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Monday, April 03, 2006

More Fibbery

Fibs.
Terse.
Defined.
As your tools,
Twenty syllables;
How you use them is up to you.

In my first post on Fibs, I mentioned rules and guidelines. I'm gonna talk about some of them here, but the most important thing I can say is that other than the syllable count of 1/1/2/3/5/8, all rules can be broken. The goal is to WRITE. That said...

Since I started Fibbing to focus on word choice, the one rule I've held myself to is "no articles in the one syllable lines." I also try not to use conjunctions, though part of that is that when I use them, I start singing School House Rock and annoy the neighbors.

After those rules, it really gets more subjective. There's definitely a difference between my best Fibs and my ones that read far more like I found a 20 syllable sentence and broke it into Fib form. Often, that difference is in focusing on those two one-syllable lines. "Worms./Gross." is, to me, a stronger start than "I/was." If there's a natural break between the lines, in general it reads better to me. If a thought can finish at a line end, that's great. And I, personally, love using the eight-syllable line in counterpoint or as a thought of its own.

I also have found that my Fibs tend to fall into subsets: Pop Culture Fibs, Rhyming Fibs (traditionally, by the way, Fibonacci poetry is not a rhyming form. But it CAN rhyme, as some who have posted have shown), and Fibs that fib are three examples. I'm gonna post one (or more) of each in the comments below. We've also seen political Fibs and math Fibs... plus my very own Spam Fib. That should be a big category, based on the 19,000 Spam haiku collected here.

Thanks to the Third Carnival of Children's Literature, I now know that April is also Mathematics Awareness Month. This makes Fibbery doubly divine in April.

Also, a special tip o' the hat to the Word Freaks for their excellent Fibbing.

If you spot any other Fibs online, please drop word to yours truly. But this is long enough, so I gotta book.

(For those entering in via this post, there is much more Fibbery to be found all around the blog these days. Besides the post The Fibs mentioned at the top and this post, both of which have comments filled with fun Fibbery, you might want to journey up to the top of the blog or look over on the right hand side for some links collected under the headline The Fibs. As always, feel free to leave a Fib here or elsewhere. Fib on!)

(And a further edit: please click here for news of a Fib-related book deal!)

191 comments:

  1. RHYMING

    Ants
    Can’t
    Wear pants
    When they dance.
    Plus I’ve heard the news
    They never put on dancing shoes.

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  2. FIBBING FIBS

    Greg
    Wrote
    Twenty
    Brand new Fibs.
    Why would he do that?
    He had nothing better to do.

    ReplyDelete
  3. POP CULTURE

    I encourage everyone to write some of these. I think this is my biggest category. It makes math and poetry much more immediate. Pick a favorite (or least favorite) topic and have at it.

    Sweat.
    Grunts.
    Big men.
    Really big.
    Wrestlemania.
    Wrestemania, I love you.


    Songs,
    Jokes,
    Unite.
    These guys rocks!
    Barenaked Ladies:
    Love you like I love Kraft Dinner.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Anonymous1:07 PM

    Sex.
    Docs.
    Troubles.
    Medicine.
    Grey's Anatomy:
    You are my Sunday night pleasure.

    ReplyDelete
  5. Anonymous8:57 PM

    Fibs?
    Hmm.
    I lack
    Sufficient
    Brain capacity
    For arcane poetic tricks, Greg.

    I'll spread the word, though. I'm better at talking than I am at counting. DB

    ReplyDelete
  6. Anonymous3:30 PM

    CRASH.
    Lost!
    Oh, crap.
    This is bad.
    We're so alone here.
    I guess it could be worse. Could rain.

    ReplyDelete
  7. Thanks Anons. I had been working on a Lost Fib awhile ago. Perhaps we can make it an entire sub-genre

    Lost.
    LOST
    Alone.
    So alone.
    This island our home
    And... wait a sec, I said ALONE.

    ReplyDelete
  8. Anonymous12:44 AM

    You,
    me,
    we go
    outside
    because I will
    kill you for wasting my time.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Anonymous12:46 AM

    1/1/2/3/5/8

    Fibs,
    Fun.
    Clever,
    yet simple.
    How mathematics
    and Poetry can blend so well.

    ReplyDelete
  10. Anonymous12:47 AM

    These
    Poems:
    Truly
    Pedantic
    Methodology.
    Extremely restrictive process.

    ReplyDelete
  11. Anonymous1:04 AM

    Yo
    Yo
    Check this
    Need a Mic
    Gangsta right here werd
    I will crush Eminem hardcore

    ReplyDelete
  12. Anonymous1:15 AM

    fibs,
    ummm...
    ok,
    here it goes,
    hard to explain them,
    it's a maths-type sequence poem

    ReplyDelete
  13. Anonymous1:20 AM

    Look
    out,
    Slashdot
    has found you!
    The nerds are coming!
    Hope you like being popular.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Anonymous1:34 AM

    Fibs.
    Fad?
    Is it?
    Probably.
    But who really cares
    When it is so goddamn much fun.

    ReplyDelete
  15. Anonymous1:37 AM

    War.
    Peace.
    Which one?
    I don't care.
    Does that make me wrong?
    Luckily, I don't give a damn.

    ReplyDelete
  16. Anonymous1:38 AM

    toe,
    toe,
    toe toe,
    toe toe toe,
    toe toe toe toe toe,
    toe toe toe toe toe toe toenail!

