjee
On Mon, 14 Apr 2025 21:09:03 +0000, Bertitaylor wrote:
On Mon, 14 Apr 2025 17:11:25 +0000, W.Dockery wrote:
On Mon, 14 Apr 2025 13:36:12 +0000, Bertitaylor wrote:
In this world there is but one poet to spy
And he is none other than I.
--
Looking forward to seeing some of your poetry.
Used to post here 30 years ago.
Arindam Banerjee
I located an Arindam Banerjee poem posted on RAP in 2010.
Days of Autumn!
Days of autumn! The air is as the breath of wine
That has brewed for days in cosy jars.
The birds are happy; their joyous bars
Raise the sun; remind him his task to shine.
[...]
Read more: https://groups.google.com/g/rec.arts.poems/c/zZ0HiavE-gw/m/FynLSrYgvDUJ?hl=en
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