Friday, May 30, 2008

My Ninth Blog Entry

Dear Blog,

I am of many regrets this morn on the dawn of our discontent. I find occasionally the sun heats me. The leaves of me shrivel and fold with my observance and regret.

It is with great calamity that I announce my resignation as United States Poet Laureate. I am looking for a new job and perhaps a Nobel Prize if possible. Simply email me for details of my philosophic excellence. I want to be a cuisinist thinker.

In any case, today a humorous occurence occured. It was happening inside the mall, happenstance of my career. Ironically, I saw that the birthday cards expressed an interest in something other than a birthday. They were expressing the age of twenty three. However, you cannot be born at the age of twenty three! LOL! I feel as if the card makers went for an IQ test and it came back negative!!!

No but in sincerity. I feel we are being robbed by the monolithic megamoth corporation of the birthday cards. If you demand satisfaction, I suggest you write inside a card and then mail it in your anger. Communally.

Thank you for your life,
Jonas R. Dickinson
Posthumous

P. S. A poem about sunrise:
Woke. Dawn.
Done and gone.

Thursday, May 29, 2008

My Eighth Blog Entry

Dear Blog,

Today I observed a sight that I beheld in the utmost of my core.

I was lounging casually along the sidewalk path street, when I discovered a small rip in the shoe of my left foot that it and me were wearing together. Stones are available to holes like these and as such I was in spired to commit the scene to poetic licence.

Please listen carefully.

A fusion of thrifts
In the wind of a lighthouse.
A ribbon of verve
In the heat of my soul.
I fall to my knees
Observing the daygate,
Waving the shroud
That I long to caress.

However, today has been a very busy month and as a result of my occupations I am having to abandon you, Blog. I will return momentarily in a few days.

Thank you for your passion,
Jonas R. Dickinson
Philosopher

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

My Seventh Blog Entry

Dear Blog,

Many happy returns, NOT! I find my duties as poet laureate to be increasingly weighted with tension and boredom. Dissatisfaction pursues me day and night.

I don't understand it, Blog! I preferred fame and infamy and joy of internal soul and money expressions. I just can't convey my having of the post! My deep, deep sorrow and tragic despair remains as of yet unpublished.

Blog, I am contemplating to end of this torrid, torrid existence of torrents. I have written a poem expression, however, the dilemma, Blog!

Also my attempts to further a career in cuisine have proved unsatisfactory. I find the connoisseurs just as ill educated as the State of the Union.

Thank you, Blog.

I wish to find an employment elsewhere and perhaps abandon my prosehungry country of heathens who do not appreciate. Where must I go to discover a bush and noteworthy of burning fulfillment? Where is David?

In other news, Sarah has not yet published my works. It is insulting and I fear plaigiarismests in the future.

Love,
Jonas R. Dickinson
Possibly FORMER of the USPL
Genius, Inc.

P. S. No poetry today. Sad.