Once again, making good use of a shitty book. Recycle!
Giving The People What They Want – 8th July 2025
Tag: erasure poem
Soon, child; newly man
Erase Issue – 29th May 2025
An erasure poem using text from the condescending and unreadable “The Chinese Have A Word For It” which I duly decided was only worth cutting up and using for this purpose.
I don’t know how to get WordPress to format text the way I would like, so have added a picture at the top of the post, followed by the original text and below, text that can be cut and paste.
each new track identifying;
each system distinguished:
require rain
immediate mobility
stores people usable;
raise issue there, not anywhere
further decree
want permission
denied key
request
and petition
test
family houses –
only register change,
report ration;
millions, a new look;
still control, still for order,
new and all available space
Threads – 12th May 2025
A waltz wave and forced erasure poem. I wrote the original poem (below) for this prompt at W3 Prompt #158:
• Form: Waltz Wave;
* A single, unrhymed stanza of 19 lines;
* Syllabic: 1–2–1–2–3–2–1–2–3–4–3–2–1–2–3–2–1–2–1;
Theme: ‘Strength and vulnerability’
While thinking about formatting, I felt like an erasure poem would be interesting, but how? I made it so with a little help from Deepseek.
steel
soft hands
bend
not breach
iron will
I won’t
break
apart
a diamond
under pressure
still shines through
my tears
flame
fragile
in flicker
enough
heat
left to
burn
Erasing Metaphor – 22nd December 2024
plain and simple
hey symbolic metaphors
late night sleep
a bowl of your pretty little mind
a pair of red leaves fall
wine walking
this day is a week
you want good
not better
your cup now is September
how many I love have flown my kitchen
arranging a perfect child
I like to eat then, forgetting the ocean
a restlessness or
inhabiting quiet
some never talk again
and now to cut up a life
could I have chosen myself
An erasure poem adapted from this wonderful writing at tiny hearts (see below)
Another Language – 9th November 2024
born indignant:
life, indeed surprised
the priest cried prophecy
I understood after I died
My first go at an erasure poem. Original text ‘The Other Language’ by Khalil Gibran. The picture is not as pretty as I would like but I do like the poem that came out of it.
Your Brother – 23rd June 2024
Can we grow? Help each other know
The best is ahead; let’s just start with better
It’s the knowing when to come and go
Through thick and thin together
Twenty years with no exchange
When we didn’t need each other
Resumes without feeling strange
Wherever you are, I’m your brother
Written for an AllPoetry assignment analysing friendship
Today I’m feeling:
Reasonable. I reluctantly got up with my alarm as my neck was sore but opted out of any exercise and after a shower went out for coffee. I wanted to be productive today so didn’t dilly-dally too much and when I got home I went to my room and caught up on some emails and a little bit of writing.
After lunch though I couldn’t help having a little nap but when I woke up I forced myself back out again to play some guitar.
The rest of the afternoon and evening have disappeared with some YT videos and helping some students with reading.
Today I’m grateful for:
Rain! Finally. Though it didn’t last much longer than 30 minutes and afterwards the humidity set right back in.
The best thing about today was:
Finishing my first erasure poem. The words came out well but the overall look is a bit messy. I need to study what others have done and get ideas from them.
What was out of your control today and how did you handle it?
I wanted to read more of my book today but watching videos won out.
Something I learned today?
There was a cosplay event at Central today. Baipad told me that she was going to check it out. She was a little disappointed that it wasn’t bigger but Chiang Rai is still a small city compared with Chiang Mai or Bangkok.
Review your acts, Good and bad.
I took some of Amy’s cookies to Utopia for them to try. I didn’t think much of it at the time but when I stepped back in home Amy had already received a message from Art wanting to order some! Amy was convinced that I did it just to try and get her busy at home but I laughed and she was being good-humoured too.
Later in the afternoon, she started working out how much they cost to make and what she could sell them for.
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