I love poetry generators!

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

In days past, aquamarine castles idly watched the nimbus stalk its prey
Listless, helpless, but never bellowing
With lightning strokes, the poet shot forward; keenly, contemptuously
Eating pigs as snack food, the lurking mass blocked the sun
His lover held on to his bristly hair, he was calm
His ghost consoles the salmon solitary bee
"Duck, you stupid jellyfish!" cawed Chaucer, his voice gone.
From a height high above, the preacher grasped the revolver.
O melancholy world, you have dominated me again.

http://www-cs-students.stanford.edu/~esincoff/poetry/jpoetry.html

[nolabear]

1. That totally rocks. And I know. I'm a poet.

Off to play with the toy! And snack on a few pigs.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

2. Here's another one. This is such fun.

Moving contrarily, the distant solitary toadstool fell in the bushes,
A spiny man whined at the sight of Juan Valdez.
She beat down upon the bison; it looked like a smashed cello.
She spun out of the stagecoach, a trail of bald milkweed following.
Run through the field of joy, past your lover, and embrace a dead koala instead.
Lethargy washed over her like a final grapevine,
Just as the brittle leaf dethrones the feeble tree,
With doubtful stomachs and distinct resolution.
The toadstool gave her all, but lost bittersweet to time.

[Dystopian]

3. Awesome

I recently wrote a poem...I put in the two words(fear/hatred)...and the title.
This is eerie....there was nothing about a sea...but in the poem...freaky.


Glass Crash

Slowly a hatred continues upon the pulpy sea.
Stalking nothing like it was raped--Just like a pop tart
Hearken to thy thumb as salaciousness overcomes thee
The fear danced like a dainty pixy, or a fragile little elf
Her lover held on to her gummy cilium, she was intense
Sexyness washed over she like a fleeting chicory,
Diving in a lake of drear, the fear found a golden killer rabbit
Taste my fist or my other parts, feel the pleasure as I knife you
Frolicking for foul fun, fear, bite a woman's purse instead.

Wow...thank you.
And another...with the same words...so very odd.

Moving radiantly the smiley solitary hatred appeared in the bushes,
Like Semper Fi in the eye or Martin Luther King screeching to his little toe
Everlasting horrors realizing through the sky,
Crooked smiles were repelled as the heads rolled along the green tiled floor
The lousy bard sings a ballad, sing the song of the fear.. . In it make her die
Last for the reviving first for the sinking--Now you must neglect
The hatred trembled, her Martin Luther shook,
Her lip radiated like Virgo in the sky
Spare me your passionate bauble or I shall fry.

I'd better stop now...:-)

peace~

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

4. Nice!

Computer-generated poetry makes at least as much sense as a lot of "real" poetry. And there are a few very artistic phrases in these poems. I especially like

"The fear danced like a dainty pixy, or a fragile little elf"

and

"Taste my fist or my other parts, feel the pleasure as I knife you"

and

"Crooked smiles were repelled as the heads rolled along the green tiled floor"

and

"Spare me your passionate bauble or I shall fry."

Good stuff!

[Lionel Mandrake]

5. And yet, there's no method in this madness...nt