One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.
What’s that, you ask? That’s the very first Fib I wrote. What’s a Fib? Well, first a little backstory….
At the 2005 SCBWI-LA Writer’s Day, poet-novelist Ron Koertge mentioned the idea of “warming up” each day by writing haiku. To paraphrase what he said, writing haiku keeps you in tune with the importance of word choice and how you can say so much with so little… with the goal being that subconsciously you will continue to be aware of both points whenever and whatever you write.
I was intrigued, but my geeky mind immediately began to churn. Why just haiku? I wanted something that required more precision. That led me to a six line, 20 syllable poem with a syllable count by line of 1/1/2/3/5/8 – the classic Fibonacci sequence. In short, start with 0 and 1, add them together to get your next number, then keep adding the last two numbers together for your next one. It’s a wonderful sequence, and it’s one that is repeated in nature (most famously in nautilus shells). Heck, some folks use it in knitting and music,… and, as much as I’d like to say I invented a new form of poetry, these sequences have been part of various poetic structures since before Fibonacci’s time. However, "the Fib" is my take on the idea, complete with a wicked cool name, if I say so myself.
I’ve found writing Fibs helpful, as they really do make me conscious of word choice in everything I write (which is particularly critical in my poetry, picture book manuscripts, and e-mails to Mom). Also, I’ve found kids respond well to the form, especially when they hear that “Ewww. Worms.” can be 1/3 of their poem. So, I think it’s time for the Fib to gain more exposure.
In another post, I’ll talk more about various Fib rules and guidelines and subsets (like Fibs that tell fibs!), but for now, I’m curious to hear what you think or see if any of you want to try your hand at writing Fibs … and hoping you all want to join me in spreading Fibbery around the web/in classrooms/wherever.
This
Post
Is now
Completed,
So, I gotta book.
See you all on the comments page.
(There are wonderful Fibs in the comments here, and if you look to the right you'll find links to other posts with even more Fibbery (such as the post cleverly named More Fibbery.) If you head on up to the top of the blog you'll find new Fibbish links, too. In short, feel free to poke around... and don't be shy about telling a Fib or two.)
(And now another update: a book deal (and that's no fib!))
(The BIG update: The 14 Fibs of Gregory K. - the novel that came to life because of this post - is now available wherever books are sold!)
Saturday, April 01, 2006
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Born
Baby
Lullaby
Gently into night
Lay in your crib, a bedtime Fib;
Nature's golden ratio dispels the darkness fright
sorry for the removal but I forgot #3!
So
this
morning
I read the
New York Times story,
a piece divulging the Fib and
I must say, Fibs are quite a fabulous creation.
I
Am
Am me?
Am I me?
Am I really me?
I am for Sure I think I am?
I love poetry, but this sure is different - mathematical sequences make for interesting poetry
I
Guess
That you
Should not cheat
By dividing long-
er words with hyphenation, huh?
More Here
Why
wait
for rain,
when there is
a river nearby,
and several buckets to fill?
As
If
Math thoughts
Aren't enough
Let's add some english
To make it a little more tough
Saw
Your
Poem
Format in
English class today
Very interesting, we loved it!
We
Wrote
A few
Of these Fibs
It's a wonderful
Challenge to pen this poem type.
Do
You
Think it's
Still a fib
If we go deeper
In the Fibbonacci pattern?
One kid I know went up to thirty-four, but I
Don't plan to do that many syllables, seeing as I should do homework right now-bye!
I
Am
The one
Who wrote the
Fib poem with thirty two
Syllables, it took a while to think of
Enough syllables, which I was counting instead. I cant immagine more- very tough
Whoops!
I
Meant 34
Syllables
I forgot the Fibbonachi sequence!
Oh!
No!
Please go ……..
You must not!
For I am betrothed………..
To old Sir Oswald, my liege lord.
You must unhand me now; for I can never be yours.
