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The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson
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I felt a sneeze - as big as God
Form in - back of - my Nose
Yet being - without - a Handkerchief
I Panicked quite - and froze
Sneeze I must - yet sneeze - must not
Dilemma - made - me grieve
Happy then - a single Bee
Saw me - use - my sleeve
Well all right, I did not read every one of the 25,678 but certainly a fair number. You know when she died they found she'd stuffed poems everywhere in her house, up the chimney, down her knickers, tied in little "packets" onto her dogs' hindquarters, someone cut a slice of a loaf of bread to make a sandwich and another 25 poems fell out. I think Emily would have made a great drug mule if she'd have lived another 120 years. Although she may have found a serious conflict between her intense religious convictions and the large amount of cash she would have made, not to mention the radical change of lifestyle.
There's - a certain - slant of - light
On - winter afternoons
That makes - you feel - high
Like - those - small - mushrooms
I put - a poem - in my pants
Then sitting - by an Eternal Lake
My poem - seemed - to speak aloud
"Lay off - the Battenburg - cake"
Form in - back of - my Nose
Yet being - without - a Handkerchief
I Panicked quite - and froze
Sneeze I must - yet sneeze - must not
Dilemma - made - me grieve
Happy then - a single Bee
Saw me - use - my sleeve
Well all right, I did not read every one of the 25,678 but certainly a fair number. You know when she died they found she'd stuffed poems everywhere in her house, up the chimney, down her knickers, tied in little "packets" onto her dogs' hindquarters, someone cut a slice of a loaf of bread to make a sandwich and another 25 poems fell out. I think Emily would have made a great drug mule if she'd have lived another 120 years. Although she may have found a serious conflict between her intense religious convictions and the large amount of cash she would have made, not to mention the radical change of lifestyle.
There's - a certain - slant of - light
On - winter afternoons
That makes - you feel - high
Like - those - small - mushrooms
I put - a poem - in my pants
Then sitting - by an Eternal Lake
My poem - seemed - to speak aloud
"Lay off - the Battenburg - cake"
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People will keep finding new shelves and arguing about the meaning of their titles, especially the Beatles one, because no-one will listen to the Beatles any more and they will think it must contain drug references.
I like the poems Jude and Praj have referred to.

I nearly soil myself whenever I read your reviews!
Thank you for sharing your wit and humor!



But nay - in truth I jest
Had I to choose - between the two
Your version, sir - is best


I love the hearty, square-dancy effect this gives to "Because I could not stop for Death..."

I love the hearty, square-dancy effect this gives to "Because I could not stop for Death...""
That's true, isn't it!? Well I'll be dipped...

Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for meeee
By jings, it could be a hit.

I know you're dead and all, but I was wondering if anyone at your company would like my song. It's got everything - Emily Dickinson, Bruce Springsteen, Meatloaf, Haruki Murakami, the Shangri-Las. Phil Spector said, if we could get him out of jail, he'd love to produce it.
The Carriage Held But Just Ourselves
It's a town full of losers
And a street full of boozers
So Jane asks what's my problem
Can't she see I'm one of them?
I've been living at the bottom of a well
I've gotta escape like a bat out of hell
In the night I can let off a little steam
So I mount my suicide machine
Embrace the runaway American Dream
Except I didn't hear the sirens scream
I was thinking of Jane's glossy pout
When she cried, "Look out! Look out!"
Because I could not stop for death
He kindly stopped for me
I was the leader of the pack
But now I'm gone.

I know you're dead and all, but I was wondering if anyone at your company would like my song. It's got everything - Emily Dickinson, Bruce Springsteen, Meatloaf, Haruki Murakami, th..."
It's got a good beat, but you can't dance to it...

Ha ha. They'll have to fix that in "post".

Ha ha. They'll have to fix that in "post"."
I nominate Kate to make a video of Emily Post set to Yellow Rose of Texas and up load it to youtube... maybe with a 10 gallon hat, Emily Post spinster dress, and snakeskin boots...

Mashed-up with Missy Elliot's "Get Ur Freak On"

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thanks paul. fun stuff!

I'd fly up in the sky-
-and sing unto the little birds
A simple lullaby-
-If you will give me smelly socks
I'd cut them into shreds-
-And tie them into little bows
Of ribbons for your head-
Alright, ok, no more post on this for me.


Paul wrote: "thanks Megan - I'm surprised I haven't been attacked by hoards of furious Emily fans. But maybe they think she's worth a parody too. There's a recent biopic which I must see. I wonder what ED would have thought of it.
Anyone with a soft spot for poetry and poets like yourself would have loved it.
Anyone with a soft spot for poetry and poets like yourself would have loved it.
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
’T is the majority
In this, as all, prevails.
Assent, and you are sane;
Demur,—you ’re straightway dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
or drug fantasies, apparently.