Poem #4

This poem was first published in 1671 with a simple trick to make sense of it. Can you figure out the trick?


I saw a peacock with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail
I saw a cloud with ivy circled round
I saw a sturdy oak creep on the ground
I saw a pismire swallow up a whale
I saw a raging sea brim full of ale
I saw a venice glass sixteen foot deep
I saw a well full of men's tears that weep
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire
I saw a house as big as the moon and higher
I saw the sun even in the midst of night
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight.
I saw a pack of cards gnawing a bone
I saw a dog seated on Britain's throne
I saw King George shut up within a box
I saw an orange driving a fat ox
I saw a butcher not a twelvemonth old
I saw a great-coat all of solid gold
I saw two buttons telling of their dreams
I saw my friends who wished I'd quite these themes.

Answer to "Poem #3"

It is something called an "Acrostic" poem. Read the first letter of each line. You will find a second message!

Poem #3

Just the other day I sat,
Under a great oak tree
Silently pondering
The perfect life of me.
Knowing that I'm perfect
(I'm seldom ever wrong)
Does that make me terrible?
Do I not belong?
I will never make mistakes and
Never go associate with your
Greatly imperfect lives.

-Me

Answer to "Poem #2"

The entire poem does not include the letter: s. Not a single s in that poem!

Poem #2...

This poem also has something strange about it... can you guess?

Oh! come to-night; for naught can charm
The weary time when thou'rt away.
Oh! come; the gentle moon hath thrown
O'er bower and hall her quivering ray.
The heather-bell hath mildly flung,
From off her fairy leaf, the bright
And diamond dew-drop that had hung
Upon that leaf — a gem of light.
Then come, love, come!

To-night the liquid wave hath not –
Illumined by the moonlit beam
Playing upon the lake beneath,
Like frolic in an Autumn dream –
The liquid wave hath not, to-night,
In all her moonlilt pride, a fair
Gift like to them that on thy lip
Do breathe and laugh, and home it there.
Then come, love, come!

To-night! to-night! my gentle one,
The flower-bearing Amra tree
Doth long, with fragrant moan, to meet
The love-lip of the honey-bee.
But not the Amra tree can long
To greet the bee, at evening light,
With half the deep, fond love I long
To meet my Nama here to-night.
Then come, love, come!

From George Wakeman, "Tormenting the Alphabet," Galaxy, 1866.

Answer to "Poem..."

When reading yesterday's poem you will notice that each line has the same amount of letters. Not only this, but each line has the same letters! Each line includes: e's, 3 h's, 3 i's, 3 l's, 2 t's, c, g, n, o, r, s, v and a w! Go ahead and check, I'll wait here.

The trick I used here is called an anagram. Kind of like how the word "owl" is and anagram of the word "low". Each line uses the same letters.

Poem...

The poem below is complete nonsense. Total blubbering of an idiot.... or is it?
There is something unique about this poem, can you figure it out? I'll post the answer tomorrow!

I wither, this love challenge
With a telegenic shrove hill
A cleverest night; lie, hi, howl
We receive a loth night-shill

Hitler who is cheating level
Who is achieving letter-Hell
Oh! Ace with ill veneer lights!
High, Coelenterate Shiv: Will.

Violinist herewith challenge:
Cartwheeling-Hilliest-Hove.
Elegant, thievish, relic howl
Elegant, thievish, cello whir

Loveliest wheelchair thing,
Viewing hellhole theatrics.
Volatile hitchers wheeling,
Wavering theistic... hellhole.