    ReplyDelete
  17. Anonymous1:39 AM

    Here's a few...

    One,
    One,
    Then two -
    syllables!
    Five in the fifth line
    Eight in the sixth and that's a fib

    Mum,
    Dad,
    I'm lost -
    where are you?
    I should have listened.
    I'm so sorry. Please take me back.

    Dead
    tired.
    I am
    exhausted.
    Bring me my pillow!
    I am going to catch some Z's.

    Lies!
    Lies!
    Did your
    mother not
    teach you anything?!
    Never tell lies! Stop that fibbing!

    Me?
    Write?
    Poems?!?
    You're kidding.
    I'm not a poet!
    I couldn't write to save myself!

    Tick.
    Tick.
    Look out -
    Not a bomb;
    Some would say it's worse:
    A great big pile of paperwork.

    Stop!
    Thief!
    Police!
    Stop that man!
    He's getting away -
    that's my music on his iPod!

    Ring
    Ring
    Hello?
    Mister who?
    Sorry, there isn't.
    I think you have a wrong number.

    ReplyDelete
  18. Anonymous1:40 AM

    The
    Sky
    Is the
    Limit once
    You begin using
    Enjambment to make your fibs fly.

    ReplyDelete
  19. Anonymous1:42 AM

    1
    2
    3 4
    5 6 7 8
    9 10 11 12 13

    ReplyDelete
  20. Anonymous1:53 AM

    I got carried away

    hail!
    come!
    See us!
    we are the...
    Amazing fibbers!
    We can fib all day and all night!
    We even go to new lengths with thirteen and then...
    twenty-one syllable fibonacci poems, that make your heart sing out with great joy!

    ReplyDelete
  21. Anonymous1:54 AM

    .
    .
    -.
    ..-..
    .----..-
    -.-.-.-....--
    .---.--....-...-.-...

    /
    .
    -.
    /.-
    ./.-.
    /.com.com..com

    ReplyDelete
  22. Anonymous1:58 AM

    Oh
    You
    Evil
    Little Man
    Spending all my slog
    Fibbing a rhyme to match your blog

    ReplyDelete
  23. Anonymous2:00 AM

    Hmm,

    what?

    So hard?

    That can't be!

    Nerds can do this 123!

    It is "News for nerds, Stuff that matters",

    that links this place for us, so we can learn about those fibs...

    Please keep up your curios work, for anyone to enjoy, and visit now and then at a place we call Slashdot.

    Post Scriptum: Oh why, oh why, do those darned long lines not fit upon your blog? With a new kind of verse one calles a "fib", lines should not be wrapped up like this!

    ReplyDelete
  24. Anonymous2:02 AM

    a
    is
    zero
    b is one
    loop forever: do
    add b to a and swap the two

    ReplyDelete
  25. Anonymous2:04 AM

    My first try:
    (originally written in Swedish and then loosly translated)

    Sun
    Spring
    Asphalt
    Country roads
    Curves that neved end
    The sports car season is soon here

    And since I'm in Sweden the sports car season is not yet here... alas!

    ReplyDelete
  26. Anonymous2:16 AM

    Oh!
    My,
    Oh My,
    Sweet sensible lady
    Come hug me, hug me.

    ReplyDelete
  27. Anonymous2:54 AM

    Fibs,
    Rare.
    Unheard.
    Not for long.
    everybody writes -
    wiki will have an article.

    ReplyDelete
  28. Anonymous3:20 AM

    mmm...
    aaah...
    right there
    yes, like that
    oh it feels so good
    oh ah yes harder more yes aaaaahhhhhh

    ReplyDelete
  29. Anonymous3:47 AM

    Right
    This
    Way, Sir.
    For your pill.
    Now that you can see,
    Wish that you had taken the blue one?

    ReplyDelete
  30. Anonymous3:50 AM

    Right
    This
    Way, Sir.
    For your pill.
    Now that you can see,
    Wish you had taken the blue one?

    ReplyDelete
  31. Anonymous4:04 AM

    I
    write,
    sweetheart,
    just for you.
    My darling baby,
    it is so true, I love you.

    Smile.
    Shout
    about
    happiness.
    Celebrate it now
    before it is all forgotten.

    ReplyDelete
  32. Anonymous4:40 AM

    At the minute my job-description dictates that I write content for websites, based on certain key phrases. Ever heard of the bob newhart mantra: "If you have an infinite number of monkies, on an infinite number of typewriters, eventually one of them will reproduce the works of shakespear"

    Well at the minute I am the start of a very long line of monkies.

    Click,
    Clack,
    Monkey,
    Monkey types,
    The Typing Monkey
    Spends ev'ry day, typing away.

    ReplyDelete
  33. Anonymous4:53 AM

    Ssh
    Stop
    Listen
    Look around
    There's more life then work.
    Don't let your life pass without you.

    ReplyDelete
  34. Anonymous4:55 AM

    Boy,
    Girl,
    Eyes meet,
    Moment shared.
    Just like that it ends,
    He goes, she goes, never look back...

    ReplyDelete
  35. Anonymous5:02 AM

    Stink
    Clash
    Two feet
    Diff'rent socks
    Ran to catch the bus
    Hate going to work on Friday

    ReplyDelete
  36. Anonymous5:09 AM

    I did three, and think this is amazing!

