Jan said I should post the poem I wrote a while back... Not sure she's seen it yet though...
Cos' I'm hopeless at writing poems myself, this one is a collage of lots of other poems I found on the web – sometimes just a few words, sometimes a few more, but not all the joins are obvious. I wrote it for an "Arty Farty Poetry Party", and it won the prize as the most arty-farty poem.
In case it's not obvious, it's not meant to make sense – at least, not as a whole... Oh, and the weird font stuff was part of making it look arty-farty as well.
Enjoy!
<h2>What Colour Is Poetry?</h2>
(Reading not aloud)
we <strong>are</strong> both <sup>there</sup> or not there
<i>embrace</i> nothing
and she yeah she
stuck him good, like he <strong>was</strong> a
balloon...you shoulda seen
his face <i>pop</i>, like one second
he <strong>was</strong> in it and the next
<i>soaring</i> high
above the flood.
I see the <font size=4>bed</font><font size=3>ragg</font><font size=2>led</font> bodies
floating beneath, and think of each:
descartes, <i>hume</i>, kant <strong>are</strong>
my instruments I play
them well
but women dig <i>gui</i>tars
whisper your <font size=5>love</font> beneath the bitter rose
bare beauty as <tt>delicate</tt> as death
I lust after your <sub>shadow</sub>
-- D*S
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