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Twitter-poesi på 140 tegn
mai 29th, 2008
Vi har lett med lys og lykt for få inne interessante, vakre, og morsomme tekster på twitter.com, og her er noen av dem.
Se flere av poetikons twitter-favoritter på http://twitter.com/poetikon/favorites ( og husk å følge oss også da). Tips oss gjerne dersom du også skriver 140-tegns poesi.
 | tinydoctor Her eyes follow the smoke from her pipe & she sings tres soft in French. I think, to this muse I devoted my life? I don’t even speak French. | |
 | Maureen “Press one to save your American dream, or press two to be removed.” | |
| tinydoctor All my griefs hiss in the soft tissue of my brain like sparks | |
| tinydoctor like dervishes belaboring the beloved with the flare and flourish of our skirts. | |
| tinydoctor The hummingbird sips nectar, a fleck of iridescence more extravagant than the gorgeous violence of the blossom; so the angels drink of us. | |
 | Morning_Porch Sun! I hear the crow that thinks it’s a duck, a catbird’s simultaneous translation of a wood thrush song. Last night, I dreamed of bluejays. | |
 | BillBraine Changing into my spaghetti-eating clothes. | |
 | BluegrassPoet Midnight and a full moon shining through mist. I peer out through the window for a moment, then crawl back into bed. | |
| tinydoctor My sister used to fix “I Hate You” Sandwiches; burnt fried egg on burnt toast with lots of Miracle Whip. | |
| BluegrassPoet A dropped CD shining on a puddle beside the sidewalk, like mother of pearl | |
| Maureen Homemade ice cream from its iron pot until my teeth ache from the cold! | |
| BluegrassPoet A day of wan sunshine and sleepiness. My body wasn’t designed to sit in chairs. | |
| Morning_Porch Black-throated green: the warbler lisping at the woods’ edge, but also the woods itself, green-feathered, trunks running dark with rain. | |
 | maximka going to be late to craft night. like very late. and probably drunk. | |
 | adactio OH: The cheese is running out and people are getting suspicious. | |
 | StephenTColbert As one man who loves America, to another man who loves America, I’m asking you to let me tongue the crack of the liberty bell | |
| StephenTColbert Oedipus had a great sex life before he started asking questions. | |
| Maureen ♩ Give me a home with a friends-only phone, and cat box that auto-cleans… ♩ | |
| Maureen Czechvar Premium Lager: helping me clean house since 2003. | |
 | mrkolby Jeg prøvde febrilsk å komme meg forbi en kar som gikk sakte i slalom på vei til toget,så snudde han seg brått og sa: «Følger du etter meg?!» … |
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