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your rhythm’s way off.
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Lecture (The Cartoon President)
Lecture (Why Fifty Shades of Grey is a boring title)
a reason
to protest
glass
the
intimate
taste
of
butter
the
intimate
taste
of
glass
a reason
to protest
butter.
The Cartoon President
I watched the new Showtime series “The Cartoon President” on the weekend. It was funny…..sort of, more Simpson’s than South Park. The main problem is the central character, Donald. He comes across as a benign mix of Homer Simpson and Archie Bunker or even Dennis the Menace – a rambunctious, mischievous boy child constantly frustrating the adults tasked with his supervision. He’s almost, and I hate to say this, likeable. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion that Donald himself and seven year old boys all over the world will probably enjoy the show.
On the plus side there are very accurate caricatures of General Kelly, Mitch McConnell, Paul Ryan and Donald Trump Jr.
Profuse (Have you no Shame?)
Profuse
I was going to pass on ‘profuse’
too easy to rhyme
too open to abuse
no room for the obtuse
that was my excuse
then I felt the pressure
the tightening of the noose
my face turning puce
I thought “what’s the use,
yield to the Muse
yield to the Muse”.
Silhouette / (haiku overheard at the Day Care centre)
Haiku overheard at the Day Care centre
Brett is sensitive
about his silhouette, don’t
look at him sideways.
Trill (a slimverse)
Loophole (Time, Space and “Interstellar”)
Interstellar
Once on a bus
across the Altiplano
from Puno to Cusco
I watched the movie
Interstellar, starring
Matt McConaughey.
Matt’s a clever feller,
I just said that
to rhyme with Interstellar
no one
says feller anymore
anyway, it appears that
time is a line
our lives are
moving along
and we can only
move forward along
that line, never back,
but there is a loophole
or a wormhole,
to be exact,
way out there
in outer space
and if one travels
to outer space
and passes through
that wormhole
one can visit
the multiplex cinema
where one’s life
is playing
and view
any previous point
on the line one’s life
is travelling on
problem is
when one returns
to earth, it’s fifty
years later and
everyone one knows
is either dead or dying,
thus the line one’s life
is travelling on
is irreversibly altered
that’s the catch
which by the way
is different than
a loophole.
Study (Good God Y’all! What is it good for?)
This Just In…
A recent study
has shown
that studying
the eating habits
of North Americans
has zero effect
on the eating habits
of North Americans.
Back to the Garden
Back to the Garden
Paradise as advertised:
a coral reef
a bluebottle sea
sting rays undulating
pelicans plummeting
palm trees swaying
in the reggae breeze.
This is an excerpt from a poem previously published in Cyphers magazine.
Allergic (there is poetry in chemistry)
there is poetry in chemistry:
dextromethorphan hydrobromide
pseudoephedrine hydrochloride
chloropheniramine
antihistamines
expectorants
decongestants
loratimide
netipot
rose hip
post nasal drip
post nasal depression
catarrh,
but no catharsis.
Reservation (is The Daily Prompt destroying my life?)
Ok, maybe that’s a bit melodramatic but I do have a reservation about The Daily Prompt, because as I write this I should be writing something else. What happened to the posts I was going to write about Courtney Barnett, about Death Cab for Cutie? What about the poems I should finish and submit to a magazine? What about getting a collection of poems together? What about facing the fact that I may not have enough good poems to warrant a collection? What about those song lyrics sitting around waiting for a collaborator? What about “The Lad Poetry Project Revival” ? Instead I am thinking about a daily prompt from a week or two back –“meager”- which didn’t inspire me at the time but then this emerged:
Edgar
Meaghan loved her job,
the compensation was meager
but that didn’t bother her
what bothered her
was her relationship with Edgar;
she felt beleaguered.
“What the hell is wrong with you”,
Edgar raged, on a regular basis,
and all she could think of was:
Isn’t “raged”
an anagram of Edgar?
Then there are the endless revisions. I usually like to let a poem sit for a while, sometimes years, but The Daily Prompt requires an immediate response which invariably means I am rarely satisfied with the poems generated. Take “Confess” for example, I was moderately pleased with one image in the poem but the rest seemed a bit ad hoc, so here is the revised poem, so I can forget about it and move on.
Confess
a sliding hatch
a priest’s profile
through a wire mesh screen
forgiveness, absolution;
will I do it again?
absolutely.
Confess (once a week)
a sliding hatch
a priest’s profile
through a wire mesh screen
forgiveness, absolution;
will I do it again?
absolutely.
Compass 2017 (haiku)
Legend (Who Is It?)
Legend
A legend in his own time
a legend in his own mind
a legend in his own right
our very own contrarian curmudgeon
our Christopher Hitchens lite,
on the screen every night
lamenting this, that,
the state of the nation
in his orotund hands,
an after dinner stroll
becomes
a postprandial perambulation.
Gorge (Boxers and Canyons)
Gorge
too much of a good thing
gorge, and your gorge may rise
not a canyon – a narrow valley,
nearly an anagram of George.
Gorgeous George inspired Muhammad Ali
who went on to beat George Chuvalo,
George Foreman
a blow to the face may cause swelling
engorgement
not such a good thing.
I thought I would revive this post as part of the dVerse challenge today which is to find beauty in ugliness. This poem, I think, reverses that process by moving from beauty to ugliness. Thanks to Mish at dVerse for the challenge.
Saintly (enraptured)
Yet another response to a Daily Prompt
Saintly
no taint on the soul
sanctified, canonised, glorified
captured enraptured
trapped in a painting
on the rectory wall.
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