    Read
    My
    Website.
    Best ever!
    grahamcase.com
    It will blow your mind, guaranteed!

    Snail.
    Small.
    Sheltered.
    Slow mover.
    Alone in this world.
    Will they learn to love you for you?

    Trunk.
    Tusks.
    Big ears.
    A grey friend.
    Monolithic size.
    The majesty of elephants.

    Hooray for all things Mathematical!

    ReplyDelete
  37. Anonymous5:15 AM

    Head.
    Nose.
    Three holes
    in my face.
    Five toes on my foot
    Eight teeth when I smile really wide.

    ReplyDelete
  38. Anonymous5:28 AM

    Love?
    Right.
    Who says,
    what love is?
    All I know is that,
    Love is more than what one says, Greg.

    ReplyDelete
  39. Anonymous5:36 AM

    Great idea! The terse style is reminiscent of haiku, so here is one in Japanese:



    飛ぶ。
    どこに
    飛んでるの?
    俺の手が痛い!

    For those who can read Japanese but have difficulty with kanji, here is a phonetic version:



    とぶ。
    どこに
    とんでるの?
    おれのてがいたい!

    For those who cannot read Japanese but can understand some, here is a Romanized version:

    ka
    ga
    tobu.
    doko ni
    tonderu no?
    ore no te ga itai!

    Finally, here is a Nabokovian English interpretation:

    "A mosquito flies. Where are you going? My hand hurts!"

    ReplyDelete
  40. Anonymous5:50 AM

    bees
    leaves
    sunshine
    melting snow
    what does this all mean?
    Spring is here, retire the shovel!

    ReplyDelete
  41. Anonymous5:56 AM

    You
    too
    could write
    Fibs for friends -
    some will read and laugh,
    others may not understand it.
    The point is that it satisfies your innermost needs.

    ReplyDelete
  42. Anonymous6:03 AM

    Well
    I
    never
    gaming fun
    with but words as tools
    and scarcely a sentence in sight.

    ReplyDelete
  43. Anonymous6:15 AM

    Work.
    Sleep.
    Tired.
    Same routine.
    Bring me the weekend!
    Oh, that's right it's already here.

    ReplyDelete
  44. Anonymous6:20 AM

    Stink.
    Funk.
    Putrid.
    Oh my God,
    There's no way that's me.
    Bratwurst smells worse when exiting.

    ReplyDelete
  45. Anonymous6:24 AM

    fin
    du
    monde
    meurt l'espoir
    un an, une seconde
    toutes choses sont confondues
    l'histoire est consommée, le monde touche à sa fin

    ReplyDelete
  46. Anonymous6:26 AM

    Yo
    Yo
    I like
    to make raps
    they don't always rhyme
    I'm like andy milonakis

    ReplyDelete
  47. Anonymous6:30 AM

    up
    up
    down down
    left right left right b
    a b a start i love contra

    ReplyDelete
  48. "Brains" - an Urban Dead Fib, by JeremyVS

    Blood
    Gore
    Zombies!
    Survivors!
    Build up barricades.
    Attack now, tear them limb from limb!!!


    http://www.urbandead.com

    ReplyDelete
  49. Anonymous6:35 AM

    Bush
    lied.
    No Iraqi
    W.M.D.
    3,000 U.S. troops have died.
    That is the same number that died on 9/11.
    Can't pull out, we made our bed and now must lie in it. But impeach that son of a bitch!

    ReplyDelete
  50. Anonymous6:38 AM

    Oops, please delete previous post. How about:

    Bush
    lied.
    Saddam
    never had
    W.M.D.
    3,000 U.S. troops have died.
    That is the same number that died on 9/11.
    Can't pull out, we made our bed and now must lie in it. But impeach that son of a bitch!

    ReplyDelete
  51. Fred
    He's
    My Dog
    He has Spots
    He sleeps like a log
    He likes his chicken served in pots

    ReplyDelete
  52. Anonymous6:56 AM

    sex
    drugs
    rock, roll
    to much work
    what does it matter?
    you have a pc on the net

    ReplyDelete
  53. Anonymous7:00 AM

    Beans,
    beans
    Magic fruit.
    More you eat,
    more you seem to toot,
    and by toot I mean wild pants geese

    ReplyDelete
  54. Anonymous7:02 AM

    Bush
    Told
    The Truth
    The Weapons
    Were being designed
    The plans and components were found

    ReplyDelete
  55. Anonymous7:02 AM

    Work
    Sucks
    too much
    to be worth
    all my precious time
    just for a little bit of green

    ReplyDelete
  56. Anonymous7:18 AM

    Ring
    Ring
    Ring Ring
    Ring Ring Ring
    A Bananaphone
    Aneurysms are a bad thing

    ReplyDelete
  57. Anonymous7:31 AM

    Macs
    Rock
    My world
    Do the Dew
    And do not be late

    ---

    Hate
    Love
    God chose
    Only Son
    To die on a cross
    For the remission of our sins

    ---

    Nerds
    Win
    Every
    Great contest
    Dealing with money

    ---

    Oh
    My
    Milkshake
    Brings all the
    Boys to the yard, I
    Could show you, but I'd have to charge

    ---

    With
    Great
    Liesure
    I write this
    While sitting at desk

    ---

    More
    Pop
    Culture
    Destructive
    To conversation

    ReplyDelete
  58. Anonymous7:32 AM

    A-
    lone.
    Alone!
    Like poor old
    Eleanor Rigby.
    I make rhymes with Fibonnaci.

