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Following Szymborska's example, "Possibilities," post your very own list poem! Oh, and I prefer books over anything, so many thanks for the gift card . . .
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- Brad
- Former adult teacher who loves island beaches. Happy homebody and family man; once devoted dog owner, now without Tashi, my Tibetan Terrier. I prefer the absurdity of the imagination to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
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I Prefer
(based on Szymborska’s list poem, “Possibilities”)
I prefer rivers.
I prefer dogs.
I prefer the alders along the driveway.
I prefer Purdy to Atwood.
I prefer myself sitting closer
to myself learning nothing.
I prefer keeping a cup of water on hand, just in case.
I prefer the colour purple.
I prefer not to say
that calmness will solve any problem.
I prefer mornings.
I prefer to dream often.
I prefer talking to my elders about anything.
I prefer my old Pentax.
I prefer the absurdity of the imagination
to the absurdity of imagining nothing.
I prefer, where love's concerned, my oldest friends
who can be celebrated every day.
I prefer politicians
who promise nothing.
I prefer having vision to never seeing.
I prefer the earth under my feet.
I prefer modest to overweening countries.
I prefer having doubts.
I prefer the damage I see to that which I imagine.
I prefer poetry by Szymborska to internet web pages.
I prefer grass underfoot to grass on my kitchen floor.
I prefer dogs chasing balls at noon.
I prefer my eyes, since mine are of two colours.
I prefer back porches.
I prefer not to ask you to write a poem
that I couldn’t write myself.
—Brad Hyde; following the pattern of Szymborska’s poem;
32 lines compared to her 38 lines. Example of a list poem.
Faith
I prefer snowy mountains.
I prefer tropical fish.
I prefer evergreen bushes around the yard.
I prefer Li Bai to Bing Xin.
I prefer myself liking poems
to myself loving all kinds of books.
I prefer keeping some cash in bank, just in case.
I prefer the color red.
I prefer not to pretend
that I seldom make mistakes.
I prefer excellence.
I prefer to be on time.
I prefer talking to my co-workers about weather.
I prefer fairy tales told by my granny.
I prefer the absurdity of doing some housework
to the absurdity of doing nothing.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, all family members
who can be together every day.
I prefer grandparents
who ask nothing for return.
I prefer the earth being not over-used.
I prefer developed to developing countries.
I prefer being ready for opportunities.
I prefer the hell of mess to the hell of neatness.
I prefer forgiveness.
I prefer Burnaby Now’s community events to CTV’s top stories.
I prefer curly hairs since mine are straight.
I prefer cloud under the mountain to mountain under the cloud.
I prefer book shelves.
I prefer couples having their own children
to adopting children from others.
I prefer to tap on floor.
I prefer myself loving my daughters
to myself loving others.
I prefer putting my faith in heaven
where I will live with my granny again.
Possibilities
I prefer mountains.
I prefer swans.
I prefer the cedars along la Durance.
I prefer Maupassant to Monière.
I prefer myself inspiring people
to myself boring the others.
I prefer keeping a package of tea, just in case.
I prefer the colour purple.
I prefer not to express
that the life will find its way.
I prefer to go to bed late.
I prefer talking to my favourite friends about nothing sitting by the fire.
I prefer the old books and their aged perfume.
I prefer the absurdity of writing letters on a delicate paper.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, each piece of flowerlike time that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer perfectionists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer spontaneous enthusiasm than the educated kindness.
I prefer the earth absorbing my greyness.
I prefer touched to touching countries.
I prefer having some limits.
I prefer the hell of hopelessness to hell of tastelessness.
I prefer journals by Mansfield than many romance novels.
I prefer kids without education than education without kids.
I prefer cats sitting on my lap.
I prefer blue eyes, since mine are black.
I prefer coffee tables.
I prefer many friends who I haven’t time to cherish to many friends I’ve left behind.
I prefer the time of flowering to the time of dying.
I prefer to touch the icy water.
I prefer not to ask how much cheaper and what time.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that life has its own order and emotion.
Hello! Dear Brad,
Please take consideration of the sencond version. Thank you!
By the way, I don't know how to efface the first version. Could you do it for me?
I feel very frustrated to not be able come to the christmas party. I will think of every single of you and pray for you.
I am waiting with impatience to taste your poems.
Merry chirstmas and happy new year!
Helena
Choices
I prefer oceans.
I prefer dolphins.
I prefer the palm trees in the tropics.
I prefer Agatha Christie to Arthur Conan Doyle.
I prefer myself swimming in the sea to tuning myself on the beach.
I prefer keeping two bottles of red wine on weekend, just in case.
I prefer the colour sky blue.
I prefer not to give up my will that reason is to gain confidence.
I prefer originality.
I prefer cheering others up.
I prefer listening my friends’ success stories.
I prefer turquoise stones.
I prefer the absurdity of politeness to the absurdity of not politeness.
I prefer, where flexibility is concerned, differences and values can be accepted.