(Indecipherable) (21)
Have I not made the situation clear? You are at risk of your life! Sir Oswald is handy with his lance, and will skewer you upon it! (34)
Why
Do
Critics
Of Dubya
So delude themselves?
Thank God we have a President
Who says "is" when he means "is"
[and no Interned cigar].
Ok, I've got 3:
They
say,
Dirty
Mexican
But when they need clean,
they ain't callin nobody else!
All
spooks
have eyes.
Blink. Blink. Blink.
We might look dumb, but
the 3rd eye is what'll gitcha
If
was
is not
is, then why
is we still calling
the native man, an Indian?
One
word?
Tricky.
Maddening!
Necessitating
electroencephalograms.
Dreams
Bring
Soulful
Expression.
Optimistic Dawn
Rises to the occasion now.
Now
I
Cannot
Tell a lie
But I have to say
Telling fibs is great fun for me
-NKD
http://snake.kittycrack.net
I know nothing about maths but I love poetry so here is my attempt:
Static
I’m
Thrown
>Open
>Wide open
>And I find you and I
>Inextricably intertwined
>Like an exchange box, a mass of tangled connections
>It’s a miracle any messages get through – your lines are crossed then I’m breaking up
>Assumptions and expectations interfere with love’s clear voice and I secretly fear the static as we reach the next tunnel on the line.
Is this a fib?
Please
don't
confuse
me with facts
Max, the table turns
fast, listen to C. Lloyd's sweet sax.
Ahhh
choo!
A new
poetry
tickles me and shakes
dust from my imagination.
You may read this quizzically and ask, "Are you fibbing?"
Phi
swirls
within
nautilus
and Vitruvius:
proportion’s Golden Ratio.
Whether we know Art History or not, it’s in us.
A friend sent me a link to this page. He said "I saw this and thought of you."
Me?
Why?
Really -
It’s too silly.
Fibonacci rhyme?
Seems like great big waste of time.
Don’t these people all have something much better to do?
0-1-1-2-3-5-8-13 ...
I
Like
numbers
that may make
one pay attention
to the interesting features underlying the quaternion operator.
This
looks
like fun.
Writing and
counting syllables
to achieve the perfect sequence.
There!
Did
I do
it the way
I was supposed to?
I may be addicted to this.
chic-
ray
dot com's
my website*
(*I'm pretty sure that
asterixes aren't syllables).
but
why
stop at
eight? fibonacci
numbers go on - here's a 13:
--
the
jain
indian
prosodist
hemachandra once
counted how syllables could scan
thus well before fibonacci were his numbers born
--
and
if
you
care about
what is coming next
why, it's the number 21
immediately, but if we will keep on
fibbing
sooner or later someone will put up a fib ending 34 syllables long
"N-
N-
Never",
He stammered,
"Will I hear your words
Without feeling a deep envy."
Work
sucks
big time
Why act smart
when blind obedience
is the only way to prosper?
win
sucks
apt-get
the best or
die like the rest
choose debian to have big breasts
wow!
fun!
lotsa!
algebra...
spirals and circles...
but there's no fibonacci here...
because the word has four syllables, am I not right?
Hugh
up
late
again
no slumber
if I can't sleep now
imagine how tired I'll be then
five
days
beyond
her due date
feeling anxious yet
still haven't come up with a name
boy
girl
don't know
doctor says
up to six more days
before anything else happens
Wow!
this
looks like
yet another
"magic of numbers"
riddle put into perspective...
I like your form. Indeed, the standard haiku form cannot be automatically transferred to another language. This is why in Russia we have introduced and use a lot a new form 'tanketki': a two-line, six-syllable poem with syllables split between lines 2/4 or 3/3. For example, this is how you would write them in English:
just nod
no difference
God forgot
to log off
Of course, tanketki are not suitable for English poetry, and neither haiku are, so I am glad you have invented something specifically for this language.
