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"distelfink" poems
Eons old ink Echo from the depths of the sea where the distelfink Lay.  It’s resting place discovered by divers who deserve to sink. Not because of their ability to dive, but because of their ability to lip-synch. What do I do, and to whom do I do it to?  Think I must, for I am on the brink Of collapse.  Do I go on living; knowing full well that this paper, on the brink Of destruction, will lay forever on the bottom of the ink Colored water from which my work was discovered.  Think, For my life depends on it, the life of my beloved distelfink. This whole tiddly-wink of a subject puts a kink in my ability to lip-synch. Wow, what a link I thought, might this have something to do with the ancient sink? Yes, yes, but of course, the sink Of my past people; presented nicely in the present.  My people, on the brink Of destruction, now have but one hope…my ability to lip-synch. Where is my paper?  Where is my ink? I must create more, more distelfink! What can I do, this is such a stink?  How can I think About the distelfink?  When I must think Solely about the outcome, the cease of distruction, to our precious ancient sink. No, no my brain of pink must help me render up some distelfink. **** my mind is not in sync!  My body is on the brink Because of how much I have to double-think.  The ink Will not flow, and with that, in a wink, I’ve lost my ability to lip-synch. Outthink, outwit, out measure, I must regain my gift of lip-synch. This cannot happen unless the cross-link in my brain fixes itself and allows me to think. What will happen if my ability to think and cross-link forces me to ink? Like an octopus scared for it’s life, scared that we may never save the sink. Like blue-birds that can’t sing, I am on the brink Of madness, madness at the thought of never completing my distelfink. What if I never complete my distelfink. Will I ever be able to lip-synch? Will I constantly be on the brink With the thought of not being able to think? Will I save my people, my sink? It all depends on my eons old ink. Eons old ink creates pink water soaked distelfink As it flows into the sink and out as lip-synch. I must think or I will stay forever on the brink.
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Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 9:05 AM UTC
garrett-glenn
Distelfink
Eons old ink Echo from the depths of the sea where the distelfink Lay.  It’s resting place discovered by divers who deserve to sink. Not because of their ability to dive, but because of their ability to lip-synch. What do I do, and to whom do I do it to?  Think I must, for I am on the brink Of collapse.  Do I go on living; knowing full well that this paper, on the brink Of destruction, will lay forever on the bottom of the ink Colored water from which my work was discovered.  Think, For my life depends on it, the life of my beloved distelfink. This whole tiddly-wink of a subject puts a kink in my ability to lip-synch. Wow, what a link I thought, might this have something to do with the ancient sink? Yes, yes, but of course, the sink Of my past people; presented nicely in the present.  My people, on the brink Of destruction, now have but one hope…my ability to lip-synch. Where is my paper?  Where is my ink? I must create more, more distelfink! What can I do, this is such a stink?  How can I think About the distelfink?  When I must think Solely about the outcome, the cease of distruction, to our precious ancient sink. No, no my brain of pink must help me render up some distelfink. **** my mind is not in sync!  My body is on the brink Because of how much I have to double-think.  The ink Will not flow, and with that, in a wink, I’ve lost my ability to lip-synch. Outthink, outwit, out measure, I must regain my gift of lip-synch. This cannot happen unless the cross-link in my brain fixes itself and allows me to think. What will happen if my ability to think and cross-link forces me to ink? Like an octopus scared for it’s life, scared that we may never save the sink. Like blue-birds that can’t sing, I am on the brink Of madness, madness at the thought of never completing my distelfink. What if I never complete my distelfink. Will I ever be able to lip-synch? Will I constantly be on the brink With the thought of not being able to think? Will I save my people, my sink? It all depends on my eons old ink. Eons old ink creates pink water soaked distelfink As it flows into the sink and out as lip-synch. I must think or I will stay forever on the brink.
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Dire straits necessitated yours truly to bethink outside the box (literally outdoors of squarish structured nested dwelling), where blinding albedo effect forced me to blink, additionally also ruffled tail feathers of this sole surviving male bobolink (North American songbird, Dolichonyx oryzivorus) pushing survival species to extinction brink, thus series of unfortunate events woke resident chewink (North American bird, Pipilo erythrophthalmus also called: towhee or ground-robin), tweeted from within his cozy armoire ***** polar vortex froze habitat, whereby arctic wind found brushy areas to clink unwittingly brambles ferocious waving circular rotation wrought minuscule countersink eh, no bigger than a cufflink his ornate bejeweled complex edifice compliments of sizable income allowed, enabled, and provided opportunity in tandem with significant other to create acronym named **** (dual income without kid) acquiring handsome combined income rendering and selling stylized goldfinch also known as distelfink common motif in hex signs and fraktur, which interpretive native folk art eye state meaningless without rhyme nor reason, superfluous gibberish by George, and/or...well... courtesy following more purposeless gobbledygook defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink intelligently nsync with downlink playfully, jauntily, and deliberately creating confounding badinage eyewink at thee, no doubt many an anonymous innocent reader calling me ratfink under their breath or more colorful brutal appellation inducing cheeks of unknown followers turning fifty plus shades of firepink moost definitely concurring gink perfectly apropos description concluded individually versus collectively, quickly, and unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink I approve this entire message, which most likely tinders pet peeve, concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 7:55 PM UTC
matthew-scott-harris2p
Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink...
Dire straits necessitated yours truly to bethink outside the box (literally outdoors of squarish structured nested dwelling), where blinding albedo effect forced me to blink, additionally also ruffled tail feathers of this sole surviving male bobolink (North American songbird, Dolichonyx oryzivorus) pushing survival species to extinction brink, thus series of unfortunate events woke resident chewink (North American bird, Pipilo erythrophthalmus also called: towhee or ground-robin), tweeted from within his cozy armoire ***** polar vortex froze habitat, whereby arctic wind found brushy areas to clink unwittingly brambles ferocious waving circular rotation wrought minuscule countersink eh, no bigger than a cufflink his ornate bejeweled complex edifice compliments of sizable income allowed, enabled, and provided opportunity in tandem with significant other to create acronym named **** (dual income without kid) acquiring handsome combined income rendering and selling stylized goldfinch also known as distelfink common motif in hex signs and fraktur, which interpretive native folk art eye state meaningless without rhyme nor reason, superfluous gibberish by George, and/or...well... courtesy following more purposeless gobbledygook defying poetaster to incorporate doublethink intelligently nsync with downlink playfully, jauntily, and deliberately creating confounding badinage eyewink at thee, no doubt many an anonymous innocent reader calling me ratfink under their breath or more colorful brutal appellation inducing cheeks of unknown followers turning fifty plus shades of firepink moost definitely concurring gink perfectly apropos description concluded individually versus collectively, quickly, and unanimously i.e. (think) groupthink I approve this entire message, which most likely tinders pet peeve, concluding GoDaddy liberally did hoodwink.
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