Verbatim found poetry is an intriguing collection of found poems. Poems found in ordinary, and not so ordinary places. Submit yours.
Searching for Pittsburgh
Going there
To see if something comes next
Finding something
How to love the dead
A year later
Explicating the twilight
What is there to say?
A ghost sings, a door opens
The container for the thing contained
Older women
Carrying torches at noon
Tear it down
The white heart of God
Almost happy
(From the title index of The Great Fires. Submitted by Howie Good)
Hello
I am Sir Victor smith
I am one of the agents
Sent by the high priest
To bring as many of those who are interested in becoming a member of the Illuminati
To the great Illuminati temple.
I am a business man
I own companies all over the world but I was once like you
I could not even feed my family
What kind of life was that to live
I lived in poverty
Until I saw an opportunity
To be a member of the great Illuminati Family.
And I took my chances
And I have been a member for close to seven years now
Illuminati makes your business / careers grow
These and many more other benefits
So if you are interested write me via my mail:
victorsmith101@yahoo.com
(A website comment for moderation; not published. Submitted by Tim Benjamin)
If anyone sees that sand or dust is falling on him,
then he will become very rich
and own a lot of property.
If he sees that he is walking in dust and sand
or he sees that he is loaded with the soil,
then he will have to toil much to get wealth
and he will get plenty of it.
If anyone sees that dust is suspended in the sky,
then it is a sign that his affairs
will become complicated.
If a person sees that he is digging the earth
and eating its oil
then he will be devouring wealth
with deceit and falsehood,
because “earth” means
a false religion.
A wilderness of horror
has the same interpretation.
(From Interpretation of Dreams, 1979). Submitted by Dale Wisely)
The telephone rang in the Newspaper Room. It was
Francis Crammer Greenman. A friend had just called
from the Library to tell her
that a type she had been looking for for a picture
was sitting in the Newspaper Room.
It was an old man with a beard.
Would the assistant hold him until she got there —
she was six blocks away?
The man had left.
But they thought he had gone to the Magazine Room.
The call was transferred: the man was found
by Reference in our room.
He stayed. She came.
They left together.
(From the Daily Happenings log of the New York Public Library Reference Room, June 1952. Submitted by John FitzGerald)
Sometimes weak
with your face about powerful creatures
their assailants, louboutin pas cher
Numerous times
for more information on forg louboutin
et the fear, forget escape
People call
this condition called scared no point
Qin Feng today, everywhere
In the such and all, in one state
(WordPress spam. Submitted by Ffion Lindsay)
Remove all sharp objects from jumper!
Do not use when smoking!
Do not use with high blood pressure!
Do not use during pregnancy!
Do not use when suffering!
Do not use somersaults!
Use only bare foots!
(Warning notice with a Big Bounce trampoline. Submitted by Emma Neale)
It makes me remember
all the times we’ve been together
absolutely alone in some suspended hour
a holiday from Time
prowling about in those quiet places
alienated from past and future
where there is no sound save listening
and vision is an anesthetic…
When I see how handsome you are
my stomach will fall
with many unpleasant emotions
like a cake with too many raisins
and I will want to shut you up in a closet
like a dress too beautiful to wear.
(Zelda Fitzgerald writes to her husband F. Scott Fitzgerald in 1931. Submitted by Grace Andreacchi)
She was going out with him,
she was supposed to love him,
but she left him in the fridge
and let the council deal with the body.
(Overheard in the street in southern England. Submitted by Mark Totterdell)
I started thinking about smell,
the strange olfactory world,
and made a collection
of evocative aromas.
Rubber, naphtha, motorcycle dope,
cuir de russe, gasoline, ammonia.
Juniper wood, styrax, patchouli,
frangipani, amber, myrrh, geraniol.
Opoponx, heliotrope, nardo
spikenard oil, civet, coumarin.
Where does karanal stand
in relation to tuberose?
Or sandalwood to sage?
Don’t ask me.
(From Scents and Sensibility by Brian Eno, 1992. Submitted by Dale Wisely)
Mommy, the universe
is such a big scary place,
says the little girl with red hair.
Oh, yes, it is such a big scary place,
says the red-headed mother
of the little girl with red hair.
But don’t worry, dear,
we’re not going there.
(Overhead in the Hayden Planetarium, New York City. Submitted by J.R. Solonche)
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