Just in case, if somebody will be interested, this is the main tanketki web site (of course, in Russian):
http://www.litera.ru/slova/26/
moi
je
voudrais
commencer
un fib en francais
est-ce que cela est faisable?
My
Dog's
Dogma:
Peace to all!
Lovely. Poor, poor beast.
Run over by someone's karma.
Let
me
be alone,
for eternity.
transform into what you once were.
fly away, wingless angel and burning paper crane.
Came across article on Fibs in newspaper; had to have a go, but...
Oh
No
This is
Harder than
Writing a Haiku
Or making a limerick scan
Cough!
Cough!
Atchoo!
Snotty nose.
Don't like being ill -
I hope it's not H5N1.
day
night
contrast
eachother
so nicely it's great
possibly so great that it's bad
by martha o'leary
Home
Life
Is sublime
With two kids
And a husband divine.
God has blessed us abundantly,
And we remain grateful for our ordinary lives.
One
Loving
Procreate
A generation
Single minds en masse fabricate
History spirals from one, on to be our future
by Sandy A. (Brisbane, Australia 23/4/06) - Fib Poem (Nautilistic Syllabically :o) )
A friend who comments on my Aussie blog lead me to read your site and all about haiku and the fibonacci sequence - how beautiful to connect and unite these two expressions - Thank you Gregory
IT
IS
EASY
TO FIB IF
YOU KEEP IT SIMPLE
To
Be
Here now
Waiting for
A chance to move on
Is pointless because here I am
art
daap
design
writing this
taking naps
pushing more buttons
thinking poetry will save me
www.myspace.com/wearingyourwords
don't
fear
unknown
territory
it is where we go
to find what we don't know is lost
My
Team
Baseball
The Red Sox
World Series Winners
Johnny Damon can screw himself
Words
are
pathways
to the other.
A highway system
in the nothingness of silence.
When
I
first saw
the blue sea
I thought it was sky
fallen to the earth as tears.
Sweat
cry
and sob
all you want
but the life will not
be easy, stand up and deal with it
Fun.
Good.
Witty.
Boisterous.
Big Time Relaxation.
Big Fun Synonym Absurdity.
Hi!
Geeks,
And Nerds.
Poetry,
Mixed with Math is fun!
Have you tried to write a Fib yet?
If
I
Would have
done this thing(fibbing)
a lot more early on
i would 've been a pro by now
But, What the hell,nice to be here now better late than never.
:-}
Dance
floor
Bright lights
Our movement
together--felt right
Your name? That, I can’t seem to place
But I recall with perfection your beautiful face
My math professor got me into your "fibs" and I enjoyed it so much I took it one step further; I did a fib not counting syllables but letters.
5 Death
8 Which Was
13 Full of Thought,
21 Because His Life Had None.
34 Ignorance is Bliss, And He Was Always Blissfully Dumb.
I also have a pair of fibs for you I call them yin and yang
Yin
Love
Friendship
Thoughts of life
Welcome to my dreams
Yang
Hate
Torture
Thoughts of death
Welcome to my world
Hope you enjoy them as much as I do
DreddZ
Dude
Someone
Please explain
This fib thing
Is suppose to be in
A proper fib Sequence, aint it?Ans pls
Why yes, the Fib is supposed to be in a proper sequence: 6 lines and a total of 20 syllables, with the syllables per line being 1/1/2/3/5/8. Examples and a little more description are in this post itself, as well as elsewhere on the blog. Where elsewhere? I can't quite recall, actually. But if you just head on up to the top of the blog, you'll probably find it.
Math
Math
is not
too much fun
have an open mind
math is a wonder of numbers
Yes!
Yes!
How sad.
Damn those Fibs.
Worst things in the world...
Far worse than Darfur and Iraq.
Horse
crap!
I won't cry.
You can't make me cry!
I got my green belt yesterday!
