I have never done so kind a gesture as I did today in Flanders field

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for with Casey at the Bat
I didst sway the wind to catapult
th'cremains of Sam McGee
and thus the game to win
by loss of sight and vigor
didst runner thus path to take
less trod, for its illegality,
and thus to home did not,
nor half the seed of europe,
one by one, and nevermore.

[anarch]

1. ooooh, poetry mash-up!

I like it. Here's a Robert Frost mash-up:


Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
And that was my long scythe whispering to the ground.
Nature's first green is gold,
The rose is a rose,
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill.

I have climbed the hills of view
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.
And that has made all the difference.

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2. Brilliant! We need more! MORE

[Haole Girl]

3. EE Cummings

you shall above all things be glad and young
you shall above all things be glad and young
For if you're young,whatever life you wear


it will become you;and if you are glad
whatever's living will yourself become.
Girlboys may nothing more than boygirls need:
i can entirely her only love


whose any mystery makes every man's
flesh put space on;and his mind take off time


that you should ever think,may god forbid
and (in his mercy) your true lover spare:
for that way knowledge lies,the foetal grave
called progress,and negation's dead undoom.


I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance

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4. Wrong!

You're not following the rule.

[Haole Girl]

5. Which rule is that?

:shrug:

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6. It's poetry mash-up, not poetry post-an-extant-poem

[Haole Girl]

7. Ewe k!

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8. s'alright!

No problemo.

:7

Here's some inspiration

[Haole Girl]

9. Well, I like this one..Robert Louis Stevenson's...

The summer sun shone round me


THE summer sun shone round me,
The folded valley lay
In a stream of sun and odour,
That sultry summer day.

The tall trees stood in the sunlight
As still as still could be,
But the deep grass sighed and rustled
And bowed and beckoned me.

The deep grass moved and whispered
And bowed and brushed my face.
It whispered in the sunshine:
"The winter comes apace."



Edit: Sorry, I just couldn't mash it!

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10. You didn't mash, though

That's the whole point of the process - to mash.

[Haole Girl]

11. I know...

I'm not good at mashing...not even potatoes (spelled correctly).