Duck the duck you’re out of luck, the bird flu’s flown the coop,
Upon the wings of wild things it’s dropped you in the poop.
You’re feeling foul, you try to ‘owl, your stuffing needs a boost!
But oh my friend, this is the end, your chickens come to roost¡!
~oOo~
At least you have a working muse… mine died from word abuse,
In flagrant plaintive pleas of protestation, art’s agony of asinine alliteration,
Drowned in dregs of dire drivel, Zeus’s daughters soon must shrivel…
Like to slugs plunged into seas of salt… so if you lost them – sorry, it’s my fault!
~oOo~
Oh come; let’s balance on the head of a pin for a while –
You strange defiant atheist really make me smile, just because the bibles (all) babble, and big ‘G’ can’t be found, does that really mean you should put the whole thing down..¿?
I mean we must a come from somewhere - it stands to reason clear; and when our race is over we’ll surely go back there!¡
…Unless of course them recyclers are the ones that have it cut and dried… and then we’ll all be spinning round – like a cosmic fairground ride!
Around and around on the merry-go-round but never a whisper from before - spinning in ignominious ignorance until you clock the score?¿
On the whole I think I’ll take the ‘ONE’ - it seems less like a chore!¡
~oOo~
Where once a plethora of poets penned,
Now dead silence all in thralls,
Save the crescendo of falling dust…
And mildew’s burgeoning shawls.
To dust ink fades on shriven sheets,
Mused meanings mummified
A theme of a dream that once had been…
Anonymously ascribed.
~oOo~
I would like to be mercurial - it has the appeal of flair and verve!¡
The panache and pizzazz of poignant passion, the jibe of jester’s nerve¡!
But feral fire of fear and flight… it requires soooo much dynamic,
Yawn! I even feel quiet tired from, all those words just too dramatic!¡
~oOo~
Blood and bone to feed the flowers – glory of the war torn hours! Thousands slaughtered, butchered brutal, for what cause! And was it fruitful? Scythed down like corn in foreign fields – tombstones grow to mark the yield…
Shrieking loud - ‘Least we forget!’ while making more for the mowing set!
Oh! Hypocrisy and double dealing - the only marches that you’re stealing¡!
~oOo~
Diacritics have their critics; some see as simply cicatrix…
But pronunciation information performs, some really rather slicker tricks!’
‘The umlaut or the tilde might, make a mickle muckle,
But would a macron or a breve, leave nickel as a knuckle¿?
~oOo~
Sith sitteth by the caldron wide and poured in puns and praises, a dizzy dazzle of razzmatazz – where herbs and verbage grazes… and adjectival agitates injunctions all adorn – and stirred with words for birds and heard, appliqu&#;s poignant thorn¡!
I dally in the deeper dell – bedazzled from fricassee phrases, but I think it may well clarify… if standing a few more days… is?¿
(For the artist formally know as Sithlisa)
~oOo~
For those who sought soft silicone sense, I proffer plaintive pleas… My vain attempts at poetry - have poets on their knees – yet some among the detritus drifts might find a hint of humour, there is a really good one here… at least that was the rumour¡!
The artist is a poignant soul, that flits and flows from pallets… the wordsmith is a stalwart troll - that makes his marks with mallets!
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Written February 27th, 2006
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Talk about a little something ...
for everybody that loves rhyme...oh was I the only one talking about it? Never the less, fantastic! I couldn't think that big. That's why I confine myself to a box. You don't have to as we can see. Well done.
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Yummy!
It's common thought that man does best on three square meals a day,
That this regimen of triple feasts will help keep ills at bay,
But I find it rather stodgy when I thus dish up my kibble,
And much prefer throughout the day to stop oft and take a nibble.
I just love dipping in your strips, every bite a different flavour... smooth, spicy or just damned hot, all guaranteed to tickle my taste buds!
Delish... K x -
Thank you so much for your very kind words – It is the greatest compliment to just have a reader that ‘gets it’ take the time to leave their thoughts. I haven’t been around much in recent months but hope the on coming winter will give me a little more time on the site – lol – good news bad news¿? I’ll try to return the compliment soon!
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Superlatives Abound
"It was a little long." (kaiba
Ha! I could read a tome three inches thick of this... it's some of the most creative, most articulate, most reasoned and most humorous writing available on this site.
Each of these brilliant bits could stand on their own as a titled poem... since I suffer from some odd malady whereby I continually crave the good opinion of others, I would have divided them up and submitted them individually as my "favorites list" would get notified many more times of another entry. Now, it seems, your favorites kind of gloss over the whole lot of it, point out the one bit they thought was especially funny, poignant, whathaveyou, and give only a fraction of the applause that they could have. I would consider (selfish stupid being that I am) that when I was dead, by separating them I would add eight more pieces to my 'collected works'. I don't know why I should think silly numbers would be important like that--after one is dead and gone--but somehow, I would rather have the history book say 'he was the author of 209 poems' than 'he was the author of 201 poems'. In reality, of course, "the world will little note nor long remember what I said here" and since nothing happened 'here', that won't be remembered either. Sad.
What drives us then, if there isn't some dim and distant thought of legacy in the background? Just the enjoyment of watching ink dribble out of the end of our collective pens? Not me! Hmmm... food for thought.