My cat wrote a fib the other day, and invited other kitties on Catster to come up with their own, and they did. Thanks for a fun pastime!
cats
love
basking
in puddles
of delicious sun
worshipping their giver of light
It's probably not very good, but hey, she's only a cat!
3 -5.
Start off nice!
You know that won't last...
Oh no!
Now things will get worse and worse.
I've got a bad feeling about this...
If I can't say something positive, I'll just have to end the poem.
16 -10.
Ideally, I'd like this poem to alternate eternally.
I don't think oscillation is stable,
But I'll give it my best!
This project's doomed.
But, wait!
Uh-oh!
1Hi.
1Uh...
2What's up?
3Can I play?
5Cool; this sounds like fun.
8What's this game called? Fibonacci?
13Never played that before; is someone here keeping score?
21Well, I don't see any cards or dice, and there isn't any board--how do we play?
Hello from France
Oeil
Nez
Bouche
Visage
Toucher le tien
Embrasser tes lèvres rouges.
Something like :
Eye
Nose
Mouth
Face
Touch your face
Kiss your red lips.
http://bmr-mam-web.over-blog.com/
First
Fib
The storm,
came and gone.
Where is my rainbow
To lead me to my pot of gold
Hi
I
am in
the sixth grade.
I like skateboarding.
I am getting better in Math.
I
love
this king
of school work.
I like to be on
computer and to become
smart
Hi
Hi
Kenny
and cartmen
what do you want hu
We what you to come out and play
Hi
I'm
Allen.
I like bikes.
I like to meet friends.
Would you like to become my friend?
Hi
my
name is
Molly. I
have brown hair and blue eyes.
I like basketball to play.
fnh T
TIM
TIMMY
TIMOTHY
TIMOTHY IRA
TIMOTHY IRA MCMILLION
I
Will
never
eat sweet,sour,
and watermelon
if I think it will be good some
my
girl
my girl
tiffani
is a funny girl
she is a wounderful girl too
my
ex
Jackie
is a pain
she is a pain in
oh no she has found me writing...
I
like
horses
that are cute
and belong to me
and will win races someday soon
I
like
horses
that are cute
and belong to me
and will win races someday soon
Thought I'd post two Fibs of mine I found today since I know some of y'all don't journey out to the rest of the blog (where I also posted 'em). Two pop-culture Fibs:
No.
No!
It's fixed!
Voted off?
Demand a recount!
Damn you, American Idol.
Yikes!
Lost.
This sucks.
I told you,
Always, yes, always
Turn left at Albuquerque.
"Once
Twice
Three times
A lady
And I luh-ove you."
Seventies music sure was weak.
For all you Fibbers out there, here's a potentially interesting opportunity: The Fib Review. After all the contests and such, this looks to be a bit more leisurely.
One
Two
One two!
Through and Through.
Poor Jabberwocky
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack.
Stars
Moons
Planets
Galaxies
Whole universes
Waiting to be explored by us
-Fibs
-not
-haikus
-can always
-expand to become
-whatever length is convenient.
-although the classic ends at the eight sylable line,
-the sequence is infinite and the poem can be extended indefinitly
-to demonstrate this princlple, this poem could have ended at any of the previous three lines and it would have satisfied the form.
E'
nel
vespro
oscuro
un'illusione,
innocuo strano astro
piano farà una scia,combinazione?
what do you think about my italian fib?
hi,i'm Fabrizio,an italian maths student,this is my fib,do you like it?is it good?
it
is
better
to wish
in any case
to have a good idea!
Fabrizio -- lovely Italian Fib, and I like the English one, though I think you fell off pattern. But considering that I sometimes fall off syllable count in my NATIVE tongue, I'm still utterly impressed!
hello!another english fib,is it better Gregory?
it
is
a fib:
fun math poem,
a perfect version
of a Fibonacci sequence!
I
hate
a mess.
Why don't you
wash a dish or two?
Lazy roommates are killing me!
