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10 April 2006

The Fib is a form of poetry similar to haikus, but based on the classic Fibonacci sequence.

post by: dhruva at: 05:46 | 26 comments

Previously

posted by mike9322 10 April | 06:52

... but I was disappointed last time when people didn't contribute many Fibs of their own. C'mon people, this is a comedy goldmine here! It's Monday and you hate your job; write some poetry!

posted by mike9322 10 April | 07:04

here's a couple I did on another board.

drink
beer
guzzle
gulp gulp gulp
oh, that was too much
i think i'll be needing new shoes

and because I thought I was clever...

1
1
0
10
001
101011

posted by freudianslipper 10 April | 07:30

I thought that this concept was brilliant. The Fibonacci Waltz. It's surprisingly pleasant music.

posted by freudianslipper 10 April | 07:31

These simple syllabic parameters
Make play toys for poetic amateurs
They're fun for a bit
But they can't match the wit
Of the classic spondaic hexameters

posted by Wolfdog 10 April | 07:50

yeah,
right.
You think
it's easy
to make these sound good.
You're so wrong about that wolfdog.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 07:55

I
might
be wrong.
the last one
wasn't that tricky.
you just need to get with the flow.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 07:57

revised
I
might
be wrong.
that last one
wasn't so tricky.
you just need to go with the flow.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 07:58

hey
dude,
wazzup!
I'm off now.
There's no stopping me.
it's conversational gold dust.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:00

One
Two
One two three.
Cuatro y cinco.
Yes, this certainly is tricky.

posted by Wolfdog 10 April | 08:02

My
God!
Help me.
Please, Someone.
I can't stop myself.
Fibbonaci is killing me.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:02

Ha
Hah.
You fool.
The Third Line
is important too.
Your membership is now revoked.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:07

(I know)

posted by Wolfdog 10 April | 08:16

her
hands
outstretched
tangleweed
fingers stroke my face
the fleeting measure of our love.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:28

Your name, a northwind on my breath
My watchword, my wintery shibboleth
Oh, daughter of frost,
Be I stressed or storm-tossed
I'll be strong in your faith unto death

posted by Wolfdog 10 April | 08:32

the
wood's
darkness
breaks cover
spring dapples the ground
slow motion jigsaw shadows.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:41

this
feels
just like
the Rocky movies
Apollo versus Balboa.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:43

(arghhhhh) Knockout.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:43

At night subtle frights fix my mind
Am I the last one left behind?
Do we merely keep pace
In a sad rodent-race?
Oh, whither, whence, wherefore mankind?

posted by Wolfdog 10 April | 08:43

there's
just
something
about that
two-syllable line
perhaps it should be optional

posted by Wolfdog 10 April | 08:46

I
have
to do
some work now
It's not as much fun
But it pays for the internets

posted by Wolfdog 10 April | 08:50

I'm afraid the optional line
would reduce the skill and the time
If you miss out a beat
Then your poem's not complete
And we'll beat you up for your crime.

posted by seanyboy 10 April | 08:53

Two
big
heavy
logs, sharpened
and hung from the trees,
swing down to destroy the Empire.

posted by Hugh Janus 10 April | 08:59

Oh
boy.
Save me.
The kiddies,
slowly killing me
with inane questions about crap.

posted by LunaticFringe 10 April | 09:11

Tool,
the
brainy
metal band,
is rather fond of
these Fibonacci sequences.
Lateralus had time signatures built around them.

posted by Zozo 10 April | 09:36

How
does
one start
a poem
with a damn zero?
W T Effingham, yo.

posted by Eideteker 10 April | 12:58

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