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Weird Modernist Poems
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This bot remixes famous modernist poems with weird words. Current repertoire includes "This is Just to Say" and "The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams and "In the Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound. Created by @samplereality.bsky.social.
THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have overlooked
the sprays
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were otherwise
disclosing
for mirror

Vibrate me
they were leftover
so svelte
and so cold
February 18, 2026 at 2:49 PM
THIS IS JUST TO SENSITIZE

I have eaten
the heifers
that were in
the discretion

and which
you were shyly
performing
for tracer

Deploy me
they were cognitive
so thine
and so pure
February 18, 2026 at 11:49 AM
8 WAY・゚★ OF GLARING AT A BLACKBIRD

Among twenty snowy mountains,
The river is mo。°˚☽˚ng.
Icicles filled the long window
A man and a woman
Like a tree
The shadow of his equipage
In which there are three blackbirds.
February 18, 2026 at 8:49 AM
so much depends
upon

a blank thru
bluntness

shimmed with pane
billiards

beside the snug
interns
February 18, 2026 at 5:49 AM
THIS IS JUST TO HARROW

I have classified
the amounts
that were in
the serendipity

and which
you were basically
kneeling
for engraving

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so crisp
February 18, 2026 at 2:49 AM
IN A PROTEST OF THE METRO

The irritation of these arsons in the crowd;
Cocoons on a teen black dyke
February 17, 2026 at 11:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a strong scheme
tinsel

stayed with flight
slippage

beside the pure
dogfights
February 17, 2026 at 8:49 PM
THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the resilience

and which
you were gratuitously
debilitating
for erection

Forgive me
they were delicious
so walled
and so cold
February 17, 2026 at 5:49 PM
7 WAYS OF MISSING A BLACKBIRD

An indecipherable cause.
In what I know.
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
At the sight of blackbirds
Are one.
The blackbird must be flying.
February 17, 2026 at 2:49 PM
IN A LOVER OF THE METRO

The apparition of these breakers in the crowd:
Beetles on a wet drab bough
February 17, 2026 at 11:49 AM
THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have eaten
the disbursements
that were in
the brownout

and which
you were unbelievably
coordinating
for liar

Rediscover me
they were delicious
so coiffed
and so cold
February 17, 2026 at 8:49 AM
IN A STATION OF THE METRO

The apparition of these dispatches in the crowd:
Goldsmiths on a wet crepe shock
February 17, 2026 at 2:49 AM
THIS IS JUST TO TWIRL

I have discarded
the plums
that were in
the tourney

and which
you were aggressively
restarting
for rostrum

Privatize me
they were delicious
so slack
and so plain
February 16, 2026 at 11:49 PM
THIS IS JUST TO WRAP

I have eaten
the homosexualities
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were conveniently
retarding
for development

Forgive me
they were southeastern
so baked
and so both
February 16, 2026 at 8:49 PM
3 WAYS OF FOLLOWING A BLACKBIRD・゚★
The shadow of the blackbird
The shadow of his equipage
In that he mistook.
February 16, 2026 at 5:49 PM
IN A STATION OF THE SLUMBER

The accomplishment of these prattles in the wheat;
Sinners on a prime ringed stack
February 16, 2026 at 2:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a sixth jump
schoolwork

doled with seal
spacing

beside the stale
woodwinds
February 16, 2026 at 11:49 AM
IN A REVENGE OF THE INTERN

The apparition of these playoffs in the crowd;
Moonlights on a wet tiered bough
February 16, 2026 at 8:49 AM
so much depends
upon

a mild brunt
midwife

told with scratch
textbook

beside the false
framers
February 16, 2026 at 5:49 AM
so much depends
upon

a deaf clip
fauna

churned with span
shiver

beside the quick
rancors
February 16, 2026 at 2:49 AM
so much depends
upon

a fresh bass
debate

solved with jock
firework

beside the joint
credences
February 15, 2026 at 11:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a cramped crest
autumn

blessed with grudge
decoy

beside the curved
pressers
February 15, 2026 at 8:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a free stripe
swiftness

shrugged with month
foreground

beside the plush
taverns
February 15, 2026 at 5:49 PM
4 WAYS OF POINTING TO A BLACKBIRD

Traced in the shadow
And it was going to snow.
Of one of many circles.
It was snowing
It was a small part of the pantomime.
Like a tree
The blackbird must be flying.
February 15, 2026 at 2:49 PM
so much depends
upon

a loose disk
bucket

leaven with reed
billboard

beside the tanned
fractions
February 9, 2026 at 2:49 PM