    ReplyDelete
  59. Anonymous7:38 AM

    One.
    One.
    Two two.
    Three three three.
    Five five five five five.
    Eight.. you get the picture by now.

    ReplyDelete
  60. Anonymous7:40 AM

    Duck
    Truck
    You suck
    Pass the buck
    Sift thru all the muck
    Doesn't rhyme well but who gives a

    ReplyDelete
  61. Anonymous7:44 AM

    Who
    Wins
    West Wing
    Tense Moments
    Vinick or Santos
    Who really gives a damn? I do!

    ReplyDelete
  62. Anonymous7:47 AM

    Grief.
    Pain.
    What's life?
    Then there's love.
    Time will be wasted.
    How will you spend your time today?

    ReplyDelete
  63. Anonymous7:50 AM

    You've
    Been
    Hit Now
    By Slashdot
    Congradulations

    ReplyDelete
  64. Anonymous7:50 AM



    書く
    の好き…
    数学は
    私の愛人



    かく
    のすき…
    すうがくは
    わたしのあいじん

    shi
    wo
    kaku
    no suki...
    sugaku ha
    watashi no aijin

    "I like writing poetry, but mathematics is my lover."

    ReplyDelete
  65. Anonymous7:50 AM

    You
    All
    Sound like
    William
    William Shatner
    Captain Kirk of the Enterprise

    ReplyDelete
  66. Anonymous7:57 AM

    Start
    Run
    Google
    Poetry
    Fibonacci Search
    So why is this page not on top?

    ReplyDelete
  67. Anonymous7:58 AM

    Math,
    Great,
    Sublime,
    Pedagogue.
    Underlying form.
    Reveal to us hidden secrets.

    ReplyDelete
  68. Anonymous8:12 AM

    Yes!
    Tits.
    Boobies...
    Across street...
    Need binoculars!!!
    What? I was talking about birds...

    ReplyDelete
  69. Anonymous8:15 AM

    Drunk,
    Still...
    fired up;
    however,
    I can make my point
    tomorrow from the bathroom floor.

    ReplyDelete
  70. Anonymous8:22 AM

    Yes
    Queen
    Pink Floyd
    King Crimson
    Jefferson Airplane
    and Emerson, Lake and Palmer

    ReplyDelete
  71. Anonymous8:25 AM

    that
    was
    cool when
    we killed that
    frog. he will not croak
    again. huh huh huh m huh huh

    ReplyDelete
  72. Anonymous8:31 AM

    We go,
    sometimes,
    down to the park
    to feed the ducks some bread
    but when we run out of food they get mad

    2/2/4/6/10
    Its still a fib =]
    -nexxuz

    ReplyDelete
  73. Anonymous8:43 AM

    Four,
    Eight,
    Fifteen,
    Sixteen, Twenty Three,
    uh,oh...I forgot the last one.

    Locke?
    Jack?
    Hurley?
    Anyone?
    I can't remember.
    I need the last number right now.
    (Don't worry, I will remember it again real soon)

    ReplyDelete
  74. Sweet
    First
    Ever
    National
    Championship for
    Florida Gators! Go UF!

    ReplyDelete
  75. Anonymous8:48 AM

    bollywood-esque take on a fib:
    --------
    yeh
    dil
    mera
    jaaneman
    tere liye hai
    par tujhe khabar nahi hai!

    [this heart of mine, beloved, is for you, but you don't have a clue!]

    ReplyDelete
  76. Anonymous9:05 AM

    One,
    one,
    then two,
    then three more,
    plus another five,
    and eight more make a fib poem. Dig?

    ReplyDelete
  77. Anonymous9:06 AM

    I
    Click
    On An
    Underlined
    Link On Slash Dot And Find This Page

    This
    Is
    So Cool
    Radical
    I Think So Because
    Rhyming Is Mathematical

    ;) -Axe

    ReplyDelete
  78. Anonymous9:19 AM

    Spring.
    Cold.
    I don't
    understand?
    If Spring is so cold
    Then shouldn't winter be more warm?

    ReplyDelete
  79. Anonymous9:20 AM

    Grammer mistake in that last one. SORRY!

    It should be:

    Spring.
    Cold.
    I don't
    understand?
    If Spring is so cold
    Then shouldn't winter be warmer?

    ReplyDelete
  80. Anonymous9:26 AM

    Tough
    Jack
    Bauer
    C.T.U.
    In Los Angeles
    Drama such as this, you can't miss

    ReplyDelete
  81. Anonymous9:26 AM

    Bang
    Bang
    And then
    The smoke fades
    The rat has been slain.
    Leave the gun, take the cannoli.

    ReplyDelete
  82. Anonymous9:27 AM

    Please
    Please
    Math Month
    Geeks only
    This is baloney
    Poetry by my math design
    Much better than Tan, Sin, or Cos

    ReplyDelete
  83. Fib

    a

    poem

    syllables

    come from mathamatics

    It's a fibonacci sequence

    and you can take it as far as your heart desires.

    Though after seven lines it really becomes more like prose than poetry, don't you think?

