Just Write...

[tectak]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle,
rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle, rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.

Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate by prattle,
rages whilst
protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade.

So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate
Are moments summed and sorted in their turn
Aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate
Illuminates the pages as it burns

Seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle
'Twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
And language made to obfuscate by prattle
Rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern
Each template placed is used once then degrades
Words are cast like runes upon a river
To float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic
Stir up the pottage simmer to reduce
Remember aways, taste will be subjective
And that my friend will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns. Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate by prattle, rages whilst protagonists protest. There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word
as though to compensate
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow
with  light of reason fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge
of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of
vernacular excess and language
made to obfuscate by prattle
rages whilst protagonists
protest there is
no perfect
rhyme no
god-sent
pattern each template
placed is used once then degrades words
are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like
witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir
up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be
subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

Write on.....

[Grace]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments, summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.

Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst
protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade.

So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate
Are moments summed and sorted in their turn
Aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate
Illuminates the pages as it burns

Seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle
'Twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
And language made to obfuscate intention
Rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern
Each template placed is used once then degrades
Words are cast like runes upon a river
To float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic
Stir up the pottage simmer to reduce
Remember aways, taste will be subjective
And that my friend will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns. Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest. There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate are moments summed and sorted in their turn aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess and language made to obfuscate intention rages whilst protagonists protest there is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern each template placed is used once then degrades words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

Write on.....

Thank you for posting this poem. It is very inspiring and draws the reader to re-read it.
If it's words were runes upon the water,  alphabet soup may turn into hearty pottage. Stranger things have happened!!   G.

[tectak]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments, summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.

Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst
protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade.

So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate
Are moments summed and sorted in their turn
Aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate
Illuminates the pages as it burns

Seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle
'Twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
And language made to obfuscate intention
Rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern
Each template placed is used once then degrades
Words are cast like runes upon a river
To float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic
Stir up the pottage simmer to reduce
Remember aways, taste will be subjective
And that my friend will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns. Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest. There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate are moments summed and sorted in their turn aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess and language made to obfuscate intention rages whilst protagonists protest there is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern each template placed is used once then degrades words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

Write on.....

Thank you for posting this poem. It is very inspiring and  draws the reader to re-read it.
If it's words were runes upon the water,  alphabet soup may turn into hearty pottage. Stranger things have happened!!   G.

Hi grace,
you are to be thanked for your name I oftimes accuse others of writing poetry like alphabet soup...we shall see if this draws them out. Did you have any preferences on form? (Trick question)
Best,
trctak

[Grace]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,are moments, summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments, summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.

Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst
protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade.

So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective,
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate
Are moments summed and sorted in their turn
Aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate
Illuminates the pages as it burns

Seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle
'Twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
And language made to obfuscate intention
Rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern
Each template placed is used once then degrades
Words are cast like runes upon a river
To float or sink like witches on parade.

So throw your soul into the soup semantic
Stir up the pottage simmer to reduce
Remember aways, taste will be subjective
And that my friend will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word, as though to compensate, are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns. Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest. There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade.
So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word as though to compensate are moments summed and sorted in their turn aglow with  light of reason fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of vernacular excess and language made to obfuscate intention rages whilst protagonists protest there is no perfect rhyme no god-sent pattern each template placed is used once then degrades words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

Write on.....

Thank you for posting this poem. It is very inspiring and  draws the reader to re-read it.
If it's words were runes upon the water,  alphabet soup may turn into hearty pottage. Stranger things have happened!!   G.

Hi grace,
you are to be thanked for your name  I oftimes accuse others of writing poetry like alphabet soup...we shall see if this draws them out. Did you have any preferences on form? (Trick question)
Best,
trctak

My name is a useful one to have, when writing or critiquing    On to the trick question..(ooer). Well, I can only be honest (while looking at the various presentations of your poem) and say the  centre-alignment one might distract me from its content, because I'm thinking how pretty it looks, instead of listening to the words  inside it (which may not be pretty). The one with words in a formless sea with no line-breaks or punctuation, repelled me from swimming in it, because there was nothing to hang on to. The others, after reading the first one,  were pale in comparison, as I was comparing them to the first one, which would be my preference, as it has a pattern that drums the words home: metre, rhythms, rhyme.  The first one stayed in my mind, after reading. The others did not. So, that's an attempt at answering the trick question..
Phew!   G.