To ricklibrarian,
Why
not
focus on
the misery here,
in your country, not in Darfur?
No need to travel across the world to help others.
Charity begins in the home.
Americans can
use help from
your
church.
I love this! So unique and creative, Thank you!
I've adapted this form into a turn. This can be viewed in depth on my site: Simple Things
(along with several uninteresting rants).
Here a a couple of examples:
Hurricane Season
the
air
churning
stirring waves
beating the coastline
until the silence of the eye
when the waves renew
they batter
until
the
end
Joy
It
was
a bright
so cheery
morning when we met
from that meeting our happiness
has come to be us
you and I
are
joy
No
More
Bullshit!
Howard Stern
Howard One Hundred
A Sirius Revolution!!
Red
Blue
Orange
Indigo
Yellow, Green, Purple
To be fibbish: Roy G. Bip!
inverted fib
Hi i'm Fabrizio, a maths italian student...help me please!!!
i'm working at my degree thesis about Fibonacci numbers, i want to start it with a fibs (of course!), but i'm not sure that it sounds good or more simply if it is right or not,help me i will be grateful to you. This is the fibs that i have thinked:
it
is
a fib:
math and poem,
a perfect version
of a Fibonacci sequence.
Fabrizio -- cool idea starting with a Fib. The word "poem" however has two syllables, so your fourth line is actually FOUR syllables instead of three.
I don't actually have an easy solution off the top of my head, other than dropping the "and"... but I'm not sure that would be exactly what you mean!
it
is
a fib:
math,poem,
a perfect version
of a Fibonacci sequenze.
is it better Gregory?
Yes, it is indeed correct on all syllables. Does it also work in Italian???
viens
là
mon coeur
mon bébé
viens prendre ta claque
avoue que tu l'as bien méritée
viens
là
mon coeur
mon bébé
viens que je t'embrasse
toi que j'aime plus que tout au monde
I wrote a page on fibhaiku (in french ...) to be on the web today (sept 18). Come and visit me !
E'
nel
vespro
oscuro
un'illusione,
innocuo strano astro
piano farà una scia,combinazione?
Gregory this is my italian fib!!!
I
WANT
TO BE
WHAT I CAN
TO SAY WITH THE WORDS:
REASON, POETRY AND FREEDOM!
I
WANT
TO BE
WHAT I CAN
TO SAY WITH THE WORDS:
REASON, POETRY AND FREEDOM!
phee!
phi
foe fum-
bled digits;
golden rule of thirds
stolen down beanstalk from giants
high
low
look where
ever you
go shout and scout
and do not forget look about
George
First
U.S.
President
Chopped down cherry tree
This "truthful" tale a fib and lie.
Coming at you from the DC area, HOME of the fib, I mean lie, oops? did I say that out loud? I meant sound bite.
Let's
hope
U.S.
Democrats
Don't screw up so bad
The Republicans get back in.
Creation's Allusion:
One perished unto creation
One Denied in-existence
only Two find suggestio-falsi
- Comfort -
- Within -
- Creation -
Rebirth:
Rest precede birth;
Birth precede death;
Enquire:
rest
sleep
sleep again
sleep once more
thus to sleep never again
Extract from FIB - a play in three acts by John Duffus (1707)
Drust: Tongueland halt!
Your brazen patterns stilled
Faint traces remain
Repeat then fade
Gatt: Mortar fused with spark of life
Must claim its length in soil and stone
Severe, it mocks our feeble span
Of gurgling years and gushing tears
And though our craft is buoyed with guile
Flagged with conquest cut with style
It comes in lead is clad in copper
Cast in anger clipped in paper
Lined with coin …in ocean floundered
Sleep
Dream
Falling
Screaming, but
No one can hear me
Just before I hit the ground, I
Wake up in a cold sweat, wondering what just happened.
