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Art Funny Geekery

Magic The Gathering Poetry

Whoever knew that Magic The Gathering cards could be so poetic with just a few Sharpie markers.

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Animals History Holidays

Got The “Love Bug?”

Wrapping up our Valentine’s Day posts, Mental Floss has a great article detailing the strange role the flea once played in romantic poetry:

The most famous of these poems is The Flea, by John Donne. The poet’s narrator, struggling with a woman who wishes to hold on to her virginity, compares its loss to a fleabite: small and insignificant. When a flea actually does bite them both, he notes that their blood has mingled inside it. He just wants to mingle other bodily fluids anyway, so sex should mean neither sin nor shame nor loss of virginity at this point. Other writers imagined themselves as fleas exploring their lovers’ bodies, or bemoaned the fact that they were not fleas able to explore the secrets of a woman’s body without detection.

Fleas were symbols of love outside of poems, too. Some Frenchmen would pluck fleas from their lovers’ flesh and keep the insects as pets—it was a way to have a small piece of their beloved with them always. The fleas lived in tiny gold cages worn around the neck and were fed a daily meal of the man’s blood.

Here’s hoping you don’t get bit by any literal “love bugs” this year.

Image via Scurzuzu [Flickr]

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Funny Politics

Rumsfeld Poetry

As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns.
The ones we don’t know we don’t know.

Yes, this is an actual quote from Donald Rumsfeld with line breaks added by Hart Seely, editor of Pieces of Intelligence: The Existential Poetry of Donald H. Rumsfeld. Whoever knew that he wasn’t actually a political monster, but a sensitive poet?

Thanks Good Magazine

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Daily Goodness

Daily Goodness

Quote of the Day:
“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry”. -Edgar Allan Poe

Fact of the Day:
When leprosy was still believed to be contagious, many governments printed special money only to be used in leper colonies. –Source

Today’s Holiday:
World Animal Day

Link of the Day:
9 Amazing swimming pools.

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Daily Goodness

Daily Goodness

Quote of the Day:
“Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy.” -Havelock Ellis

Fact of the Day:
Beowulf is the longest Old English manuscript in existence. It comprises about a tenth of all Anglo-Saxon poetry known to exist. –Source

Today’s Holiday:
America Business Women Day -Two women’s days in a row, aren’t we lucky?

Link of the Day:
The world’s coolest fences.

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Poetry

Bob the Cow

There once was a cow named Bob
Carrots he liked to Rob
Big, bright beautiful carrots
Crispity, Crunchity Carrots
Then one day there was no more
So Bob walked to the store
He tried and tried to open the door
He opened it an inch, but no more
Suddenly it came to Bob
“I will steal corn on the cob”

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Poetry

Viva La Muerte

Saw it. Sang it.
Streamers.
Rhyming reading wrong.
Fellatio fantasizes.
Fetishize fisticuffs
Sweet soul
Sweet sweet soul no sun
Got no home.
Jive.
Scream n’ moan
Queenly queefs.
Keen Cake.
Dance darling.
Now, die.
Die die die.
Nothing sounds
Violation
Fornication
Annihilation

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Poetry

The Birds -A Poem

The birds scare me,
They fly by and scream at me.
I don’t like the birds,
I wish they’d die.
But I can’t hurt the birds,
That would not be fair.
How I wish they’d go away,
They keep staring at me with those beady black eyes.
The birds think they rule me,
They would try to kill me if they got the chance.
Why do they hate me so,
I never did anything to them,
They keep staring with their expressionless eyes.
Just a flicker of light nothing more,
They rise they squawk.
They circle they chase,
They scare me.
I wished they’d go away,
Birds, leave me be!!!

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Poetry

Harold the Duck

There was a duck named Harold
His head was green as algae
A melodious mallard
Singing silly songs softly
Harold was always happy
Harold liked being himself
Harold smiled all the time

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