[ellajam]

Oh, what fun. I read V1 before and came back to a surprise. So far my preference is for V2 and V3, the long and short of it. V2 is sort of a power walk on a winding path while V3 is a slow stroll with plenty of time to look around. I'm going to give the ones I don't like more time to see if it's just taste and prejudice or if they truly let the poem down as it seems to me now.

A few notes:  

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,are moments, summed and sorted in their turn. In this format I'd drop the comma after moments.
Aglow with  light of reason, fuming condensate illuminates the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause, the battle 'twixt  wisdom of  vernacular excess
and language made to obfuscate intention, rages whilst protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme, no god-sent pattern; each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like witches on parade. Interesting, they lose either way?

So throw your soul into the soup semantic, stir up the pottage, simmer to reduce.
Remember aways, taste will be subjective, and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.

or:

Attached to every word,
as though to compensate,
are moments, summed
and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,
fuming condensate
illuminates the pages
as it burns.

Seared by the charge
of cliched clause, the battle
'twixt  wisdom of  I'd drop the of to the next line.
vernacular excess
and language made
to obfuscate intention,
rages whilst The whilst here sticks out, I'd go with while, or something better.
protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,
no god-sent pattern;
each template placed
is used once then degrades.
Words are cast
like runes upon a river
to float or sink
like witches on parade. I might put "like witches" on the line above.

So throw your soul
into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,
simmer to reduce. I might like simmer to end the line above.
Remember aways,
taste will be subjective, Taste would be fun on the line above.
and that, my friend,
will be your best excuse.

 

[Magpie]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,- beauty fully poetic fuming condensate - perhaps "flaming condensation" would better describe that angry feeling about condensation on the windows and also "flaming" fits in with burns
illuminates - Yeah, that bloody Illuminati control everything these days the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause,-altogether altruistic alliteration (or is it assonance) the battle
'twixt- without the last 't' surely... do you remember when snickers used to be marathon, them was the days  wisdom of  vernacular excess- I think that spellcheck has gone a bit mental on "vehicular access"
and language made to obfuscate by prattle,- I'm sure it didn't say prattle first time
rages whilst Protestant protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,-Moon-Spoon surely perfection personifiedno god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.-Which witches?

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,-porridge? simmer to reduce.-gas mark 1
Remember aways,-new word, I like it taste will be subjective,-not too much salt usually
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Attached to every word
as though to compensate
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow
with  light of reason fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge
of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of
vernacular excess and language
made to obfuscate by prattle
rages whilst protagonists
protest there is
no perfect
rhyme no
god-sent
pattern each template
placed is used once then degrades words
are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like
witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir
up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be
subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

I like this version the best because it symbolises the Holy Grail that we are all searching for...
Excellent, your cupeth runeth overeth

[tectak]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,- beauty fully poetic fuming condensate - perhaps "flaming condensation" would better describe that angry feeling about condensation on the windows and also "flaming" fits in with burns
illuminates - Yeah, that bloody Illuminati control everything these days the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause,-altogether altruistic alliteration (or is it assonance) the battle
'twixt- without the last 't' surely... do you remember when snickers used to be marathon, them was the days  wisdom of  vernacular excess- I think that spellcheck has gone a bit mental on "vehicular access"
and language made to obfuscate by prattle,- I'm sure it didn't say prattle first time
rages whilst Protestant protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,-Moon-Spoon surely perfection personifiedno god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.-Which witches?

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,-porridge? simmer to reduce.-gas mark 1
Remember aways,-new word, I like it taste will be subjective,-not too much salt usually
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Attached to every word
as though to compensate
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow
with  light of reason fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge
of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of
vernacular excess and language
made to obfuscate by prattle
rages whilst protagonists
protest there is
no perfect
rhyme no
god-sent
pattern each template
placed is used once then degrades words
are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like
witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir
up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be
subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

I like this version the best because it symbolises the Holy Grail that we are all searching for...
Excellent, your cupeth runeth overeth

Hmm my geordie friend just up the road from me who goes to war each Saturday night in a taxi but wtf has the holy grail got to do with anything as it wouldn't even hold a pint of brown dog and I for one am most certainly NOT searching for the holy grail as I would rather find a box of ferrer rocher in my gym locker but cannot stand ferrer rocher any more than brown dog.
Thanks for this,
best,
tectak

[Magpie]

Just Write......

Attached to every word, as though to compensate,
are moments summed and sorted in their turn.
Aglow with  light of reason,- beauty fully poetic fuming condensate - perhaps "flaming condensation" would better describe that angry feeling about condensation on the windows and also "flaming" fits in with burns
illuminates - Yeah, that bloody Illuminati control everything these days the pages as it burns.