Great stuff, i love haiku, now I can love this.
a
long
number
trail that runs
forever, leading
to beauty, golden ratios,
the way home along the spiral path, from flowerheads
to galaxies, following god's curving script, his sacred signature hides everywhere.
a
long
number
trail that runs
forever, making
beauty with golden ratios
spirals in infinity found everywhere you look
a face, a shell, a flowerhead, a galaxy; it's like the signature of god
and goes on and on, building, like life, upon itself, a perfect interrelationship, self-contained, an exponential something-special
and now one in the zen-spirit of haiku:
fish
swims
in his
gallon bowl
then, a popping noise
did he just demand to be fed?
(It's probably possible, but can one do the pure-observation zen-spirit in longer forms? It seems hard to write without adding judgements outside of a little burst like haiku or a short Fib...)
my
own
heaven:
library
holds the world entire
within its rows of dusty shelves
un
jeu
le fibs
alliant
maths et poésie
nous donnera tout pleins d'amis
snooze
sleep
slumber
sweet repose
sorry if i drool
(stayed awake far too late last night)
You
Are
Unique.
Yes you are.
I read from afar.
You are a new bright shining star.
Please
Leave
Comments.
You’ll answer
Pink Floyd’s great question:
Is there anybody out there?
How's this?
Hey
Greg
Great Blog!
I love fibs!
Fibs are great puzzles
Good things to keep you up all night!
fruits
yum
apples
bananas
pears and oranges
whoa, you can write fruit fibs all day
Just
placed
some fibs
on my blog
it's bullseye, baby!
I hope you'll have a little look:
http://bullseyebaby.blogspot.com/2007/04/fibonacci.html
With Damocles’ sword crystallized,
drips exclaiming spring
d e c i p h e r
Winter’s
l a s t
code
!
--John Mutford
These comments have been invaluable to me as is this whole site. I thank you for your comment.
My latest:
http://bullseyebaby.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-fibs.html
Best,
Jena
Whoaaa... I sense the great possibility of addiction here. I'm late to this, but it sounds fun....
i
was
crap at
math at school
however this is
really very interesting
Maynard Keenan did this on Lateralus (the song) on Lateralus (the album) in 2001.
The sequence here is by the syllables in the words (not the words themselves).
I
Guess
That you
Should not cheat
By dividing long-
er words with hyphenation, huh?
Posted By Blackpool Hotels
Date: 19th September 2007
Wow!
I
Love this
Idea.
Your
blog,
savvy
new ideas
for me to enjoy.
Thank you for sharing all the fun
Here's an anagram of your very first Fib --
One
Small,
Precise,
Poetic,
Spiraling mixture:
Math plus poetry yields the Fib.
=
HISTORY
I,
A
Pincus,
Completed
This first example.
Pure poetry began. I'll smile.
Wow, Adie. That's remarkable. What even gave you the idea of trying that?
FWIW, I liked it so much that I posted your Fib right here... where others have quickly agreed it's impressive indeed....
Thanks for stopping by, oh mystery Fibber....
one
one
two ducks
in the water
swimming to the opposite shore.
as silver birds ply the true, blue sky
THanks for commenting on readwritepoem. I really need to link to your site directly. I linked to the site where I learned about this form, but she learned it from you. So, I'll link!
recently introduced to fib...
grass
grows
freely
surrounding
chattering spirits
as if waiting at a bus stop
and now with April writing month.. continuing on...im hooked...
Discovered "fibbery" via NY Times via ThinkMap Visual Thesaurus. Very cool! Here is my first fib:
words
like
raindrops
incessant
dripping through my brain
captured and transformed: poetry
Fib
bone
achy:
twenty six
mile running sequence
will do that to you every time.
What do you mean?
What you said is I thought of .Here is some of new battery fpr your laptop.
bye
bye
my love
we can't be
close enough to hold
each other in our arms tonight!
Ashley Marie
nice blog!!!
Thanks for the inspiration! I love Fib Poetry.Here's my contribution to the cause.
