Today a monster mash of a poem and the past year in the life of my friend in images.
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Prompt 8: “Peruse the work of one or more of these twitter bots, and use a line or two, or a phrase or even a word that stands out to you, as the seed for your own poem.”
The Twitter bots on offer were those with poetry by Sylvia Plath, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Ruefle, Anne Carson and Richard Siken. Oh, and the Vogon Poetry Bot with the third worst poetry in the entire universe.
The last three humans I’m unfamiliar with but I had a proper look at all the accounts and selected verses that I thought I might work with. And so I did: my poem is a cento, made up entirely with lines written by these five people and Vogons.
The lines are heavily mixed up and mashed but no word has been changed. The only thing I altered was a capital letter or two and some punctuation. I wish to thank them all.
And the general subject of my poem? Today we celebrate the 7th birthday of my companion, sidekick, familiar, rompi palle, best friend. Here we are last May:
To my best friend (cento)
The twentieth century: trouble is real.
Tender greens weather,
underground fence post office,
squirrel from ice age orange.
Youth is a dream where I go every night.
The birth of a boy is to be watched.
To them he is a mirror,
but to you he is a room.
Words bounce.
Words, if you let them,
will do what they want to do
and what they have to do.
Philosophers say
man forms himself in dialogue.
I talk to you
as if you’re really there.
“I am so stupidly happy!
Adventure time!
And you bought me an ice cream,
and then we saw the UFO!”
His thoughts turn toward questions.
“Was I discovered or invented?
Feels like I’ve always been here.
Open your hand.”
I could say, “Yes I know that I have two hands.”
A difference between us?
He is human after all,
what you would like to become.
Love doesn’t grow on trees,
like the statue of a cat.
Often you would wake suddenly
upon our bedspread:
“You are here.
You are here.
You’re still right here,
with any human certainty.”
A love
of two wet eyes and a screech.
For future years.
With warmth.
In the photo part I give you one photo of bestia for every month, something that I do every year.
But first a bit of soundtrack. She sings that she wants a doggie. I’m so happy that I have one yet. Like every dog owner I think mine is the best, and we are all right.
Here are my posts for his previous birthday, to watch him grow and have fun:
And here is last year, Fonzie-style, by months, starting with April. We are now exactly the same age, if you believe that 1 dog year=7 human years crap, namely 49. But only for one more month and a bit.
It looks beautiful
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Thank you kindly, 365dni. 🙂 By the way, in Slovenian we say the same, dni.
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It is great just the same
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Happy, happy birthday, bestia!!! From me and my Chules.
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Thank you, Maggie and Chules! ❤
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Oh, the July photo–I don’t know who has the happiest smile. Of course, I’m kidding! You do, Bestia! Happy Birthday, sweet boy!
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Thank you, Lois! He is really funny in that photo. 😀
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Happy birthday Bestia, he is a fine looking fellow.
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Thank you so much, Scooj. I’m so glad and lucky to have him.
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Happy birthday Bestia, it’s a pleasure to know you 🙂
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Oh yes, it is! 🙂 Thank you, Bushboy!
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OMG so much adorable in this post! Happy Birthday Bestia!
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Thank you, Lisa! 🙂 ❤ The province of Tuscany has provided three free face masks and now I'll have to walk him with my mask on. In the middle of nothing, scaring rabbits with it. Ah well, if they say so. But all well here, I hope there too.
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Am glad that you are safe and well in the middle of nothing. We remain good as well sporting home crafted masks on the marina walkways and very basic medical masks at the grocery.
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You know I am on love with him and this post my be a great present for me as well!
I think you are lucky to have him in your life but he is lucky as well because your feeling is mutually corresponded. Happy birthday to Fonzie once again ☺️
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Ahh, I’m glad that it’s a present for you too, Flavia. ❤ Yes, we are both lucky. And extra lucky that we know you now too!!
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Thank you my dear. I cannot wait to see you again! We had just started having fun and we had so much! I miss the both of you ❤️❤️
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Oh sweetie…And many happy returns.
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Thank you, grazie, hvala! 🙂
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Welcome, prego, molim.
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And he is so lovely – beautiful shots! He looks so easygoing and calm – wish my youngest would arrive there soon…a wild thing. Love your poem too – a bit like I feel now, jumbled and sometimes non coherent. A Mix of everything. But still going strong. Beautifully.
So glad you can go out together – walking with my boys in the forest is balm to my soul. Sweet, sweet Manja and bestia – you make the perfect friends ♥ Love that February look of his…and my old guy (turning 12) does exactly the same thing when left in the car. Crawls up to my place – while the little on (biggest one really…) obediently stays in the back!
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Oh, Leya, he doesn’t go along with male dogs at all, he is terrible when we meet a dog that he doesn’t like. He barks viciously and is hard to control. I can only let him free if I’m certain there is no other dog around. And now I can’t do that, since I cannot walk around as much. I can’t imagine having two dogs like him!
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I can understand that. My two boys are kind but persistent, so my arms are veeeery long after a walk!
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A delight! ( just like its subject) (k)
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Thank you so much, K! 🙂 I had more problems than I expected trying to select verses that aren’t gloomy, doomy, morose or morbid for my cento. The selection of poets was not entirely to my taste. The Vogons proved the most cheerful of the bunch (but barely usable).
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Cheerfulness is in short supply these days.
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❤️❤️❤️❤️🐕
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He loves you back, SMSW, and so do I! ❤
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Aw!!
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Happy Birthday Bestia! I hope you get lots of juicy bones!
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Thank you, Jan. We are more of the kind who give him that soft part next to the bone (carthilige, I don’t know the word for it).
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The most famous dog of WordPress, or so it should be. Happy birthday Bestia, give him a cuddle behind the ears or under the chin from me!
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BTW… SUPREME jealousy at the sight of the “Our beach” caption.
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Ah, now we can’t go there either. It’s about 1.8 km till the beach on the road, no other way to reach it. And police patrols.
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Hehhe, I’ll tell him that. Cuddles are regular. He gives the best hugs. Thanks, Fabrizio.
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Oh such a beautiful Bestia! Happy birthday puppy!
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Thank you from him. I know you don’t like dogs much but he would win you over. 🙂
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I was wondering if that might be true. It would be hard to keep my heart cold for too long.
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