    ReplyDelete
  84. Anonymous9:47 AM

    LATERALUS (Credits to Tool)

    Black
    then
    white are
    all I see
    in my infancy,
    red and yellow then came to be
    reaching out to me,
    lets me see.
    As below, so above and beyond, I imagine,
    drawn beyond the lines of reason,
    push the envelope
    watch it bend

    ReplyDelete
  85. Anonymous9:49 AM

    my
    new
    stupid
    computer
    can't seem to connect
    to any other computers

    ReplyDelete
  86. Anonymous10:01 AM

    Did
    You
    Know that
    The Hiku
    Poem started as
    A drinking game with wooden ducks?

    ReplyDelete
  87. Anonymous10:12 AM

    dead
    thread
    bean said
    all will have read
    until it's stuck inside your head
    fibonacci poems don't have to rhyme all the time

    ReplyDelete
  88. I
    am
    again
    hungover
    and class is at one
    Damn slashdot and all of its fun

    ReplyDelete
  89. Anonymous10:36 AM

    So
    Dark
    A spark
    Bright as day
    Guide me on my way
    Protect me until morning hark

    ReplyDelete
  90. Anonymous10:36 AM

    Nerd.
    Geek.
    Driven.
    Code Poet.
    I am all of these.
    I can code anything with time.
    And while it may seem like hard work, I’ll love each minute.

    ReplyDelete
  91. Anonymous10:40 AM

    WoW
    Down
    crashed hard
    World Server
    Stuck on the Auth. screen
    Now I will have to go outside!

    ReplyDelete
  92. Anonymous10:50 AM

    me.
    you.
    simple.
    confusion.
    friendship endures still.
    what will happen from this point on?

    ReplyDelete
  93. Anonymous10:54 AM

    All 7 letters:

    Deutsch
    through
    Balkans
    Germany
    UKandUS
    WWIcrap

    ReplyDelete
  94. Anonymous10:56 AM

    Another from Slashdot:

    Po-
    et-
    ry real-
    ly should nev-
    er be written ex-
    clusively by geeks on a for-
    um such as slashdot. They tend to really sound horrib-

    ReplyDelete
  95. Anonymous10:56 AM

    One.
    One.
    Then Two.
    Three is next.
    Five, of course, comes next.
    Then Eight. It's getting hard to do.
    Next is D. We are counting in Hex - this is slashdot!

    ReplyDelete
  96. Anonymous10:59 AM

    A python program, written as a Fib, that produces the first 20 Fibonacci numbers

    try:
    ....foo
    except:
    ....print "Display"
    ....print "Fibonacci"
    ....count = prevcount = 1
    ....while prevcount <= 7000:
    ........print prevcount ; count, prevcount = count + prevcount, count

    ReplyDelete
  97. Anonymous11:07 AM

    stars.
    moon.
    ocean.
    all awash in pale moonlight.
    when magic is most powerful.

    ReplyDelete
  98. Anonymous11:13 AM

    C
    D
    ED
    BD B?
    S A B. R U?
    M A ED BD B 2!

    ReplyDelete
  99. Anonymous11:14 AM

    Kid
    Store
    Candy
    Choosing
    Debating
    At last! Delicious!
    Perfectly paired words...Succulent!

    ReplyDelete
  100. Anonymous11:15 AM

    All
    Talk
    Smalltalk
    Edited
    For content, time
    Communication
    Precise, descriptive, technical

    ReplyDelete
  101. Anonymous11:16 AM

    Night.
    Bike.
    Too dark.
    Much too fast.
    Didn't see the curb.
    Road rash is not pleasurable.

    ReplyDelete
  102. Anonymous11:33 AM

    Bad?
    Yeah,
    Baby!
    Milkshake, Boom!
    Surf's up, space ponies!
    Making gravy without the lumps!

    ReplyDelete
  103. Anonymous11:34 AM

    Try
    this:
    write a
    poem with
    Fibonacci lines
    and then post it on this forum.
    Once you get far enough along, you won't notice it.
    It's just like posting a regular, pointless comment except it looks like a poem.

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  104. Anonymous11:56 AM

    notes.
    words.
    music.
    soothes the soul.
    classical, jazz, soul
    hauntingly beautiful pieces.

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  105. Anonymous11:57 AM

    Black Lab

    come.
    COME.
    drop it.
    Brodie - OUT!
    please drop it Brodie
    Jesus man!..AARGH..Drop the frisbee!
    fine, screw you. you don't want to play? I know you want to.
    c'mon - the frisbee.
    just let go.
    open up.
    hey!
    please?

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  106. Anonymous12:08 PM

    Well.

    So

    Right is

    wrong, wrong is

    right, and nothing else

    makes more sense. At least nothing that

    matters. Til you read it skipping every other line.

    But first make sure that you start by skipping the next line first and then you will know it all

    I'm impressed, you've made it this far. Don't give up now. Read the next line up, go all up then all down. Don't forget to skip them still. You'll be done soon.

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  107. Anonymous12:11 PM

    drip
    drip
    ker-splash
    Snow melting
    outside my window
    sings of spring more sweetly than song.

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  108. Anonymous12:12 PM

    type.
    keys.
    sticky.
    click, click, cli...
    A, B, C, D, EEEEEEE...
    food bits, spilled coffee...latex gloves

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  109. Anonymous12:43 PM

    Green
    Eggs
    and Ham
    Sam I Am
    I like this book but
    I do not like that Sam I Am

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  110. Anonymous12:47 PM

    Slash
    Dot
    links you.
    I click it.
    Fibs fill me with joy.
    Now I can not stop writing Fibs.

