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Sperpy β ODE TO PINEAPPLE
Published: 2004-07-30 16:18:01 +0000 UTC; Views: 6493; Favourites: 20; Downloads: 272
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Oh pineapple, you are so finewith your spiky leaves
that are so sublime -
they are the bees knees.
Oh pineapple, nestled among
soldier straight spikes,
sharp across the tongue
and not unlike dykes.
Oh pineapple, with tessellated
patches adorning your skin,
how long I have waited
to act out my sin.
Oh pineapple, you truly are
the only thing that I lack
I wish you'd stayed in my car
but the health authorities took you back.
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Within the very first stanza of this poem, the author states her intentions plainly, obviously invoking the commonly held sexual association of pineapple and sperm. But instead of promoting this association, she is deconstructing it; insinuating in this piece that pineapples are an object of desire in and of themselves, rather than as a means to an olfactory-pleasing end. In doing so, she has transcribed a relationship with a pineapple, rather than of one, which would be the most terrible cliche and thus thankfully avoided. This relationship is one charged with innuendo relating to the fantasy of the author wanting to experience the feeling of having the pineapple inside her.
The impossibility of this union creates a tension within the piece: such an act would result in danger to the author, but it is this very danger that provokes her to pen her frustrations, e.g. the line how long I have waited/ to act out my sin. She is torn between the promise of sweet within sweet and mortal injury. This is a concept that has been repeated across the centuries, though never in such a novel way such as this.
In her final and most important aspect of the poem, presented in the final stanza, the author has subverted her own subversion, resulted in a subsubconceptual statement regarding the influence of authority in sexual relationships. Forbidden love, like that of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, though in this instance between the author and a fruit, is an expression of how one might feel trapped by society's norms. Here we witness the transformation of the author from empowered, but frustrated, lover into a broken soul; her desire viewed as different, and therefore dangerous, and therefore taboo.
Ultimately we are treated to a tale of sexual exploration by the author, thwarted by authority and her own inability to commit. A stunning piece by a truly innovative writer.
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It is a cruel world where people cannot attempt procreation with pineapples. Or for that matter, any fruit or vegetable! WTF world!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Lollerskates
Anyway, I am so glad that someone has finally related to me. Sometimes I feel really alone, so I vent my loneliness in poetry, trying to reach out to someone. I just want to be understood you know?
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Don't we all? It's almost like the real world is emulating your poetry.
\me cries crimzun tearz.
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Hey, I featured your work in my work here: [link]
Have a nice day!
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Not quite an ode given it is not a poem and doesn't rhyme (does it have to rhyme??), but very thought provoking and indeed a valuable addition to literature written about fruit.
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I was using Ode in a freer sense. Do you think grapefruits even deserve rhymes?
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[link] didn't have any definitive answers. How disappointing
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Wait, what else could this be but sex? (Okay, yes, I can think of a PG version. But it's hilarious to think of it as forbidden, because it's making a pineapple exotic in a different way.)
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Ooo tell me!
Well pineapples can be forbidden by border control. In Australia, you're not allowed to take fruit across different states, to avoid pests being introduced!
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It's somewhat long, and considerably better in person...if you're still interested note me!
Ooo that is true. Illegal "traveling"! Doesn't quite explain the potential of the second verse though....
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Oh the second verse quite clearly fell victim to forced rhyme. It's a lesson for all those emo kids out there about the troubles of rhyming poetry
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Hello
I have added a News Article A-Z of deviantArt which this image has been featured in under the letter P.
Thank you for your great art
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hahahahahahaha that's hilarious. Thanks
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Time for a comment thus fitting the pome before me. *ahem*
Alfred Marx was not only a wonderful man, but an avid jet skiier, racking in contests and companies to sponsor him from the young and tender age of fifteen. He went on to win fifty eight seperate sporting events by the time he was eight. Having made himself a small fortune in steak when playing a game of go fish with Jebediah Trotters, the pair of them held massive rights to all words starting with C, as won in a bet during the same game with a man called Freddy Le Mange, author of the first dictionary in 1976.
Marx fell out of favour with the Queen of Morrocco when he unwittingly ate her right shoe at a dining event and died a lonesome man, heartbroken.
The poem is gloriously funny. I love the rhymes used, the imagery it invokes and the taut control of the words. It may have been a joke, but it wonderfully transcends that by being clever and well written, as well as funny.
Excellent work my sperp.
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I think you're lying--this is totally about lusting after a pinapple. For shame--for shame.
a.k.a. cute & funny. Figure I'll read some more of your stuff.
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hehehe. love the ending espcially. my fav part.
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That's not so bad... try reading a blatantly sexual poem about a gun
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I wrote an ode to fruit loops once. It turned out weird I might add.
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If you give me a pineapple, I'll give you a banana.
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OMGGGG!!!!111 LIEK, I LIEK PINNAPPLEXZ 2!!!!!11 I LIEK MILK 2!!!!!11 SO DUZ MI BUDDDDDY-
[link]
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How has this not gotten a Daily Deviation yet?
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two even
what about print of the day while we're at it?
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HEHE PINEAPPLES 
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OH PINEAPPLE
you are so fine
with your spiky leaves
that are so sublime
they are the bees knees
OH PINEAPPLE
nestled among
soldier straight spikes
sharp across the tongue
and not unlike dykes
OH PINEAPPLE
with tessellated patches
adorning your skin
how long I have waited
to act out my sin
OH PINEAPPLE
you truly are the only thing
that I lack
I wish you'd stayed in my car
but the health authorities
took you back
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You know... I'm gonna confess something to you that I don't tell a lot of people..
Something strange happens to me when I hear someone use the expression "the bees knees"...
It arouses a hidden part of my psyche that wants to be Andy Garcia in "Things to do in Denver When youβre Dead", and immediately makes me want to have hot sex with the proclaimer of the phrase.
Now, as you can imagine, this leads to some situations which are quite awkward, considering that most of the time when you hear said phrase, it's coming from the mouth of some seventy year old bowling aficionado...
But now this! You've come along and totally redeemed it, gave me new incentive to revel in my luxurious lingual lark! You sexy flame haired Australian you!
I will cherish you forever. La-Serpentia =
Ohh, and I'm down with the pineapples too.
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This is silly.
I can't tell whether you're being stupid on purpose, or whether it just turned out like a horny 10 year old's poem about a pineapple.
Oh, and the category is wrong. Horror??
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Weeeeeeee this still hasn't died. Amazing
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[link]
this gives me a hernie from laughing.
can you get a hernia from laughing?
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yes and now youβll die and youβll blame it on the pineapple!
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why does everyone go here first?
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hahaha.. I'm skimming across the top favourites...
i guess it was refreshing from hte "i slit my writsts, and watch the scarlet goo leave my veiny reveries"
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I didn't think that the actual writers on this site visited the DTF area, but it appears I was wrong.
scarlet goo
now there's an idea for a poem
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well, it's good to remind people that hteir poetry needs work (many cases a lot of work) regardles of whether people think it deems 50+ favourites.
you should see me in the socio-"political" gallery..
sheez
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yes but often um... people you find around these parts don't like criticism... heh, trust me, I know
socio-political, as a concept and category, confuses me
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I must admit, if I hadn't already known who you were I wouldn't have guessed that this was supposed to be sarcastic.
The sad thing is that it's the best goddamn poem I've seen on the Daily Favs.
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