Seared by the charge of cliched clause,-altogether altruistic alliteration (or is it assonance) the battle
'twixt- without the last 't' surely... do you remember when snickers used to be marathon, them was the days  wisdom of  vernacular excess- I think that spellcheck has gone a bit mental on "vehicular access"
and language made to obfuscate by prattle,- I'm sure it didn't say prattle first time
rages whilst Protestant protagonists protest.

There is no perfect rhyme,-Moon-Spoon surely perfection personifiedno god-sent pattern;
each template placed is used once then degrades.
Words are cast like runes upon a river
to float or sink like witches on parade.-Which witches?

So throw your soul into the soup semantic,
stir up the pottage,-porridge? simmer to reduce.-gas mark 1
Remember aways,-new word, I like it taste will be subjective,-not too much salt usually
and that, my friend, will be your best excuse.
tectak
2014

Attached to every word
as though to compensate
are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow
with  light of reason fuming condensate
illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge
of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of
vernacular excess and language
made to obfuscate by prattle
rages whilst protagonists
protest there is
no perfect
rhyme no
god-sent
pattern each template
placed is used once then degrades words
are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like
witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir
up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be
subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

I like this version the best because it symbolises the Holy Grail that we are all searching for...
Excellent, your cupeth runeth overeth

Hmm my geordie friend just up the road from me who goes to war each Saturday night in a taxi but wtf has the holy grail got to do with anything as it wouldn't even hold a pint of brown dog and I for one am most certainly NOT searching for the holy grail as I would rather find a box of ferrer rocher in my gym locker but cannot stand ferrer rocher any more than brown dog.
Thanks for this,
best,
tectak

Ooopss!! I thought you were posting this as a joke of some sorts, hence my badly judged reply. Been awake too long and not thinking too straight, evidently. Apologies.
Although I am Geordie I'm not just up the road I'm in the Highlands and I'm not just saying that in case you come looking for me, although I must admit that the extra 300 miles is a comfort right at this moment 

[tectak]

Hmm my geordie friend just up the road from me who goes to war each Saturday night in a taxi but wtf has the holy grail got to do with anything as it wouldn't even hold a pint of brown dog and I for one am most certainly NOT searching for the holy grail as I would rather find a box of ferrer rocher in my gym locker but cannot stand ferrer rocher any more than brown dog.
Thanks for this,
best,
tectak

Ooopss!! I thought you were posting this as a joke of some sorts, hence my badly judged reply. Been awake too long and not thinking too straight, evidently. Apologies.
Although I am Geordie I'm not just up the road I'm in the Highlands and I'm not just saying that in case you come looking for me, although I must admit that the extra 300 miles is a comfort right at this moment 

Oh, you will be south soon. Torridon in April.
Best,
tectak

[billy]

the concrete version looks like someones head

how about: and i'm not being serious here!

Attached to every word as though to compensate are moments summed
and sorted in their turn aglow with light of reason fuming condensate

illuminates the pages as it burns  seared by the charge

of cliched clause the battle 'twixt  wisdom of

vernacular excess and language

made to obfuscate by prattle

rages whilst protagonists

protest there is

no perfect

rhyme no

god-sent

pattern each template

placed is used once then degrades words

are cast like runes upon a river to float or sink like

witches on parade so throw your soul into the soup semantic stir

up the pottage  simmer to reduce remember aways taste will be

subjective  and that  my friend will be your best excuse

making it a more clear image of the chalice by some minor alterations of the the word placements.

[bena]

Man,

I should probably look into what the heck you folks are up to at all times,

but you're so demanding.

 

I gotta go with center justify holy grail


It's just way too hilarious given the content.

[tectak]

Man,

I should probably look into what the heck you folks are up to at all times,

but you're so demanding.

 

I gotta go with center justify holy grail


It's just way too hilarious given the content.

Bena, billy.....like you I have no idea what the center justified is supposed to represent....I am sure of one thing though. It doesn't bloody matter as everything in center justified looks like the holy grail.
Best,
tectak

[bena]

 I   f

you

would

    prefer   

    I make   

it into a super  demonic up side down cross

I   will

dammit

[tectak]

 I   f

you

would

    prefer   

    I make   

it into a super  demonic up side down cross

I   will

dammit

Oh wow awesome...it's like the holy grail like really! Respect dudette.
tectak