Please don’t unfriend me April 8, 2020
Posted by aquillam in Astronomy.Tags: NaPoWriMo
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I'm sorry I missed our lunch But I read this article today From Facebook About de stressing By getting rid of all The people who stress You out unnecessarily. You know the ones - They show up in your feed 'Cause once 3 years ago You had a conversation In the comments Of a friend of a friend You used to know But you've kinda Lost touch since They stopped using Facebook. But this friend of a friend of a friend Liked this aggregator 5 years ago So Facebook thought You should check out The latest story it has And I was reading it and I started to wonder Which of my friends Thought it was a good enough Article to share? But I can’t figure that out. So I have missed our lunch And I am starting to wonder If it was shared by a friend Or if it was Facebook... Its A.I. Trying to warn me That I have become That person The one who stresses other people out.
NaPoWriMo 2020 April 1, 2020
Posted by aquillam in Astronomy, poetry.Tags: bad poetry, humor, NaPoWriMo, poetry
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Like many others this year, I am working from home. Maybe I’ll have time for some blog updates, or poetry. I won’t promise to write one every day, but we’ll see how many I do get out.
You may regret following me.
Here’s a limerick to kick things off. Limericks are always an excellent choice.
This verse is neither, I fear Particularly clever or clear But as poetry goes It certainly shows You couldn’t do worse than start here.
Poem for 4/8/2016 April 8, 2016
Posted by aquillam in poetry.Tags: NaPoWriMo
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I couldn’t come up with a title for this one
The ceremonies have been performed The paperwork filed The flowers have wilted The casseroles are eaten Family and friends have returned home Clothing is boxed and sent to charity Just one last task to perform Blank cards waiting for the words "Thank you for your kindness and sympathy" Then the tasks will be done Life will move on
Shadows at dawn April 7, 2016
Posted by aquillam in poetry.Tags: dawn, NaPoWriMo
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The shadows of tree limbs stretch bare fingered limbs out across a rolling field tinged gold by the early light. They reach across the hills stretching for their kin almost a mile away then, unable to reach across the hills they slide back to their trees retreating with the rising Sun waiting for a new dawn to try again
Sideways Orion 