Tell us how much you missed us, go on!
It’s a long time since we had a silly poetry thread, so in verse, please.
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Purple is so back.
The spammers are kept at bay.
New host is faster.
Science talks boring me.
So I am quick with commenting.
Raining in L.A….
“Oh no” I think
about the exile site
will it now shrink
to neg-li-gi-ble bytes?
Will the wisdom
o’er there in press word
be copied here
or be lost like a bird?
That last stanza sucked
but the preview is back
the rhyme won’t be bucked
and I’ll be John.
LP was missed
Now Exile’s dismissed
Coming back is a must
Let’s hope it don’t bust
I challenge someone to come up with a worse piece of drivel than that. C’mon people, I know you can do it.
I really don’t know what to say,
after the long thread about being gay,
I’m getting used to a state of exile, hey,
But for comments, I should call it a day.
I knew I could rise to the challenge, Mindy.
The organamist
I am a retired blogger
But my login still works
Which is a pleasure
But can you change the font
To something cleaner
So I can have another
Harry Clarke screamer
Back in the fold you may be,
But of the Exiled posts you are free,
To get over that hurdle
and them back to the Purple
can you move them via FTP?
Welcome commentors all,
And also to trolls,
clinging tight to unformed egos
And a lack of perspective.
The election is gone,
friends, passed in exile,
but here we return in the warm
twilight of a fine years end.
And in ’08 shall we
resolve, to be good
and to be civil on our threads?
A wasted resolution.
It’s not the spambots,
But monopoly power
That makes Wordpress evil.
Howard’s gone,
Exile’s done
What fun
to come
Gotta run.
LP asked it
Lipsniggering haiku fun.
Missy is TeH gay!
No matter the location,
Blogging’s your vocation.
Coming home to your domain
Is Aussie blogging’s gain.
None of us can write in verse,
So it’s probably best we keep it terse.
Yes.
Welcome back
now write some posts
clack clack clack
I want more
of that LP crack
Word
Purple bannered purple
statecrew,Where lefty red meets righty blue,
Femmos going Rome’s despatches,
Toe-to-toe in (y’know) patches.
Kultchoored Emporeal threads,
Princely rains on Whoopian dreds,
Woody’s rose and Jimmy’s haze,
Smoke on water, ribbon’d gays.
Purple helmet-waving posing,
Drunken midnight purple-prosing
Blogosphericoloured whir’pool **!
Larvy Prodalicious purple!
** Written and authorised by committee. Must be drunk to scan.
A rose is a rose is a rose,
‘cept, of course, in purple prose.
We missed you (yeah) While you were away
And we told that naughty spam not to call
We missed you (yeah) every single day
You thought we didn’t miss you at all
Hello Hello it’s good to be back, it’s good to be back
As a matter of fact you’re back
Imported “Exile”
will arrive at our true home—
but after Christmas.
Larvapro’s server migration
Caused everyone massive frustration
But now it’s all fixed
The spam has been nixed
“Allah akbar!” is heard round the nation
I’d gladly celebrate this happy time,
Could I but write with scansion and rhyme
In limericks, we get off our chests
All our bad double-entendre jests.
But the term “Ala Akba”
Is one I’ve heard before
Didn’t he used to play five-eighths for Wests?
With apologies to Roy Harper (I only had to change three words)
There once was a blog from the old stone age,
and it used to follow the weather,
but now it’s got hung up on filling a page,
with whether to go or together,
And it’s been around for so damn long
with its whooping and wailing
Crushing questions between right and wrong
And impaling
The best it can hope and the worst it can fear
On the solstices of an illusion…
It still doesn’t make sense after all these years but for some reason I like the sound of it, as inapropriate as it may seem on this joyous occasion.
Welcome back my friends
To the stoush that never ends
We’re so glad you’re pressing “send”
Come inside, come inside.
On the comments threads,
Trolls and lefties butting heads,
Angry blokes who need their meds,
Come along, come along.
By the way, spiffy new design changes… but have you decided in the new version to nix the blogroll links to other blogs?
