Poetry meme
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daibhidcMemed from thisbluespirit and john_amend_all:
The next time this comes up I think I’m not going to do it the john_amend_all way, because it’s really hard. I ended up just giving up on one of them. Anyway, my fandoms were:
Doctor Who
John Finnemore’s Souvenir Programme
Legends of Tomorrow
Phantom 2040
Zootropolis
The results were:
Doctor Who:
And as the Rose appears (I have a Bird in Spring, Emily Dickinson)
And as the Rose appears,
The cycle starts anew.
A companion is here,
Someone to show off to.
And help solve mysteries,
Normality at last.
Exploring history,
Forgetting his own past.
But something bad approaches,
A remnant of the War.
When Skaro’s force encroaches,
Who’s the wolf at the door?
John Finnemore’s Souvenir Programme:
and certainly unworthy words to hear (Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world and twitcht, John Berryman)
Well, since you ask me for a story,
Of events grotesque and gory,
I’m keen to start, but quite perplexed,
As people become rather vexed,
When I launch a tale-telling session,
Full of bad puns and weird digressions.
Yet you keep asking, host of mine,
Ten minutes before closing time.
Legends of Tomorrow:
and the woman died and the children grew up and (Jack, Carl Sandburg)
The woman died and the child grew,
Understanding this wasn’t true.
The woman died but the child knew,
That she would be reborn anew.
The woman died and the child drew,
The patterns her lives travelled through.
Until the danger found him too;
The child died and the woman flew.
Zootropolis:
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye: (Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, William Shakespeare)
Do not misunderstand; I state,
There’s never an excuse for hate.
But fear’s what’s making mammals riled,
At those they suspect are still wild.
And fear for family and friends,
Is love, observed through the wrong end.
To end the hatred from above,
You simply need to spread that love.
You know, I’m starting to suspect there are only, like, fifty poems on that site or something. “I have a Bird in Spring” came up twice! Still, no Robert Service for once.
thisbluespirit and john_amend_all:1. Pick five fandoms. List them in alphabetical order.
2. Visit this site to find your first RANDOM POEM OF POWER. Write down the 5th line (yes, even if it's an E.E. Cummings poem and you wind up with an apostrophe). Repeat five times and — you guessed it — list 'em in alphabetical order! (No cheating, mind! This is a challenge and it's always been about creativity.)
3. I think you can see where this is going. Write a very quick 50-word half-drabble for each fandom (try to do it all in one sitting - make your brain explode!), using the line from the poem as a prompt. You don't have to include it in the half-drabble - it's just inspiration.
4. Bravo! Have a cookie.
The next time this comes up I think I’m not going to do it the john_amend_all way, because it’s really hard. I ended up just giving up on one of them. Anyway, my fandoms were:
Doctor Who
John Finnemore’s Souvenir Programme
Legends of Tomorrow
Zootropolis
The results were:
Doctor Who:
And as the Rose appears (I have a Bird in Spring, Emily Dickinson)
And as the Rose appears,
The cycle starts anew.
A companion is here,
Someone to show off to.
And help solve mysteries,
Normality at last.
Exploring history,
Forgetting his own past.
But something bad approaches,
A remnant of the War.
When Skaro’s force encroaches,
Who’s the wolf at the door?
John Finnemore’s Souvenir Programme:
and certainly unworthy words to hear (Dream Song 53: He lay in the middle of the world and twitcht, John Berryman)
Well, since you ask me for a story,
Of events grotesque and gory,
I’m keen to start, but quite perplexed,
As people become rather vexed,
When I launch a tale-telling session,
Full of bad puns and weird digressions.
Yet you keep asking, host of mine,
Ten minutes before closing time.
Legends of Tomorrow:
and the woman died and the children grew up and (Jack, Carl Sandburg)
The woman died and the child grew,
Understanding this wasn’t true.
The woman died but the child knew,
That she would be reborn anew.
The woman died and the child drew,
The patterns her lives travelled through.
Until the danger found him too;
The child died and the woman flew.
Zootropolis:
Loving offenders, thus I will excuse ye: (Sonnet 42: That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, William Shakespeare)
Do not misunderstand; I state,
There’s never an excuse for hate.
But fear’s what’s making mammals riled,
At those they suspect are still wild.
And fear for family and friends,
Is love, observed through the wrong end.
To end the hatred from above,
You simply need to spread that love.
You know, I’m starting to suspect there are only, like, fifty poems on that site or something. “I have a Bird in Spring” came up twice! Still, no Robert Service for once.
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Date: 2017-07-30 07:38 pm (UTC)I used it to generate lots of quotes for
Nice work!