I prefer realistic thinkers who suggest a practical way.
I prefer a simple kindness to an intentional kindness.
I prefer the dry earth for my grapes.
I prefer perseverance to resistance.
I prefer having some options.
I prefer possible promises to vogue promises.
I prefer aquariums to Disney Land.
I prefer relaxing beside the antique fireplace on snowy days.
I prefer the woodchuck, resting on the rock in the yard.
I prefer my long arms since I can reach for top of the cabinet.
I prefer chatting on an counter in the kitchen.
I prefer predicting a problem in all its aspect, so I can reduce the risk of being careless.
I prefer typing an email to talking on the phone.
I prefer chirping birds to crowing roosters in the morning.
I prefer the willow tree to the air- conditioner for staying away from heat.
I prefer not to ask a direction before looking in the map.
I prefer in keep in mind even the choices that disorder amuses my life.
Hi everyone,
have a delightful winter holiday!
See you in January.
Because
I prefer written words.
I prefer black Labradors.
I prefer a tall cedar standing alone.
I prefer Roddick to Federer.
I prefer myself listening to kids’ talking
to myself talking to kids.
I prefer keeping nuts and bolts in a box, just in case.
I prefer colour yellow.
I prefer not to memorize super-long vocabularies of Biology 12,
which I can’t even pronounce.
I prefer to stay up late.
I prefer laughing with Mom about everything we do.
I prefer old black-and-white photographs.
I prefer the absurdity of believing in tomorrow
to the absurdity of not believing in tomorrow.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, not to take anything for granted.
I prefer a taxi driver
who knows where he is heading to.
I prefer spontaneous kindness to over-self-conscious kind.
I prefer the earth in green.
I prefer blamed to blame others.
I prefer having some spaces.
I prefer the hell of brawls to the hell of indifference.
I prefer old man’s muttering to young guy’s bragging.
I prefer peanuts without shells to shells without peanuts.
I prefer a different point of view, since I already know mine.
I prefer an attic.
I prefer many things I’ve never done before
to many things I’ve done already.
I prefer bears on the loose
to those curled up behind a cage.
I prefer the time of silence to the time of useless yakkity-yak.
I prefer to lie on the grass.
I prefer not to expect anything in return.
I prefer now to click the exit
‘cause I’m afraid I’ve said it too much.
Merry Christmas to you all!
Fondness
I prefer calm oceans.
I prefer shimmering ripples in the breeze.
I prefer walking to lying on the beach.
I prefer cloud with mixed colors at sunset.
I prefer hazy mountains.
I prefer green color.
I prefer trees which hide some nests.
I prefer Norfolk Island pine indoor plant,
which has grown very well in my living room.
I prefer sitting under trees reading, imaging, or meditating.
I prefer walking under shade to exposing under sun at noon.
I prefer the decoration on Christmas trees.
I prefer snow falling down to snow piling up.
I prefer my big balcony.
I prefer watching birds soaring.
I prefer learning.
I prefer playing piano.
I prefer singing in the choir to singing in the karaoke.
I prefer driving together with friends.
I prefer walking away from solicitors.
I prefer not to talk with smokers,
who give me their bad smell.
I prefer baby cuddling up to me.
I prefer lying in bed for a while every morning.
I prefer watching TV in my recliner.
I prefer animal films recording their natural life.
I prefer covering a blanket on my lap whenever I sit.
I prefer lying on my stomach while reading.
I prefer cooking food to cleaning kitchen.
I prefer having trust to having doubt.
I prefer real friendship to just recognition.
I prefer true love concerning all creatures.
I prefer to be honest to a fraud disguise.
I prefer talking directly to beating around the bush.
Possibilities.
I prefer books.
I prefer dogs.
I prefer Byron to Shelly.
I prefer myself being happy with who I am to others being happy with me.
I prefer some money in the bank, just in case.
I prefer the color blue.
I prefer the belief that a good cry will cure much of what ails you.
I prefer debate.
I prefer to arrive early.
I prefer talking with my child about whatever is on his mind.
I prefer Sunday morning funnies.
I prefer the bravery of writing a poem, to the cowardice of never writing anything.
I prefer, where love’s concerned, hugs and kisses, impassioned declarations of devotion, and passion that burns the soul.
I prefer free-thinkers, who promise me nothing.
I prefer blunt honesty to quiet condescension.
I prefer the illusion of great militia.
I prefer peaceful to warring countries.
I prefer to tell you how I feel.
I prefer the hell of knowing, to the hell of ignorance.
I prefer ghost stories to romance novels.
I prefer petals on my roses to thorns in my fingers.
I prefer people without pretension.
I prefer brown eyes, my Dad’s were blue.
I prefer dusty attics.
I prefer to keep you guessing rather than give it all away here.
I prefer being jobless to being unhappily employed.
I prefer the time just before the alarm goes off to the time just after.
I prefer to knock on whatever is handy.
I prefer to know what time is at hand.
