Poem by JohnFP

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Updated: 2005-03-28 by HoloM (the god)
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JohnFP

Poem by JohnFP

Post by JohnFP »

I sit here waiting
for the day to click to the next interval
'Cause I'm gonna make plates
fresh plates, you know, the kind incommensurable.

Gonna let them plates set
while I tweak my photon arrangement
all the while alone
from people I feel estrangement.

Count off the seconds 1 to 20
Holding my breath
Too long an exposure
and brain death.

Throw it in the fixer
then water and alcohol
Better see a hologram
where is my axerophthol?

Dry it with a dryer
ever so hot
Here comes the image
like it or not.

I sit here relating
for the day to click to the next festival
'Cause I'm gonna make more grates
Bright grates, you know, the kind we view as valuable.

JohnFP


Larry

Poem by JohnFP

Post by Larry »

Roses are Red
Violets Are Blue
Too much shrinkage shows
A Horse of a Different Hue...
Larry
Dinesh

Poem by JohnFP

Post by Dinesh »

When you sit there all a-ponderin'
While those fringes are diffractin'
Alcohol and water mixin'
As those amines are all linkin'

DCG or Silver Halide?
Can one really take a side?
Holograms from a cows's hide?
For Optics sake those beasties died!

So when you see your Porcelain Cat
Fighting dino or sitting pat
Think decisions: "This?" or "That?"
So you go "Wow!" instead of "Drat!"
Mark Cavin

Poem by JohnFP

Post by Mark Cavin »

Gonna let them plates set
while I tweak my photon arrangement
all the while alone
from people I feel estrangement.

That sentiment reminds of a line spoken by Ralph Waldo:

“I shun father and mother and wife and brother, when my genius calls me.
Expect me not to show cause why I seek or why I exclude company.”


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