October 17, 2004
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My new computer won’t start. A CD is stuck
FIXED IT THANKS TO ICQ TO MY SON IN DERBYSHIRE!
I could allegorize: And then did.
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Mummy buried my goldfish yesterday,
It was floating on top of the bowl
“It’s dead” Mummy said, I cried “I know”
And that is really all I want to say.
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Sophie Lucy Morgan (aged nine.)
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I am part of yesterday,
I am not of tomorrow.
I am of what I was,
I will never be what I could be,
I can only be within the past
There is no future for me.
I am what I was,
There can be no other way,
I can not be anything but
What I was when it was yesterday.
I am not here right now,
I am a nothing in a nowhere,
Yesterday will be my whole life
And tomorrow I will not be here.
Do not worry where I have gone,
Do not fill your heart with sorrow,
For today I have found out at last
I will not be here tomorrow.
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The Poet Known as “Empty Chairs”
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A Funny Way To Die.
I found myself in the soup
Floating among the leeks,
Trying to remember what I’d done
In these past few weeks.
It must have been the drugs I took
That resigned me to this fate
But it hardly matters anymore
For I am on a man’s plate.
Now I am on his spoon
So I have to say goodbye.
I have lived a funny life, and found
A funnier way to die.
—
Three-Headed Sarahs’
Comments (55)
of course you’re clever…that’s why they made you lord of pineapples…:o)
rough…
I’m only 17 and I already miss being little so much. I’d do almost anything to be a little kid again.
~V
I am glad you have a new computer up and running, lucky for you!!
These are interesting poems… The second one is very cool. I dont understand how you come up with these ideas but they are all really wonderful. I think you have a very creative brain, that’s true!!
Empty chairs brings something new
I do not know if I should be laughing at the last poem but it seemed to be a little funny due to the rhyming scheme. The first one is nice as well. Empty chairs is a friend of yours? Great journal as usual.
The second one is so depressing, but very beautiful.
are the sarahs fooling or did someone really eat them for dinner…?
That poor man probably tastes good with worsterschire sauce.
OH, yeah, that ICQ took down one of my computers too. Good luck with it.
Yes, I have been busy but I finally had some time to update. I think reading others is more enjoyable though.
poor gold fish! i hope sophie gets anyone one lol.
god i miss being that age, i can pretend and day dream but its never the same. =)
once again you have tickled my mind with candy =)
Are you really as ill as you make out ,do you always tell the truth about yourself, i just wonder how you can be so many different people ,i find it difficult to just be myself and write, is it because you are so clever? sorry a lot of asks but I have never really understood you. Cheers Marj
ICQ and cell phones work the distance. Goodnight dear Lord Pineapple.
Empty Chairs and Empty Tables. Just love that song, from Les Miz. Thanks for reminding me.
A new computer? I am so jealous!
The world is changed, we need now the friends of ours son to help us.
I wonder if a fish should be buried on land or on the ocean or river or lake.
Have a nice day
Dear Terry,
Perhaps now is a good time to get a new computer. Processing speeds have evened out a bit, and now the manufacturers seem to be concentrating on integrating the PC with the Home Entertainment center, which should have been happening all along. I have two computers in the “graveyard”, and my last “new” purchase was in 2001. I only started computing in 1998! The “Empty Chairs” poem is interesting, but I really like the “Three Sarahs” poem, which reminds me of all those “world in a fingernail” thoughts which drugs induced back in the 60s and 70s.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet,philosopher,fool
Ryc: No, you don’t sound arrogant, you sound fit! I know it wasn’t a long distance, but when you’re not expecting it, it’s kind of surprising!
Enjoyed the poems!
nice postings LORD I AM going to eat fresh pineapple today i had my SON get me a fresh one yesterday i love the way the juices drip down my chin & it is such a sunny color have anice day magi ha ha ha
Your algorizing paid off thans to that dead computer some of your best came to the forefront. Damn dead computers can create some real depression here and poor Empty Chairs had a tremendous bout of it. I am so glad for a brother on ICQ and for keeping more than a single computer. I am a firm believe in that one, back up computers and I’ll be Empty Chairs is as well. Possibly he will recogninze some tomorrows.