I prefer keeping in mind that it’s all a game of light and shadow and nothing is written in stone.
I must say the poems demonstrate the unique nature of each poet. I like many lines here very much and am a fan of "the time just before the alarm goes off" too, just like Stacey.
And, like Suzanne, I "prefer snow falling down to snow piling up."
I wish more of us, like Hiromi, would "prefer the time of silence to the time of useless yakkity-yak."
And, like May, I "prefer talking to my co-workers about weather," too!
And poetry, Helena, is also a "piece of flowerlike time that can be celebrated every day."
Looking forward to seeing you all again next week. BTW, the school district is having electrical upgrades, so that's why the photos aren't showing in our profiles at the moment.
I prefer the universe was created by God to by Big Bang, then, those who did evil things would face to God’s dreadful judgment at last.
I prefer the earth went back to Jurassic period.
I prefer evils live with evils, and angels live with angels.
I prefer in this world no one would be smarter than Larry Chen, if it was, there would be no nuclear weapons were invented.
I prefer all people on the earth were deaf-mute, and then we all would no need to learn the second language.
I prefer my daughter to stay around forever 10 years old, never had grown up.
I prefer Brad, our teacher, never gave us home work, especially like such kind of so-called poem “I prefer…”
I prefer stop here before it was too boring.
I Prefer
I prefer the earth.
I prefer whales.
I prefer the nature’s views.
I prefer J.K Rowling to Shakespeare.
I prefer myself straying further
to myself sinking lower.
I prefer keeping a foolish heart, forever.
I prefer the different colours.
I prefer not to know
that any meaning of life.
I prefer thinking nothing.
I prefer to read often.
I prefer talking to a cat or a dog about anything.
I prefer freedom.
I prefer the faultiness of democracy
to the perfectness of autarchy.
I prefer, where goodness’s concerned,
even animals can be respected.
I prefer human
who develops nothing.
I prefer growing up late to never awakening.
I prefer hope along with my road.
I prefer stupid to distant people.
I prefer having dreams.
I prefer the pain I taste to that which I face.
I prefer a small library near my home to downtown Las Vegas.
I prefer snowing to there will be no winter.
I prefer polar bears having the last glacier at least.
I prefer my spirit, since it is always without limited.
I prefer school.
I prefer not to stop studying
that enriches my heart and my soul.
About me
I prefer lakes.
I prefer deer.
I prefer the pines along the hillside.
I prefer Mozart to Beethoven.
I prefer myself sitting by the window to myself sitting at the table.
I prefer keeping a ladle and saucepan on hands,just in case.
I prefer the colour turquise.
I prefer not to complain that speechlessness will solve problems.
I prefer principles.
I prefer to leave without destination.
I prefer talking to my friends about trivia.
I prefer collecting old tea pots.
I prefer the absurdity of daydreaming to the absurdity of not daydreaming.
I prefer, where love's concerned, my two sons who can be celebrated everyday.
I prefer naturalists who promise me nothing.
I prefer the earth in my hand.
I prefer manual to automatic work.
I prefer having plans.
I prefer the heaven of peace to the heaven of love.
I prefer Disney's princess dolls to the technological robots.
I prefer crispy fallen leaves to shaded fallen flowers.
I prefer blond since mine is black.
I prefer sobbing at the sad movies.
I prefer dim candle to shiny chandelier.
I prefer staying at home especially it rains.
I prefer touching the chubby cheek of baby.
I prefer wearing blue jeans to a silk dress.
I prefer keeping my promises that I've mentioned to others to many things I've also mentioned to me.
I Prefer
(based on Szymborska’s list poem, “Possibilities”)
I prefer games.
I prefer tigers.
I prefer the gingko trees along the sidewalk of my campus.
I prefer Phthagoras to Einstein.
I prefer myself talking friends
to myself shareing happiness and sad.
I prefer keeping a phone number in my bag, just in case.
I prefer the colour pink.
I prefer not to hesitate
because it won’t make any big decisions.
I prefer honesty.
I prefer to predict the future.
I prefer talking to strangers about something else.
I prefer my old mustang boots.
I prefer the absurdity of developing the culture
to the absurdity of destroying the culture.
I prefer, where love's concerned, Christmas
that is celebrated by everybody.
I prefer my husband
who promise nothing.
I prefer challeng the task in front of me to never seeing.
I prefer the sky over my head.
I prefer conquered to conquering nature.
I prefer having some parties at the end of the year.
I prefer the day of chaos to the day of order.
I prefer solving puzzles to Calculus execises.
I prefer wines without cheses to cheses
without wines.
I prefer sheepes with uncropped fur.
I prefer skinny bodies, since mine’s fatty.
I prefer the wooden dinning table.
I prefer many things that I haven’t mentioned here
to many things I’ve also left unsaid.
I prefer the life of insects to the life of God.
I prefer watching stars.
I prefer unlimited freedom in my life
I prefer not to be asked me to hand out assinments
which are resticted the numbers of words.
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