Alright, enough of me (damn! see?) what of your work?
#1. Bird Flu. to encapsulate in four lines of rhyme the entire universe of hysteria regarding the bird flu, from cotracting, to symptoms, to terminality(?) is nothing short of bloody genius.
#2 Dead Muse. what great depth of thinking you have in your ability to correspond Zeus's shriveling daughters and slugs burning in seas of salt to the dying muse. Fantastic stuff!
#3 Atheists to Reconsider. to my eye, it seems like you're being incredibly fair to Christianity (or, as you say, the Bible). I wasn't aware of your atheism (as is implied by others) but I find this poem a fair assessment of the simplest possible religious philosophy... if there is a God and I'm wrong, I'm doomed; if there is no God and I believe, nothing lost.
"I mean we must a come from somewhere - it stands to reason clear; and when our race is over we’ll surely go back there!"
Doesn't really smack of Atheism to me.
#4 Poetry's Last Rites. such a talented way with words... this is the artform at its finest. Its message is accessible, not hidden under 100 layers of metaphor... just good (great!) solid writing which reflects the best of the poetic art.
#5 Becoming Mercurial. what a stunning vocabulary you have. (I need to start reading more and writing less!) It is a great thing, especially on A.P., to see someone swinging 4-syllable words around. They really are something of a rarity, let alone, five, six, etc.
#6 Blood and Bone. one must suspect that this is written with an eye toward Iraq, although it is universal in its sentiment. It strikes me, however, that conquering Iraq took much less a toll on Allied forces (pre-war pundits predicting tens of thousands of military body bags (only about 200 as I recall) , as well as 100,000 civilian casualties which, in reality were somewhat less than 8% of the prediction!) It seems like we are able to do much more with much less these days. Praise God!
#7 Diacritical notoation. one must lie prostrate in awe of your vocabulary as well as your ability to turn the rarest of words into the rarest of poetic gems. Hats off to you sir.
#8 Revenge of the Sith. Stellar read... abstract poetry for people who hate abstract poetry! Just a fun read.
#9 Malleting a Metric Meld of Multisyllable Macrostructures
Dittos #8!
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'The artist is a poignant soul, that flits and flows from pallets… the wordsmith is a stalwart troll - that makes his marks with mallets!'
now that's.. priceless.. lol
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It's been waaaaaaaaay too long since I read you.. silly me.. when here.. all the time in such perfect rhyme is the humor I needed to see..
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I read this three times. Very interesting and quite amusing. I liked your recycling theory. To me, life and death will always be a mystery. Out of the darkness we come...into the darkness we go. I enjoyed the read. You do have a way with a mallet.
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Hi, good to see you back and fighting fit, great write my friend always a pleasure to read your work and this is no exception, clever use of words, all the best, sorry am out of applauses or you would have had mine, Di
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This is funny...and I smiled alot...The bird flu seems a little funny anyway...with governments spending billions for something that replaces last year's West Nile situation...It was great satire...but a little long..
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I smiled alot...clever, although a bit long...but I thought it was great satire...
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Never stand too close to a coughing chicken that's what I say, I wonder if they repent before they die? and do they get recycled into useful feather dusters if they believe in God?...did Zeus’s daughters love to frolick with a cock?...you raise so many questions in my mind....an impressive array of humour and observation....some as lightfooted as a fairy..others as acid as last nights curry on the verge of escaping....wonderful stuff...leanne xxx
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Well, it's nice to see a good long diatribe from yourself. Most of the wrongs of the world have found their way in here. Bloody bird flu! See the latest is that cats are catching it. Well, if that dont beat all. There's a memory here of W.S. Gilbert.
www.hyperborea.org/writing/nightmare.html
Iolanthe. I'm sure you'll have read it, but there's a link just in case. And I'll give you a wee clap as well. Watch out for the dying swans, and I don't mean Pavlova. -
Hey!¡ Good to see you!¡ I thought you had got lost in the labyrinthine passages of an old book… or been abducted to a planet with plural moons.
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Bashing God again I see.
You didn't think you'd hear from me!
But I'm back still fool of religion
but your wit doesn't bother me a smidgeon.
I actually liked the first one the best. I've been following the hysteria over the bird flu closely, but haven't stocked up on therma-flu yet.
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nice writes didn't get all them but like the style keep up the writes and have a real nice write day. thank you for sharing this one.
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delightful. Excellent. Funny, too.
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Very interesting write, thanks.
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wow-what a journey you've taken me on here-all around the world and then some...and the music-very melodic and moving...
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this is unbelievably clever
i won't lie and say i followed it all because i didn't...even on second read i got lost
but that's just me.
i liked the layout of this. it's original and fresh. it's enjoyable and fun and makes the reader think.
very nicely done
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I love it sorry I can't give you a full comment I'm in computer class right now. Your poem was inspiring.. I so happen to eat lunch in the art room... I love being intellectual, lol.
I applaud you!
J'e Vous Aime,
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Wow, my mind was tripping over the words, in a good way! Very entertaining and thought provoking at the same time.
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Some good stuff in here. I particularly liked the section on atheism, which neatly straddles the fence, and the torrent of verbiage that builds up towards the end. Good stuff. vic
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