Poems about blogging

Sometimes my worlds overlap: poetry and writing for the digital workplace.

I don't often blog about poetry, but I do secretly write poems about blogging. A few bloggy poems follow, for the eccentric few who enjoy such things.


My father’s blog
In my father’s blog
are many mansions.

A blog is content
in a room full of cells.

A blog is ever empty
and willing to be filled.

A blog is not lost
and may never be found.
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Just add water
And a blog is a coat
of many pockets,
a continent
of join the dots,
a magic painting
wanting only water.
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Stuff in a blog
Let’s not pretend
that stuff in a blog
is poetry.

A blog is a diary
upside down, a silo
where notions wait
for processing
or better times.

Crammed tight
they twitch
in the dark.
They long to sprout
and see the light.

Let’s spill them out
and set them free.
At worst the birds
will feast.
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Meet the spammers
Subliminal itch or apron
on the clean-cut kid next door—
today’s extreme identities
from the bank of spam:

Martina Manning
Millard Miner
Millie Maudie
Nicky Nelson

Quinn Wilcox
Sherry Schulz
Solemner G. Subcutaneous
and Wendel Kovalchak.

I am not making this up.
Shall I invite them to tea?
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