<body> <p align="center" id="header">For Jim</p> <div id="#text"> <div align="center"> <p align="center">With hair like the vibrant, burning sun</p> <p align="center">the closer I approach thee</p> <p align="center">my heart begins to melt, and then </p> <p align="center">I swoon right into a sycamore tree </p> </div> </div> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">The books, layouts, and prints he makes </p> <p align="center">cause a stirring in my sacred places</p> <p align="center">I eye his webpage till my heart breaks,</p> <p align="center">clean of errors and non-breaking spaces</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">just like his golden demeaner, and <oh> his wit!</p> <p align="center">I envy the t-shirt closely brushing his chest </p> <p align="center">Not a straying hair, dirty fingernail, or zit</p> <p align="center">contaminates his figure, so blessed</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">I would run for miles to the nearest Mountain, (and then climb that) </p> <p align="center">I would give him all the unmined gold in the sea </p> <p align="center">I'd draw thirty million perfect circles</p> <p align="center">if he'd corral his wild heart, solely for me </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p>" /> <body> <p align="center" id="header">For Jim</p> <div id="#text"> <div align="center"> <p align="center">With hair like the vibrant, burning sun</p> <p align="center">the closer I approach thee</p> <p align="center">my heart begins to melt, and then </p> <p align="center">I swoon right into a sycamore tree </p> </div> </div> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">The books, layouts, and prints he makes </p> <p align="center">cause a stirring in my sacred places</p> <p align="center">I eye his webpage till my heart breaks,</p> <p align="center">clean of errors and non-breaking spaces</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">just like his golden demeaner, and <oh> his wit!</p> <p align="center">I envy the t-shirt closely brushing his chest </p> <p align="center">Not a straying hair, dirty fingernail, or zit</p> <p align="center">contaminates his figure, so blessed</p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center">I would run for miles to the nearest Mountain, (and then climb that) </p> <p align="center">I would give him all the unmined gold in the sea </p> <p align="center">I'd draw thirty million perfect circles</p> <p align="center">if he'd corral his wild heart, solely for me </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p>" />
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Love Poem in HTML (Free verse) by Plaidypus
for_jim.html body { color: #FF0000; border: 20px; background-image: url(baroque_floralwithcupids); background-position: center center; font-family: "Verdana", font-size: Large; font-style: oblique; } #header { background-color: #FF0000; vertical-align: middle; padding: 50px; color: #FF9999; font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: oblique; font-weight: bolder; } #text { color: #FF0000; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: medium; font-style: oblique; font-weight: bolder; <html> <body> <p align="center" id="header">For Jim</p> <div id="#text"> <div align="center"> <p align="center">With hair like the vibrant, burning sun</p> <p align="center">the closer I approach thee</p> <p align="center">my heart begins to melt, and then </p> <p align="center">I swoon right into a sycamore tree </p> </div> </div> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p> <p align="center">The books, layouts, and prints he makes </p> <p align="center">cause a stirring in my sacred places</p> <p align="center">I eye his webpage till my heart breaks,</p> <p align="center">clean of errors and non-breaking spaces</p> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p> <p align="center">just like his golden demeaner, and &lt;oh& gt; his wit!</p> <p align="center">I envy the t-shirt closely brushing his chest </ p> <p align="center">Not a straying hair, dirty fingernail, or zit</ p> <p align="center">contaminates his figure, so blessed</p> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p> <p align="center">I would run for miles to the nearest Mountain, ( and then climb that) </p> <p align="center">I would give him all the unmined gold in the sea & lt;/p> <p align="center">I'd draw thirty million perfect circles</p> <p align="center">if he'd corral his wild heart, solely for me </ p> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p> <p align="center">&nbsp;</p>

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Posted: February 14, 2005 4:31 PM PST; Last modified: February 14, 2005 4:31 PM PST
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[1] wilco @ 24.165.207.93 | 14-Feb-05/7:40 PM | Reply
I'm sorry, but this is just irritating to try to read. I can appreciate you're trying to be original here, but this sort of thing just makes it bad. Just stick to the basics and write the poem.
[n/a] Plaidypus @ 68.14.27.48 > wilco | 14-Feb-05/8:59 PM | Reply
How is one supposed to make any real progress if they never put themselves out there and try to experiment, once in a while? This is not necessarily a finished piece....furthermore, if you actually knew anything about HTML then you would find it amusing. I actually wrote this for a friend of mine who is an English major, and knows how to write code, and he loved it. The code puts is intended to put it into a sort of geeky, cyberspace context. I'm not saying its a work of genius, but I am DEFINITELY trying to do something original. I will NOT just "write the poem," thank you very much. All poetry sounds too similar...and I am trying something new.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 81.153.196.50 > Plaidypus | 15-Feb-05/6:41 AM | Reply
The 'programming as poetry' idea is not original, though I'd be happy to concede you came up with it independently. Of course, (on this site at least,) the craze all began with my long since deleted felching "Trapped in Beige Curtains" - a work of extraordinary stupidity, to which the following extract will no doubt attest:

DO
Draw back the curtains
What do you see?
More beige curtains
LOOP

'Programming' is even a submittable poeme category, these days. So next time you think about having an original idea, for the love of Christ: don't. Thanks.
[1] wilco @ 24.165.207.93 > Plaidypus | 15-Feb-05/2:11 PM | Reply
1) Experiment away. But don't expect everyone to like it every time.

2) I might find it amusing if I knew something about HTML. I don't. Therefore, I don't find it amusing. Don't get mad at me just because I don't know anything about HTML. I don't imagine that most people do. I'm glad your friend found it funny..but again: HE KNOWS HOW TO WRITE CODE.

3) RE: "I'm not saying its a work of genius, but I am DEFINITELY trying to do something original. I will NOT just "write the poem," thank you very much. All poetry sounds too similar...and I am trying something new." - This sounds very pompous. Perhaps all poetry does sound similar...this is because of something called form. It's always good to try new things, but don't fly off the friggin' handle just because someone doesn't like it.
[n/a] richa @ 81.178.227.200 > Plaidypus | 15-Feb-05/3:15 PM | Reply
A transcript from Africa: "If I were a negro perhaps I would be able to tell the difference between different negroes. However I am not a negro and to me all negroes look the same." Can the word negro be replaced by the word poet in the above passage and mutatis mutandis mean the same thing? [10]
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