Through intertubes both surfed and roamed
There be none so lovely in shades of mauve;
It soothes the soul and make one humble
Prior to the inevitable rumble.
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j_p_z, that’ more front_of_house at the Pickwick Players than hardcore carny rube_hustling, but the step_right_up flavour is unmistakable.
The rusty claims of right wing loons are shattered by the sane.
I write a verse: the rhymes all change; some lines are overlong.
The purple blogger starts his thread – the comments swiftly wing:
Three haiku based on prog rock songs like “The Court of the Crimson King”.
Sorry. j_p_z’s excellent bit of Greg Lake (23) reminded me of the purple reference. And “Hats Off” to adrian for the Harper at (22)…
Like dew that vanishes,
like a phantom that disappears,
or the light cast
by a flash of lightning –
so should one think of oneself.
Out in the swamp reeds
A bird cries out in sorrow
As though it had recalled
Something better forgotten.
TRANSLATION, or, CARRYING ACROSS
“We washed the prod,
the grubby prod”?
“A maggot poked”?
The writer joked.
But if we’d asked,
“I advance masked”
is back in mauve,
hue loved by fauve.
A picture is worth a thousand words.
I perceive you poor juicy Tellurian units of consumption have given up your pathetically feeble effort to hide behind a First Galaxy blackspothole and are now proudly if feebly shooting out chmeical and electrical flares in what you assume to be deep and safe space again.
But rest assured the mighty bloodshot eye of Boskone is now helen reddy to hash and heat in hot oil your most popular starchy tuberous crop for good – now that we have your co-ordinates on our ray plates again. Fools! You really thought that repeating the purple would throw Gray Roger off beam? Ha! and Ha! And ha, ha, ha. And ha. Ha!
But before Boskone finally turns you into hot and crossed bums, you can forestall your eternity in the Pain Amplifiers of Rigel IIV by satisfying Helmuth (“He who comments for Boskone”) about one vital if somewhat elusive element of humanoid sociobiology before we plummet a negasphere into your religious navel of Memphis Graceland.
Is it true Missy Lipsniger is a Higgins? Enquiring tentacles want to know.
j_p_z, the blogroll will return, but it needs a bit of revision, and probably won’t reappear in its new guise until the New Year.
LP and Freo,
Close in my affections sit.
And in the spectrum.
It’s the narrowing!
The clear eyed centre squeezed
The purpled margins.
A big blog that was purple, not murky,
Was so spammed it got slow and jerky.
Exiled far away,
It kept ticking for days,
But is back now, and better, and perky!
Just testing.
a neat little big purple blog
was blindsided while having a snog
it set up in exile
and railed again’ the texstiles
and cheered when wingnuts blew their cogs
Aw man, this shit is like catnip, very sorry (to both LP and ELP, esp. P. Sinfield, who nevah seems to get any credit)…
Step inside the flood,
Now that we’re aligned with Rudd,
Bunny changing spots with Fudd,
Come inside, come inside.
We’ve got Greens and Nats,
Bloggers with too many cats,
High-toned literary spats,
Come along, come along.
Come in-side,
We’re all grading on a curve.
Just don’t talk
’bout the fractional reserve.
Within the social shuffle
There’s a specialist kerfuffle:
Does Miss Missy dive for muffle?
Come along, come along.
We will state this to our minions,
That non-socialist opinions
Are all at the slots at Binion’s*,
* – Look it up, look it up.
Eh, screw it, you guys can all come up with rest, I’m sure. There must be another eight choruses at least, I’ll be severely let down if you have less. Cheers!
j_p_z: “esp. P. Sinfield, who nevah seems to get any credit”
OH! The little guy at the lighting desk? Y’mean, he wrote the words as well?
Guilty as sin, m’lud.
And on that note, I’ll wish everyone a Happily Purple Festive Season and go back to believing in Father Christmas…
happy Christmas, youse!
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Monarchs of Blogalot
Reigning at Camelot
Choked on their Spam a lot
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thank you Monty P