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  111. Anonymous12:55 PM

    Loud
    Bright
    Rub Eyes
    Now awake
    Dorothy then thinks
    "What fresh hell will this day bring me?"

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  112. Anonymous12:58 PM

    so does this make all of us fibers?

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  113. Anonymous1:17 PM

    For a Whole Week Straight

    Eggs,
    cheese,
    avocado,
    tortillas.
    Egg tacos for lunch.
    Breakfast really, but kind of late.
    It's Terra's new favorite, and I have to agree.
    It's a pretty quick meal to make.
    But the best part is,
    if done right,
    it's de-
    -lic
    -ious!

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  114. Fibs
    Words
    Ordered
    in sequence:
    not interesting
    to me. Wait. Maybe this one is.

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  115. Anonymous1:56 PM

    Push.
    Grunt.
    Force It.
    Here it comes.
    The turd drops. Ker-splash.
    Ahh, that feels good. Smells like hell though.

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  116. Anonymous2:00 PM

    one
    one
    one two
    one two three
    one two three four five
    one two three four five six sev...crap


    I
    read
    Douglas
    Hofstadter's
    Godel, Escher, Bach:
    An Eternal Golden Brai-duh

    (it was close)

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  117. Anonymous2:09 PM

    מי
    זה?
    אולי
    מחבל!
    הוא רוצה למות?
    אני שמח לעזור

    I'm still learning Hebrew but I think that makes sense...here's a phonetic version.

    Mi
    zeh?
    Oolie (rhymes with "pie")
    Mechabel!
    Hoo rotzeh l'moot?
    Ani shameach laazohr

    And here's a rough translation:

    Who's
    This?
    Maybe
    A terrorist!
    He wants to die?
    I'm happy to help.

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  118. Anonymous2:10 PM

    Hmm in regard to that previous one, I did not mean to imply that I would kill or advocate killing someone on a "maybe"... :-/

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  119. Anonymous3:07 PM

    Fibs
    Would
    No Doubt
    Appeal to
    Christopher Walken...

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  120. Anonymous3:14 PM

    Light
    Bright
    So Hot
    Melting Face
    Inside, outside light
    Bright pain and smell of burning flesh

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  121. red
    wine
    downspout
    liberate
    the bag from its cage
    free your mind on Franzia time

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  122. Anonymous3:41 PM

    Fight
    Plight
    No sight
    This dead dream
    I had a relapse
    It contained no apparent seam
    A recourse is the only solution to this hell
    It is a test, a game of sorts, a plot of self worth, the strong will survive, the weak will perish

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  123. Anonymous3:44 PM

    The
    Red
    State's Bush:
    Traitorous liar;
    Mindless robotic toy of Rove

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  124. Anonymous4:20 PM

    Brush
    Touch
    Shy look
    Then, once more
    Now deliberate
    What took us so long to begin?

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  125. Anonymous4:20 PM

    facts
    law
    questions
    argument
    objection, counsel!
    has the jury reached a verdict?

    ReplyDelete
  126. Anonymous4:20 PM

    Vai

    Prá

    Puta

    que pariu bundão

    Vai tomá no meio do cú

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  127. Anonymous4:23 PM

    rain
    fog
    dreary
    afternoon
    on Opening Day
    welcome to the Boys of Summer

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  128. Anonymous4:32 PM

    Zuele
    Rules
    Dana's
    Mania
    This chick's not so tough
    Do not think of Mr. Staypuft

    ReplyDelete
  129. Anonymous4:36 PM

    A
    times
    A plus
    B times B
    is C times C for
    the sides of a right triangle

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  130. Anonymous4:51 PM

    All
    boys
    can dance,
    e'en fat geeks.
    Here, I jump kick, leap.
    March now, one pace. Quick: run, spin, twirl!

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  131. Anonymous5:09 PM

    Fibs
    are
    easy
    if you are
    a politician.
    How do you spell hypocrisy?

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  132. Out
    Of
    Control
    Feminine
    Manipulative
    Pain is her friend and she loves it!

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  133. Anonymous5:31 PM

    Spock!
    Bones!
    I am
    out of air
    I think I'll die here
    Unless the writer disagrees

    ReplyDelete
  134. Anonymous5:39 PM

    PCs
    Macs
    Frequently Asked
    Dont know what to do.
    I think either one is good for you.

    ReplyDelete
  135. This is some extraordinary stuff here today. As if this wasn't enough, here's today's post with links to OTHER places there's Fibbery.

    Rock.
    On.
    Fibbers!

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  136. Code
    In
    Dot Net
    Use C Sharp
    Pick an IDE
    I use Visual Studio

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  137. Anonymous6:09 PM

    God
    spoke:
    "I am."
    Then, he wrote
    His cosmos in the
    alphabet of mathematics.

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  138. But
    wait!
    There is
    Java too.
    Bill Gates, Don't forget
    J2EE competes with you.