Lies
Fibs,
Like
All lies,
Can fester.
A wound that ne’er heals;
Tearing a friendship asunder.
R. A. Giron
Hi Gregory
Many thanks for leaving a comment on my blog and setting the record straight. Rather surprised you found it so quickly! Ah, the mysteries of how information travels.
thanks again
Rych
WOW! That's really clever - to have created your own poetic form. Having a BA in Mathematics and self-publishing my own book of poetry, I'm a bit jealous. LOL
Joe Breunig
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513
First time learner
I am
also greatly appreciating your wording
due to its affect
on having my brain really think
whether Fib or not
I like this a lot
-You
-Me
-Can’t be?
-Tis a dream
-Only hope remains
-But in the end, the choice is yours
-To leave it as hopes and dreams, or to make it much more
-Hate
-Death
-Anger
-Destruction
-Despair clouds the mind
-Anguish tortures the empty soul
And a fun mindless one:
Ha
Ha
Ha ha
Ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
My god, I am going insane
I used live in Chicago (the best town in USA)and presently I'am living in Brazil. I love the Japanese literature and HAIKAI is the one that I like most. Today I found out about FIB and I have to thank very much for share with us the beauty of FIB. For sure I gonna try to write something soon!
Regards. Mariza
"Pink Floyd’s great question:
Is there anybody out there?"
I knew it, there is definitely something very queer but familiar with this post you have Mister Gregory, and yes it is Pink Floyd after all.
the Fib! great article. Pink floyd's question has been answered already. We are here.
Can a reversed Fib tell the truth? biF? Euclid? How else may we
Know the sound
of one
hand
clap-
?
Not the same as
a single
clap,
although ...
Only the hand that
erases
may write
a
truth
But of course I am
not the first
to love
the
last
Thus spake Gregory K: "The word 'poem' however has two syllables, ..."
Yet the word "poem," pronounced properly, has but one syllable.
When I was young I started to roam;
I travelled far from my old Bayonne;
I got so sad that I wrote down this poem:
I wrote an ode to New Jersey
"Da Rolling Mills of New Jersey," sung by Bottle Hill Band
t....I don't blog so I can't link....but you are now on my "Favorite Blogs" to check each day. Need to get a coffee to sit and get to know you - your've written so much and I have arrived at the party a little late!
(not a blogger, but hopefully not a
Hello! I created a topic about Fibs a website of Brazilian writers: http://recantodasletras.uol.com.br/forum/index.php?topic=4557.0
Keep up the good work!
Fight
fib
fib fib
fib fib fib
fib fib fib fib fib
fib fib fib fib fib fib fib fib
Ronaldo Rhusso
I
write
haiku
But not in
seven-five-seven,
which is unsuited to English
those
who
write in
seven-five-seven
often write in "pidgin English"
like
most
haiku
writers I
tend to use fewer
than seventeen syllables
fibs
are
different:
they really seem to
work, although mine are really bad
'cos
I'm
just saying
what I want to say
in a stilted, fibbified way
and
my
last two
weren't even
in the right format:
please accept my apologies
Did
You
go to
Mansfield State
and take calculus
about nineteen seventy eight?
Whoa, Abaris - I don't recall if it was calculus, but I did sneak up to MSC and take a few classes... including math. So, uh, "hi, again!" I do hope you'll unveil (and shoot an email, at that)
Two-continent love
Here,
there,
between.
Atlantic ocean.
Across the age and space of I’s
counting the columns of Acropole with common eyes.
You certainly seem to have a more active logical mind than I do! That said, I think it's brilliant how you're able to combine that mathematical mind with artistic pursuits.
Ode to the teacher
they
say
they love
me yet they
lie. Their behavior
says so much more than words can say
sleeping in, phones on, headphones it...what can I do
I cry, I plead, I smile, I beg. the only thing to do is to love them anyway
Great Joy of the Day
No
one
enjoys
waking up.
