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Yes, I remember that now, it was in 1990's, I think. There was a local movie based on that story.
Nineteen ninety nineIs the year I developed
Tech. anxiety
An applied science
A sensory perception
Quick robotics fix.
A sensory perception
Quick robotics fix.
Red, yellow, green, blueCrimson, canary, turquoise.
Printing body parts
Silver nuts, shoulder
bolts and power tools; a dash
of pepper and salt,
plus the scent of chocolate--
Voila! Bicentennial man.
bolts and power tools; a dash
of pepper and salt,
plus the scent of chocolate--
Voila! Bicentennial man.
Excellent work, Leslie, Zack. 'Bicentennial' man is particularly excellent. Nice start to my day.
Thank you, Guy :) Good morning!
LOL! Dirt smelling robots. I think I see a movie in the making.Good morning, Leslie, except I'm guessing it's evening(?) in your world.
Lol! Thanks, M :)
Nice, Belly!
Yes, Guy, it's late in the evening, so goodnight from Mars :P
Nice, Belly!
Yes, Guy, it's late in the evening, so goodnight from Mars :P
penny for your thoughtsBi-sensual man
Was sent on a fool's mission,
To claim his two cents
From a former astronaut
Stuck in his closet.
He went to the moon
to quiet his thoughts but his
calling haunted him.
He came back armed with a smile
and a mic--a Talk Show host.
to quiet his thoughts but his
calling haunted him.
He came back armed with a smile
and a mic--a Talk Show host.
“He went to the moon / to quiet his thoughts . . .” What a beautiful line!
*lost in a crowd of
whitened teeth and faked applause,
he feels as if he
is being pulled down to drown;
choked by the cord of his mic.
Excellent Leslie! And a delightful continuation, Kat.in church with a plugged nose
He frowned at his teeth
for being too white and straight.
He is a comic
where being straight and white-bread
is like farting in a church.
This started out as a follow-up of Kat’s and Guy’s, but somewhere along the way it went off the road and got lost in the woods.Hers the dim, dreamed voice,
a tangle of orchard limbs
in a dusk’s landscape
of umber and sage,
long shadows in the craters
of an autumn moon.
Beautiful imagery, M. Your wish of getting words to evoke visual images is evident in this, which brought me along for a walk with feelings of the bigness of life and the quest for understanding my smallness in it.This did not feel lost, but more like it is of a soul wandering and wondering at the feeling of being lost in life.
Great start to my day.
Thank you, Guy! It isn’t easy being a Post-Pre-Raphaelite.
Yikes! I’ve mired the haiku thread. I’ll try to pull it out of the bog.He let loose in church,
wished he were dead, and cursed that
new, “fart-free” white bread.
Not so nice continuation of Guy's and M's excellent and funny (as usual) haiku.
The choir drowned out the
sound, the man felt relieved; a
mute, his sole witness.
The choir drowned out the
sound, the man felt relieved; a
mute, his sole witness.
He knew what was instore, and rued the day, relief
his one desire.
With a smelly roar
he sailed away, over the
heads of the choir.
Horror Haiku 1grass grips church rubble
decades after the bombs fell
hear the headless choir
Nothing left but slowdust motes. The choir’s not hitting
any more wrong notes.
I agree and I'm waiting for Horror Haiku 2 :P
don't encourage me. you wouldn't like it when i'm encouraged... (har har har ingkwebible hark warning)
The eerie sound heard
through the old church's halls was not
from the headless choir.
through the old church's halls was not
from the headless choir.
Jim Pascual Agustin wrote: "don't encourage me. you wouldn't like it when i'm encouraged... (har har har ingkwebible hark warning)"
Lol! I am encouraging you!
Lol! I am encouraging you!
Not-so-Horror Haiku 2dragonflies hover
stitching ghost notes in mid-air
cracked bell resonates
The old cracked bell moaneda dismal note that called the
sacrificial goat.
Such an excellent start to my day! OMG, everyone, so good, some real Haiku, and some real laughs. Thank you! Now to work I go.
It's quite difficult to keep up, sorry for this one :D
The ancient strange sounds
replaced by the weak bleating
of a robot goat.
The ancient strange sounds
replaced by the weak bleating
of a robot goat.
He yearned for the grassof the dell, but his display
was blinking “lo cell.”
What seam-splitting girlwould take the bait of verse so
dry and latinate?
membership's perkswho needs good advice
when one's membership is long
on virility.
but the girl wanted
more than rhymes, free verse or bed(?);
a heart, not an app.
Belly, no titles? :)
more than rhymes, free verse or bed(?);
a heart, not an app.
Belly, no titles? :)
The following isn't good, but tis an odd play on Leslie's ideas:versal of fortune
What starts in the bed
as the app of a true heart
will unbeat itself
and be transformed into
regenerate reverses.
Perfect Loverstogether hearts beat
asynchronous patterns in
perfect harmony
The heart that throbbed byher in bed had neither legs
nor arms, but a head.
Really? I can. Of course, that's not the most flattering thing to revisit a thread to.
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Guy: True. I have been known to commit inappropriate popcorn behaviours.
Sophia: [Shrugs.] 'Inappropriate popcorn?' I am not sure I understand what that means.
Guy: Well, some may take offence at these weird voice overs. Not everyone in the WSS knows about popcorn. And some who do find it completely .... Well, I was going to say asinine, but perhaps better is just boring.
Sophia: Boring? Yes. I guess that would be a highly inappropriate behaviour. But to many, meditation and reflection are boring. So 'boring' isn't a sufficient argument on so-called inappropriateness.
Guy: [Laughs.] Okay. But I challenge you to write that as a Haiku. You may not haven't noticed it, but this is, after all, a Haiku thread, not a popcorn one.
Sophia: Really? You call what gets written here Haiku . [Laughs.] Truly, Guy, delusion knows no bounds. Beside, you haven't addressed Leslie's question. Your reference to Bobbitt may be obscure to her, as she's not a resident of North America.
Guy: [Laughs.] True. Sorry, Leslie. Lorena Bobbitt gained infamy in North America for cutting off the penis of her husband. She claimed extreme mental distress because her husband was ... well, just a very bad guy. The puny punny-ness of a 'Bobbitt' bobbing her philandering husband was not lost to just about every non-prudish living writer on the continent. I have no idea if this story made across the oceans.