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  139. Anonymous6:21 PM

    The German Guns

    Boom
    Boom
    Boom Boom
    Boom Boom Boom
    Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom
    Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom

    (apologies to Baldrick)

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  140. Anonymous7:48 PM

    1
    1
    2 3
    5 8 yay
    13 21 yay
    34 55 89 toche

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  141. Anonymous7:52 PM

    I
    Can't
    Holster
    My shotgun
    Get girls for some fun
    Hit a sheriff, go on a run
    Hijacked plane, toyed with the crew, fled far from the CIA hunt

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  142. Anonymous8:15 PM

    Ring
    Ring
    Ring ring
    Ring ring ring
    Bananaphone, ding
    Dong ding dong ding dong ding [BLAM] [Thud]

    ReplyDelete
  143. Anonymous8:29 PM

    This one is dedicated to my dog...

    Good
    Boy
    Driftwood
    Survived Katrina
    I am pleased we found each other.

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  144. Anonymous10:18 PM

    Fibs
    Lies?
    Not these!
    We're talkin'
    Math sequence poems
    Creativity with constraints.

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  145. Anonymous10:38 PM

    Cow
    Yum
    Likely
    Number one
    But I like smoked eel
    And other things that don't congeal

    ---

    Bed
    Sleep
    Tired
    Endless sheep
    Lids close with no dream
    I might as well get some ice cream

    ---

    Work
    Suck
    Ball Sack
    Dangle Doom
    Where did that come from
    I never saw that-OH MY GOD!

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  147. Anonymous5:23 AM

    Poetry with Fibonacci sequence,
    Can make my mood really tense;
    Using maths in poetry,
    Is not not my cup of tea,
    Will stick to my Limerick nonsense.

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  148. Anonymous7:41 AM

    Futility

    Not
    Free
    Software?
    SCO
    Tries to sue Linux
    Through IBM but they will fail.

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  149. Anonymous8:26 AM

    firm
    fast
    fixed
    immobile
    imperterbable

    ReplyDelete
  150. Anonymous9:03 AM

    am
    do
    can could
    should might must
    would shall will did was

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  151. Anonymous6:30 PM

    The
    Best.
    I am!
    None Better...
    Geeks shun my leet skillz.
    All will bow down to me someday,
    Worshipping me, the great master of humility.

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  152. Anonymous12:07 AM

    "Fibs"
    are
    not lies.
    They are a
    kind of poetry
    using Fibonacci numbers!

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  153. Anonymous7:36 AM

    Cool.
    Poems.
    Based On
    f of n.
    Dance of the rabbits,
    rhyme the Fibonacci numbers,
    f of n minus one plus f of n minus 2.

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  154. Anonymous5:17 PM

    >> Bush
    >> lied.
    >> Saddam
    >> never had
    >> W.M.D.
    >> 3,000 U.S. troops have died.
    >> That is the same number that died on 9/11.
    >> Can't pull out, we made our bed and now must lie in it. But impeach that son of a bitch!

    > Bush
    > Told
    > The Truth
    > The Weapons
    > Were being designed
    > The plans and components were found


    Yanks.
    Brits.
    At war.
    Just for plans?
    It's because of oil!
    Which country doesn't have bomb plans?

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  155. Anonymous6:26 PM

    L33T
    SP34K
    L00KS 0DD
    HAXX0R TR1BE
    SET US UP TEH B0MB
    ALL Y0UR B4SE 4RE BELONG T0 US

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  156. Just for visiting mine, and challenging me...

    Word.
    Sounds.
    Combine.
    Plurality.
    Of what do I speak?
    E pluribus unum: dipthong.

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  157. Anonymous12:17 PM

    Here's a fib in french based on letters combined with a reverse fib (fib^-1 ?).

    Anémiée
    Trop ravageuse
    On simplifie, rectifie
    Salue et puis oublie, organite étourdi
    Je me galbe à toi
    Et reçoit l'âme du temps
    egien aL
    Seul, me suffit

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  158. Anonymous2:46 PM

    0
    1
    Light!
    It´s done.
    That is Life!
    Yes, sharp as a knife.
    With a butter-smack on the edge:
    So be careful and taste it without cutting your flesh.

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  159. I
    am
    a bit
    late to this
    poetry party
    math-based lyrics, nature's meter

    ReplyDelete
  160. Anonymous12:40 PM

    More
    Bombs
    Will fall
    Before George
    Tumbles off his wall
    Berating gravity and gound

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  161. Anonymous8:52 AM

    "Why
    I
    Ought'a..."
    replied Moe,
    and left us hanging,
    as if stooges ought to know the rest.

    www.zeiglerglass.com
    Lexington, KY 40505

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  162. Anonymous11:06 AM

    Munch
    Lunch
    Can’t stop
    Eating rules!
    Getting much too fat
    Have to go on a strict diet.

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  163. Anonymous1:15 PM

    Nurse
    Burp
    Diaper
    Heaving yawn
    And then (we pray) sleep
    Her mother: so thrilled, so tired

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  164. Anonymous12:30 PM

    I love this stuph--I'm a math teacher, and I'm sponsoring a Math Poetry Contest for my students--this fits perfectly!

    Why not bend the syllable structure rules? For example, a generalized Fibonacci sequence follows the same rule as the normal Fibonacci sequence (add together two consecutive numbers to get the next one) but you can start with any two numbers you want. e.g. 2,1,3,4,7,11 or 2,2,4,6,10,(16? too long?).

    You could also play with subtractive or multiplicative patterns for the syllable rule: 11,7,4,3,1 or 1,2,2,4,8. Or how about tribonacci sequences, which depend on 3 starting numbers: like 1,1,1,3,5,9 or 1,1,2,4,7,13.

