Marriage saving catalogue

(a poem about a desperate man)

He’s leafing through
turns a page
sniffles.

“Good-luck charm
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pain
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lump chart
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paint
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunch charter
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painter
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lung check
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painting
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luxury cheek
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pair
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-machine cheese
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palace
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-machinery chemical
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palm
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-madame chemist
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pan
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magazine chemistry
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a panel
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magic cheque
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a panic
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magistrate chest
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paper
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-magnitude chicken
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a para
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-maid chief
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a parade
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-mail child
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paragraph
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-mainframe childhood
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a parallel
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-mainland chin
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a page
sniffles.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luck charm
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pageant
snifters.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lug charmer
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pageboy
sniggers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lullaby chart
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pagoda
snips.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lumber charter
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pail
snipes.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lumberjack charwoman
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pain
snipers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lumberyard chase
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painkiller
snippets.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luminary chaser
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paint
snitches.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lump chasm
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paintbox
snivels.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunatic chat
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a paintbrush
snobs.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunch chateau
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painter
snogs.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-luncheon chattel
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a painting
snookers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunchtime chatter
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pair
snoops.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lung chatterbox
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a pal
snoopers.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lunge chatterer
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palace
snoozes.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lurch chauffeur
marital bliss.”

He’s leafing through
turns a palate
snores.
Finally he gets stuck
with
“Good-lure cheap
marital bliss.”

I know, I know, too long to read all of it. Too much repetition of words. Still, something fascinates me about the story. So I’m leaving it like this for now.

 

Theology (n+14)

“end,
now”,
at the pepper café.
“plenty of tiles,”
up her chapter.
“Take me,
I’m a real greedy.”
she takes
from her polymer
some whipped cross
in her.

Unedited as yet, because I don’t feel well today. If you want to know more about n+ poems, you can check out my word cloud on the right and click on the tag to see other ones with longer explanations.

Getting nowhere again (n+a lot)

Oh wine I’ll just graduate
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn
that discount
digging up the tram rails
– well-windowed

I’ll just grade
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn that disclosure
digging up the tram rails
and welfare

oh wind

I’ll just grace
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn
that discipline
and welcome

the west

I’ll just goal
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn that directive

– digging up the tram rails

Oh well I’ll just go
getting nowhere again
I’ll turn
that dirt

wave

Last week I fell in love with the N+ machine. I was mesmerised by the results of my first experiment with it, and loved SO many of the lines it brought me. Today I’m in a more critical mood. I like bits and bobs, but certainly don’t think every strange word combination deserves to get a poem of it’s own.

I promised a weekly #N+Friday, and I still think that’s a good invitation to play around with some of my finds. Today, I combined a number of N+ stanzas into one new poem. It tells a story now – but I’m not sure it’s going anywhere 😉

Fringe (n+1)

Fringe

you shouldn’t message with

you

a pair finished

I’ve seen people share about the N+& form (S+7), where you replace every noun in a poem by the seventh one from it in a dictionary. I tought it was slightly interesting but never gave it a try.

Today I watched a beautiful film-poem by Kirsten Luckins and it made me really curious about what this form has to offer. Luckily, the post provided a link to the N+7 machine, where lazy people like me can find out what it has to offer without too much effort.

I leafed through my statistics and chose a poem that has been read least of all, and fed it to the machine. It was a found poem to start with, so outside what I usually write. The results were surprisingly interesting.

I’m going to share the things I liked or create new poems from them. There’s enough to keep me going for weeks. Which would be rather boring to read I believe, so I’ll try to do it on a set day. Since it’s Friday today, I’ll probably call it #N+Friday for thos who want to follow the posts.

I’ve started with a really simple one today. This is the original fragment (so N+0):

Friendship,
you shouldn’t mess with
you
a painting finished.

I think it will be interesting to see how I can make the things the machine comes up with ‘mine’. I can simply copy and paste, or I can alter. Line breaks, punctuation, word order, or anything I feel that will make it ‘better’ or more mine.

The original poems I used for the poem were in Dutch. Then they were translated. Then I erased words to make it an erasure poem. Then I fed it to the machine… And now I play with what comes out. Never a dull moment when you like words!