h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

The white sheet stares up in terror,
fearing inked-on error,
from an uncertain soul determined
to plow ahead although uninspirmined...

The pen is queased in vibrating hand,
the ink curdled away from demand,
and the desk dreams of yon days before
the chainsaw and the carpentore.

Beware the writer's block, me son,
me dotter, and any with reason.
For they have a page in Reader's Digest
for people like you, if you would tryest.

As for me, I will await the muse,
and then double-click it as a ruse,
for my search idiot has a thesaurus,
as well as a rhyming dictionaurus!

I think its a great poem...
and i really wish i had a rhyming dictionary it would make some things so much easyer.
or a thasorus for that matter...

ah if only i knew how
the poem would stand now
that i have seen a merry quip
my rhymes they do seem to slip

Believe it or not, there are online rhyming dictionarae
and thesauri.
I normally don't use either.

I normaly write them onto paper first then type them up,
its easyer when i have slightly limited net hours and masses to do on the net...
I am glad you apreciated the poem though,
yours was very good as well although i tend to stick to real words...
which i admit limits the things i can rhyme...

Why? Shakespeare and Chaucer and Shelley and Browning engaged in coinage.

yes... but i secrately lack the imagenation...
and have a slight paranoia which makes me try to correct all the spellings because i am dyslexic and was mocked for it i get... jummpy so things have to be correct,
though i will use words from chaucer....

but then i did study chaucer...

My wife, Uvula, is dyslexic.

Hmm, dyslexic poetry...
that would be something to see...

Hypercorrectiveness can be a real problem, though, in
writing.
Most of the so-called "normal people" who teach grammar and spleling and style can't actually create anything for themselves, only consternation for others.

I, being and Aspie, speak with a stilted delivery, almost like a machine. My inflections are often incorrect for the situation and I often have to finish one sentence before I forget it. If I get interrupted, then I have to start all over again. Sometimes, I compose entire paragraphs in my head and once I've begun speaking, the whole chunk comes out, often leaving the listener wishing they had had a handout given to them so that they could peruse it at their leisure.

See what I mean?

So, darlin' we all got problems. Poetry is supposed to be the one place you can "let go" and explore your own use of the language.
Wanting to "get it right" can be a major reason for "writer's brick".
Most of the famous poets that we are aware of kept revising their pet poems all the way into the composing room of the printer. A first, second or third draft of a poem can be full of strangeness and odd misses. When it's time to have your first chapbook published, then you can get cranky about how posterity will view your work. In the meantime, just have fun with it, and if a new word shows up, or you misplel something in an int3restin9 way, enjoy it and celebrate your difference!

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