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  165. Anonymous7:07 PM

    One
    Eight
    Zero
    Solutions
    Spyware purveyor
    Your PC is now infected

    ReplyDelete
  166. Anonymous7:54 AM

    Great.
    Swell!
    I can't
    wait to tell
    the world about
    my interview. It went so well!

    ReplyDelete
  167. Anonymous1:13 AM

    This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

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  168. Anonymous3:10 AM

    such
    great
    music
    Nirvana
    bit miserable
    that will be courtney love i guess

    our
    love
    is like
    the summer
    always nice and warm
    and a day an last forever

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  169. Anonymous3:13 AM

    this is such good fun!!!

    more
    than
    one way
    to live here
    we can live in peace
    or have wars and kill each other

    ReplyDelete
  170. Anonymous10:49 PM

    1. cool

    1. fact!

    2. origin

    3. of fibbery,

    5. really was fibs itself.

    8. twenty five thousand years later..

    13. from sanskrit prosody; and it has come to a full circle.

    21. reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fibonacci_number

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  171. Anonymous7:11 PM

    I
    used
    to like
    Japanese
    Haiku but I like
    the Golden Proportion of Fibs.

    http://lefthandandcolorblind.blogspot.com

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  172. Anonymous7:53 PM

    The
    Weak
    Haiku
    Does not match
    The power of the
    Superior and clever Fib

    ReplyDelete
  173. Hi Gregory,
    I came across this and found it fascinatiing.
    Here is my first attempt...
    http://iamnovip.blogspot.com/2006/04/fibs.html
    Thanks
    Karthik

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  174. Anonymous11:32 AM

    such
    great
    music
    nirvana
    lil miserable
    certainly country love for him

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  175. Anonymous10:21 AM

    Moth
    Big
    Furry
    Phopia?
    I will admit it
    I am deathly afraid of them

    It may not be masterful, but I thought I'd give it a shot!

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  176. Anonymous10:11 PM

    Fibonacci Sequence Poem from Las Vegas!

    Home,
    Lake,
    Vegas,
    Luxury,
    Platinum Service,
    Real Estate Investing Call Now,
    Realtors Henderson Summerlin Condos Financing

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  177. Anonymous10:41 AM

    Odd...I just realized that WTF has more syllables than What the F*%$. I meant the second one; WTF actually has 5 syllables. Sorry :P

    ReplyDelete
  178. Anonymous11:56 AM

    my
    girl
    Ashley
    is a blonde
    who acts like a blonde
    she is smart some of the time.

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  179. Anonymous1:08 PM

    I
    once
    dreaming
    saw my God
    in the buzzing of leaves
    on a radiant golden tree.

    He
    was
    the force
    that causes
    electrons to spin
    around a stationary core.

    Yet
    now
    I think
    and therefore
    do not put my faith
    in waking visions from my past.

    So
    long
    ago
    my teen self
    trusted in a truth;
    a leap my senior brain can't make.

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  180. Anonymous1:16 PM

    (corrected 188)
    I
    once
    dreaming
    saw my God
    in the buzzing leaves
    of a radiant golden tree.

    He
    was
    the force
    that causes
    electrons to spin
    around a stationary core.

    Yet
    now
    I think,
    and therefore
    do not put my faith
    in waking visions from my past.

    So
    long
    ago
    my teen self
    trusted in a truth;
    a leap my senior brain can’t make.

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  181. For those just coming to Fibbery now (or really, for anyone), please note that there are links on the right hand side of the blog to many other posts here with fine Fibbing. And in those posts, you'll find links to other places with Fibs, too.

    Fib on!

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  182. 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.

    ReplyDelete
  183. Anonymous2:45 PM

    M
    And
    Ms. Mmmm.
    Melt in mouth,
    But not in your hands.
    Please note: also melt in washer.

    ReplyDelete
  184. Anonymous4:22 PM

    In-
    side
    ev'ry
    fib waits a
    truth to be told. Come
    out, come out, wherever you are.

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  185. Anonymous5:10 PM

    I
    Love
    Penguins!
    They are my
    obsession. so cute
    wonderful, cuddly and gorgeous!

    ReplyDelete
  186. Anonymous12:20 AM

    Mind rings alive at 3am
    Myth recognized; true
    All kings men
    Ever
    4
    gAin

    -Dean

    ReplyDelete
  187. My sister and I love dabbling in poetry. She sent me to your page so I could discover "Fibs." They're really neat! I think I'm going to have a lot of fun Fibbing. I know my mom taught me better than that... but I can't resist. :D :D
    Looks like you've made Fibbing quite popular!

    ReplyDelete
  188. Anonymous8:45 AM

    Ants
    Can’t
    Wear pants
    When they dance.
    Plus I’ve heard the news
    They never put on dancing shoes.

    ReplyDelete
  189. When i use firefox, after a while a window with Chinese text appears and freezes the firefox window?

    ReplyDelete
  190. I
    love
    form of
    poetry
    it's a brain teaser
    like filling a cross word puzzle


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  191. 1 One 1
    2 One 1
    3 Two Three 2
    4 and Five Eight 3
    5 Thirteen Twenty One 5
    6 Thirty Four Fifty Five , add these: 8
    7 Thirty Four plus Fifty Five add up to Eighty Nine! 13
    8 A meta-fib (compliant with the rules) that's hard to dismiss on a technicality 21

    Total number of syllables = 54

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