I am hearing more and more concerning a virus in here. I have not seen any indication of it and am thinking it was a script put into pages just to be funny but one high jacked a friend so am not really sure of what is going on.
Regards,
Wit, Irony, enchanting brilliance~The more I read your work, the more I appreciate all of the above~
Peace~
Postscript: Fitch is a mountain preacher done gone crazy~Trontby is the ruminating clergyman who buried Eleanor Rigby. I think I’d prefer the latter, too, but what do you do, ey? Needed a madman and Fitch jumped out of the hat. You are so cool, Lord Pineapple~really, truly, madly you are~
Hey. You don’t know me, but I saw a question that you posed at my friend Hira’s (fedupoftoys) Xanga about Muslims on the South pole. Realistically? He’d move. Simple as that. Because if there was constant daylight, he’d basically be fasting for the entire thirty days straight with no reprieve or break. And that would be starvation, which is in no way mandated or condoned in Islam. Perhaps condoned isn’t the right word, but I’m hoping you know what I mean – that Islam as a religion would never permit one of its followers to starve. I guess the rest of the terms for that arrangement are between God and the individual himself.
sad facts simply said – peace
Empty Chairs is amazing! Congrats on the new puter! I’m so jealous!
A Funny Way to Die! My God if EE Cummings wouldn’t have been proud to call this poem his own.
I would like to use this poem in the funeral program when I die. May I?
Pete
Hey,
random propZ ^^
btw…I like ur little poem up there!*
nice site
~*Sazzy*~
awwww…poor goldfish…i am a sentimental fool, i miss my fish when they die:(
the second poem was great!!!!!!!!
Truly enjoyed them all this week! Poor Sophie, and her goldfish…did he have a name?
Still trying to figure out what yesterday/tomorrow is about…time? Not sure, I was never very good at themes. Loved “A Funny Way to Die”, made me giggle and think about my daughter the klutz…I could see her doing that…lol
i really wonder what the rest of what you were saying would have been.
and my way with words comes only from learning little to nothing in school, well other then how to painting windows and picking up the chok and clapping erasers.
but thank you still for being ever so kind, it helps make my day and shape how the sun shines.
I am not here right now, but I don’t think I am sharing a bowl with leeks. However, when one is in the throes of grading, one never knows what is going on. I like all three of these, but especially the soup one.
I love these. They’re brilliant. It’s interesting. Did you string them together for a reason? They seem to share a kind of vagueness to them. I do love that you can create these characters and really follow through in their voices.
Do you write fiction? I have been thinking about writing a play based to some degree on my ex-boyfriend. And I was thinking I wanted to give it to him and have him fill in responses to things I said inside of what I’ve written. But he’s working on a film right now. He’s got no time for things that are not profitable.
I am very much looking forward to seeing what kind of work I can scrounge up for myself now that I’m unemployed. Then I can begin writing on the side and getting paid for it. That is really what I want to do. Badly. I’m sick of Corporate America. I never wanted to be there and now I doubly don’t.
I am really hoping that I get accepted into a teaching fellows program sponsored by the city of New York. I would have little vacations during the year and two months off in the summer to pursue my creative endeavors.
By the way, I have written something similar to the second one. At least the “voice” is similar. But I rarely post my poetry on my site partly because I want to do something with many of them. I think if I put my mind to it, I can put together a little collection of poems and sell it on Amazon.
So tell me how did you end up being a store clerk, Terry?
Computer up, computer down all seems fitting for a clowne in need of exercise or computer in need of exorcism whichever fits at the time.
DVD stuck in drawers, a very funny thought if you think on it.
Goldfish are meant for toilet bowls as the scales and fins act as tiny scrubbers. It makes for easier days for tired house wives.
So, which is it, you am or not am to day or tomorrow or maybe never to begin with? Seems difficult to never have been and yet write so intriguing a poem. I liked it as I have much the same feeling at times but not often and maybe never except for yesterday.
Stunning work
I enjoyed reading each of these poems, they’re excellent. But the Sarahs poem I liked the best… I’m uncertain as to why. Maybe it’s the perspective of it all.
Peace.