It's a painful job,
it tires the soul every day.
Turn the alarm clock off to stir trouble away, yes.
Why must we leave our sacred domain every single day of our "incredible" lives?
First
word
ever;
confusing.
it did not exist
just a bunch of sounds and letters
I understood the words perfectly fine, according to my ears
I was young and small, but I spoke many unknown words. Everyone just looked back, giggling.
Two
friends.
Two friends
becoming
something more than friends.
Liesel and Rudy are soulmates,
I believe. Why can't Liesel believe in it also?
These two friends, best friends, can have a future together, but not as friends, just something more.
How come they can't be together? Don't they have feelings for each other? Feelings they will never have for someone else but themselves.
Teacher Negotiations - By Anonymous
Nope
Can't
Lost it
My doggy ate it
I'm not kidding, OK?
No, I'm really not joking Mr. Hillman
Even I wouldn't joke about a summative this much
I'm sorry I don't have it today, but I can get it to you some time tomorrow
One
Ball,
One play,
A goal is needed,
Players fight for the ball every time,
Such a simple ball causes a huge fight in a game,
But when the ball passes by the goalkeeper people cheer and celebrate; it's a beautiful game.
Direct
Strong
is my punch
in Mr. Hillmans face
he then fell to the hard nasty ground
and cried so much because of his wound
I ran around and cheered for my victory I then joined him as he slept but because I wanted to.
Taste
Eat
Savor
Chocolate
Melting on the tongue
One moment of true ecstasy.
Sh!
Sh!
Be still.
Try to hear
the flowers growing,
birds warbling lovely notes of joy.
Some
gifts
for you,
all from me --
love and loyalty,
tossed with kindness, smiles, and soft words.
Books
poems
my friends
companions
always there for me
solace, joy, comfort--life to me.
Baby
girl,
my child,
sleep gently
ere the winds blow strong
and cruel life shakes your innocence.
Soft,
sweet,
gentle
are your words
as you caress me
in the lonely dark of midnight.
Beach-
house,
refuge
by the sea
inviting me in
to contemplate the endless sea.
Snow,
ice
so cold!
Give me sun
to warm these old bones--
I long to roll in grass sweet-green.
"Mad"
"Nuts"
"Crazy"
So they say,
but he's my grandson.
Dear God, give me the strength to see!
O
God,
master
of us all,
wisdom infinite,
I am like the blind seeking you.
Sun-
light
shining
on all things,
unbiased and free
like God's love for you and for me.
Sweet
life,
a gift,
mystery,
all seek to have it
though trying to grasp its meaning.
Beach-
house,
refuge
by the sea
inviting me in
to contemplate eternity.
Dance,
dance!
Be free.
Lose yourself
in frenzied movements
trying to be one with the world.
Sing,
sing
freely,
openly
with your soul laid bare
letting show all the love you hold.
Mind,
soul,
body--
all these three--
to integrate them
is the biggest challenge to me!
Black,
dark
midnight,
time for sleep.
Why am I awake,
tossing about life's conundrums?
Tears,
tears
dripping
on my bed
for those hopes and dreams
dearly held that ne'er came to head.
White
teeth,
pink lips,
darting eyes:
a pretty picture, this.
Look past my graying hair; it's me!
There is an online journal called "the fib review" that publishes only Fibonnaci poems. I couldn't find a link to it here, so I thought I should bring it to your attention.
I submitted a poem, and found that they were sloppy in communication, and also very strict about previous publication, disqualifying me because the poem appeared on my private Web page. I was annoyed, but the review is still worth reading for the wonderful poems in it.
Mike O'Donnell
Ooops. I forgot to include the link to the fib review (http://www.musepiepress.com/fibreview/index.html).
Mike O'Donnell again
Ah,
FIB
welcome.
My practice
expanding with form.
Excited for where it takes me!
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