On Friday, May 18, 2018 at 12:04:19 AM UTC, NancyGene wrote:
> Who Am I Thrice?
> A poem by NancyGene
>
> I “come from the land of the ice and snow”*
> Where cowards headed four decades ago.
> My pennies are swapped for various rhymes,
> A host to virtual friends and times,
>
> Most long dead or out of copyright
> And thus cannot protest my sleight
> Of hand to catalog and compile the speech
> Of others, with the truth of can’t do, teach.
>
> I write long but seldom happy endings,
> Largely mired in misunderstandings
> Or points lost in excess bloating
> Of my own making or gross misquoting.
>
> I celebrate the right of all to copy;
> I publish failures no matter how sloppy
> But prolific, enabling me to be a True Dough
> Publisher in my land of ice and snow.
>
> I’ve spent time flipping spineless books
> After ballots chose government over free-will schnooks,
> I languish on cyber sites, trying hard to ignore
> Those who say I’m dense, quite frankly a bore.
>
> I have thick-set views held squarely uptight
> With an unwarranted sense of being right.
> I misremember events that never were
> While I coin nicknames of malice demure.
>
> *Immigrant Song" Led Zeppelin

"Who can it be now?" "Same as it ever was."

We might rework this one to get a more correct meter, but the meaning is there.

On Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 9:03:36 PM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote:
> On Friday, May 18, 2018 at 12:04:19 AM UTC, NancyGene wrote:
> > Who Am I Thrice?
> > A poem by NancyGene
> >
> > I “come from the land of the ice and snow”*
> > Where cowards headed four decades ago.
> > My pennies are swapped for various rhymes,
> > A host to virtual friends and times,
> >
> > Most long dead or out of copyright
> > And thus cannot protest my sleight
> > Of hand to catalog and compile the speech
> > Of others, with the truth of can’t do, teach.
> >
> > I write long but seldom happy endings,
> > Largely mired in misunderstandings
> > Or points lost in excess bloating
> > Of my own making or gross misquoting.
> >
> > I celebrate the right of all to copy;
> > I publish failures no matter how sloppy
> > But prolific, enabling me to be a True Dough
> > Publisher in my land of ice and snow.
> >
> > I’ve spent time flipping spineless books
> > After ballots chose government over free-will schnooks,
> > I languish on cyber sites, trying hard to ignore
> > Those who say I’m dense, quite frankly a bore.
> >
> > I have thick-set views held squarely uptight
> > With an unwarranted sense of being right.
> > I misremember events that never were
> > While I coin nicknames of malice demure.
> >
> > *Immigrant Song" Led Zeppelin
> "Who can it be now?" "Same as it ever was."
>
> We might rework this one to get a more correct meter, but the meaning is there.

A Zeppelin inspiration, I'm wooed...
And a Talking Heads reference to boot-- stellar!!

"Far away there's a land of snow and sorrow
Time has made the frozen tears fall like rain from the starlit sky
And I feel so cold, I can´t make it tomorrow
Oh, but the night will see where this path will lead my life
Endless field of snow at the edge of the world and the wailing
Winds so cold scar my face, I'm going insane"
"Land of Snow and Sorrow" ~~Wintersun

On Monday, March 20, 2023 at 5:09:23 PM UTC, Ash Wurthing wrote:
> On Sunday, March 19, 2023 at 9:03:36 PM UTC-4, NancyGene wrote:
> > On Friday, May 18, 2018 at 12:04:19 AM UTC, NancyGene wrote:
> > > Who Am I Thrice?
> > > A poem by NancyGene
> > >
> > > I “come from the land of the ice and snow”*
> > > Where cowards headed four decades ago.
> > > My pennies are swapped for various rhymes,
> > > A host to virtual friends and times,
> > >
> > > Most long dead or out of copyright
> > > And thus cannot protest my sleight
> > > Of hand to catalog and compile the speech
> > > Of others, with the truth of can’t do, teach.
> > >
> > > I write long but seldom happy endings,
> > > Largely mired in misunderstandings
> > > Or points lost in excess bloating
> > > Of my own making or gross misquoting.
> > >
> > > I celebrate the right of all to copy;
> > > I publish failures no matter how sloppy
> > > But prolific, enabling me to be a True Dough
> > > Publisher in my land of ice and snow.
> > >
> > > I’ve spent time flipping spineless books
> > > After ballots chose government over free-will schnooks,
> > > I languish on cyber sites, trying hard to ignore
> > > Those who say I’m dense, quite frankly a bore.
> > >
> > > I have thick-set views held squarely uptight
> > > With an unwarranted sense of being right.
> > > I misremember events that never were
> > > While I coin nicknames of malice demure.
> > >
> > > *Immigrant Song" Led Zeppelin
> > "Who can it be now?" "Same as it ever was."
> >
> > We might rework this one to get a more correct meter, but the meaning is there.
> A Zeppelin inspiration, I'm wooed...
> And a Talking Heads reference to boot-- stellar!!
>
> "Far away there's a land of snow and sorrow
> Time has made the frozen tears fall like rain from the starlit sky
> And I feel so cold, I can´t make it tomorrow
> Oh, but the night will see where this path will lead my life
> Endless field of snow at the edge of the world and the wailing
> Winds so cold scar my face, I'm going insane"
> "Land of Snow and Sorrow" ~~Wintersun

Bravo, Ash! Were you able to guess who was the subject of the poem? Hint: five years later, he is still doing the same thing(s).