Spam Poetry

A while back I had some fantastic, surreal chains of words submitted as comments and my Spam Karma software sniffed them out. Some have obscure, intriguing, almost poetic content, probably picking up on key words of some of my posts. Of course, in the poetic trojan horse are ad words. Today I got a few ringers. Strange visitations from web space. I thought I’d post some of these doozies.

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Color Math

I’ve never been very good at math. My mother helped me rote memorize the multiplication tables. I was an adult long before I could add a two numbers together fairly easily. So please check my math here. I could swear the total of these two aditions is greater than the sum of the parts!

THIS
orange peppers
PLUS THIS
plain kitchen
EQUALS THIS!
orange kitchen

AND THIS
plain workspace
BECOMES THIS!
orange back hall

Math is looking more joyful all the time!

Spreading Joy All Over the Place!

Liz from Letting Me Be tagged me, happily, with this SEARCH FOR JOY tag, who caught the bug from Melly from All Kinds of Writing. What a yummy idea! Beware, it’s quite infectious! And such joyous homework to do! Thank you both, from here to Timbuktu.

My search came up with a bundle of joy, my little babbling brook always seeking, if not always finding, that easy overflow of happiness. At present I feel joy at being asked to do this. I feel joy at having friends (blog and flesh) who forgive me my neuroses and love me anyway, joy at still being able to tell my mother and father and sister how much I love them.

Joy comes gushing from me at inopportune moments, in the middle of a performance of Mahler 4th, for example. (see Mahler and Bob) Or it pops out of me when I’m listening to a friend tell me of his day, and I realize how suddenly happy I am to be this friend. (of course, he thinks I’m not listening to him, which may be true, but hey, joy is like a sneeze for me!)

The joy which pops up in my words here takes varied forms. In Ephemeral Joy, I wonder: Is there any other kind? What kind of joy can you bottle? Except maybe wine.

A favorite spiritual poem, The Drummer finds someone searching for the internal/external rhythms of life, and finds ” fear giving breath to joy.”

Inlaid Wooden Pew tries to imagine the lives and emotions of ancient stories, crystallized in the beauty of an ornate church pew.

Babbling Drops sees joy in the wiggling of new oak leaves under a drizzling rain.

And, more recently, Mahler explains to Bob the Demon how joys and sorrows are the grist for our lives, and that one is never far from the other.

I’d like to pass this torch to Whirling Betty whom I know will find joy to post, even if it’s not yet on her blog; to Dantallion, Jessamyn of Theriomorph, Daisy Winifred from Animated Stardust, GEL of Silken Threads, and Erin of Poetic Acceptance. (I like to add a sub, in case someone is unable to participate)

Here’s what to do:
THE SEARCH FOR JOy

Search your blog for the word “joy” used in the context of “happiness”. If you cannot find the word in your weblog, you may use any of the select list of synonyms below.joy- amusement, bliss, cheer, comfort, delectation, delight, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, exultation, exulting, felicity, gaiety, gladness, glee, good humor, gratification, happiness, hilarity, humor, jubilance, liveliness, merriment, mirth, pleasure, rapture, regalement, rejoicing, revelry, satisfaction, wonderIf your weblog does not include a built-in search engine, then you can use Google to search it only for the word you wish to find.If you’ve found the word and it was not used facetiously or sarcastically, good for you. All you need to do is link to your earlier entry, and write a few words about that joyous moment. If, however, you have no joy (whole words only) in your weblog, you must dig deep in your soul and find something wonderful in your life right now. One little thing that fills you with warmth, that bubbles you over with quiet happiness, or tickles you with its good-hearted hilarity, or makes you glad you just took a breath, and are getting ready to take another. It doesn’t have to be anything big. A smile someone gave you; your cat on your shoulder; the way the light angles through your window and casts rainbows on your floor. All it has to be is something genuine, something real, something that matters to you.Because we all need joy in our lives, and need to take the time — from time to time– to recognize it. And sometimes, we need to pass it on.Even if we’re a big pain in the ass when we do.When you’ve dealt with your own joy, pass the quest on to five other bloggers.

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Growing a Boyfriend

He’s shy and quiet.
You barely notice
his diminutive presence,
tucked away
in his modest room.
I make a date
to meet his full
potential, filling
up his stature
to please my desire.
He willingly submits
to the plan to expand
his tiny form
to meet the standards
of my expectation.
As he bathes and soaks
his dry skin softens.
Instead of shrinking
to a prune of fruit,
his body grows, and grows
as the pink, sleepy shape
wakes and thrives,
stretching to attention,
many times his original size.
The blooming presence
comes clutching a heart and flowers
and rosy cheeks radiantly
anticipating my caress.
But I tell him “Thank you,
you’re not my type”,
and continue to roam.
Though I’m flattered
I’ll have to pass
this opportunity
to date a mere five inch
piece of slimy foam.

tiny date

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