The three headed bird(s) is not trying to tell me you had a stroke, are they? I sincerely hope that is NOT the case… Whatever the case is, do feel better. I know you must be suffering, or did suffer, from the lack of computer. LittleE said you were having trouble with that.
I sympathize. I didn’t have one for about two months at home but I did at the time have the one at work. Thankfully, after the motherboard was destroyed in a black out, I snagged an old P2 and had a tech tinker with it.
Take care of yourself. I would have left this in your guestbook but previous experience tells me you rarely look at it.
props
Great poems!!
And congratulations for the broadband connection. We’re getting our connection in the next couple weeks at the house I’m sharing with four PhD students (post-grads are keen on the Internet).
I loved them!!! A funny way to die was very funny!
I have been reading and reading, trying to catch up with all of the Xangans that I could hardly keep up with when I had fulltime internet access (I’ve gotten it back now, finally) and I’ve read poem after poem of yours on all your various sites and I have to say you are a marvel. When it comes to poetry, you surely are full of it
.. truly an inspiration for me, but also a little intimidating. I don’t think I could ever be as prolific or insiteful as you are. But at least I always enjoy reading you.
congrats on your computer.
The best part of technology is when its fixed.
I love Sophie. I think she is almost my favorite character of yours.
She reminds me a lot of me.
that’s a funny poem for the sarahs… it seems like it should have been written by a different persona.
Amazing work, never fails to inspire me. Thank you.
the simplicity yet intriguing power among your words is really great.
wish you could come to a recital in Long Island, new york someday.
- John
So wonderous and yet dreary
Lord P, I just read your reply on my site and I wanted to say that it really touched me. Holy cow, you have a remarkable way with words. I do agree with you on most of the stigmatism that surrounds Islam; it’s nothing but a ploy. A ploy for what, I don’t think it’s safe to say, but I could not agree more. You may think of me as biased when I say this, but I believe it nonetheless: Islam is THE most peaceful and tolerant religion ever. It is portrayed by the media as being a religion of strict rules and restraints and all that jazz, but the truth of the matter is that it is very easy to follow. There are so many allowances made – for women, for children, for the poor, for the aged, for the sick, etc – and it’s all about intention. I was extremely touched by your remark about being an atheist but choosing Islam to convert to should you ever chose to believe again. Thank you for your insight and wise words.
How about a practical comment: About your stuck CD. Get a paperclip and straighten it out. Then push it into the little tiny hole on the front panel of the CD tray. There is only one so you cannot put it into the wrong place. This is the emergency release button. Sometimes you have to fish around to finds the level in there, push pretty hard or get a bigger, sturdier paper clip but it should get the job done for you. If you have any problems, you can contact me at: andreasb@adelphia.net and I’ll try my best to help you out. Fixing computers is what I do for a living.
Now I can go back and read a bit more of the stuff on your site. Good luck! .
So, how is the weather in Jolly Ol’ England?
Terri those poems are a pure creativity . But they speak of the past or of the death (fish , yourself drowned in a plate of soup ) . i am a bit worried because those poems are the expression of your being . i hope all is OK for you .
In friendship Michel
really enjoyed those poems.
…hahaha very good on the poems i enjoyed them very much…
…thanks for sharing them
…have a good weekend
~~me
Thank you for your kind words at my site, sir….And thank you for continuing to visit, even when I am in one of my picture posting moods!
I am always impressed with what I find in the world of pineapples …………..
just read through these comments. I am impressed. You seem to get around. You also seem to say kind things. the lady birds, do they ever get disgusted with how nice you are?
By the way, I sent you an email just moments ago. An epistle in length in fact. LOL. No need for response as I know you have a full life. But should there be something you want to touch on, of course feel free. I enjoy your direct nature and your insights very much. -Gizelle
hmmm I love little Sophie and the poet known as
“empty chairs”
thanx for the comments Pineapple..it has been a while since I have visited you
Dorothea
Your poetry lives in my heart
Hi There!
Just stopping by super quick! Thanks again for the stopping by my site before under the Three Headed Sarahs.
So, now that I know you both are one and the same, I thought I would subscribe your LordPineapple site here right quick. 
Hope all is well there!
Hugs!
Shara