Leisurely, listless, wistful drift… hibernation over?
Stretch and sing – it’s nearly spring, cold and hunger over!
But here’s the thing – why I don’t sing… it’s the under and the over,
When you guys sing of spring ‘n spring, our fall is falling over!
~§~-oOo-~§~
The urban eremite often lacks the rural intermissions,
What a shame they seldom see the season’s infravisions,
But rural too some eschew – parochial and the scandal,
I guess it is all decided by – what one can and cannot handle…
~§~-oOo-~§~
The incidental ode to lentils – finger on the pulse?
The veggies dream of a flatulentless bean – has always been repulsed;
But perhaps we could, with genetic spanners - bolt a better fit
And thus with R.N.A. we’ll take away, the gas producing bit!
Fingers crossed but don’t hold your breath… or perhaps you should?
~§~-oOo-~§~
An ode to woe, a weep too deep that stilts poetic flow,
A grind of mind for a hard time the stalled brain cannot stow,
So leave don’t greave and court the thought, a little light in eyes,
Then slouch the couch and sup the cup, and see the sea’s an’ sighs…
~§~-oOo-~§~
A short tribute to the high queue…
Oh take away your horrid haiku – you know you really ‘oughta,
For syllabic counting is so contrived – like dipping pens in water,
And if the Japanese were so sharp – the meaning of life in three lines,
Why did they need those swordy blokes – to dice up those less fine?
I suppose at least the form is short and rattles through the shredder;
Scarcely more than a title long… or a decent chapter header,
And if you do not like it… you chase off to the next,
Or take a sand rake and drag it through the internal Zen con-text.
Seventeen in binary is, 10001 – seems the kind of rhyming scheme that might appeal to some…
~§~-oOo-~§~
Multiply the metaphor that’s in line with the times,
Add a little alliteration, to sum up some total rhymes
Take away too much subtraction, negative is stark,
And use the long division, to divide the reciprocating mark;
For one upon another – shows a fraction of our sum,
Or from an average hundred - a percentage of our fun,
I’m all at six and sevens; one wonders what it’s four…
But algebra uses letters, now poets know the score!
~§~-oOo-~§~
So if your eyes are opened wide
And you see this urban suicide,
The raddled slut of first world cities
Drugs and greed and life less witty
The god almighty grabbing dollar
Democracy in studded collar;
Why is the new American quest
To inflect this horror on all the rest?
Gun law for the rich… and nothing for the poor?
~§~-oOo-~§~
Writhe those lines into a weft that warps the loom of loon,
Twist the thinnest thread like theme, and bay at the full moon,
Bind the mind with sonic cloth wound around a wound,
And catch us in your silken web with the words you’ve crooned.
~§~-oOo-~§~
I so deplore those conservatives with nothing left to conserve,
I, myself, am an antisocial socialist – and wield it with some verve!
~§~-oOo-~§~
Advice, advice oh ain’t it nice, to get it from all directions;
Splice and dice, and in a trice, poems of perfection!
But wait a bit… I don’t get ‘it’; better change some letters,
Oh and that title too, just won’t do, according to the setters.
That clause is clichéd cut it cold and knead it into nouveaux,
And that type is just so trite, the setting even more so,
Par that puerile paragraph and splint the split infinitive,
Then perhaps you’ll reach towards – the poet’s penned definitive…
Orwell May B. Knott…
~§~-oOo-~§~
Jest another strip of silly scraps, scraped from silica’s flaws,
I hope perhaps the odd one here, gave smile or thoughtful paws,
But if it didn’t, I shouldn't worry, there is an escape claws,
Silica is stark staring mad – and almost always boars!
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Written September 1st, 2003
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A sinuous soliloquy
This sinewy insinuation of pacified specification
has helium-ed the helixes of my inherited designations.
Heaven help me! I think I tied my brain into a knot reading this one. But I still had to try my hand at it. I think I'll leave my hands off of it now. I love the way this just twists and turns around itself. Gave me a tongue cramp. Marvelously well done. I am duly impressed and quite humbled. Brava!!
jill
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Yay! More good'uns!
I agree wholeheartedly about haikus. To me they are just pretentious twaddle. As indeed any of the similar kinds of 'poetry'.
I write haikus now and then but I always use them humorously, never seriously.
Ok, well there was that one time....
But only once! -
I so deplore those conservatives with nothing left to conserve,
I, myself, am an antisocial socialist – and wield it with some verve!
A socialist huh? Well, I knew we had some differences in philosophy but I didn't know how many. It's a wonder we get along at all. (According to your little ditty, you detest me
) Maybe we're both so far to the extreme of the political spectrum, we bump our backs together on the other end of the circle. No matter, I enjoyed these little bits very much despite the political jab.
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“Seventeen in binary is, 10001 – seems the kind of rhyming scheme that might appeal to some…”
What is that?!
Because,
To go from DEC to HEX to BIN,
is one seven to eleven, which is three.
But stranger still the other way,
is three to three to three!
Now I know your work was tagged hors d’oeuvres
Which seems a fitting box
My own I call “Ripe Sweetbreads”
i.e. complete bollocks!
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made me giggle.. and snicker
these are all very clever.. with a lot of bounce
I really enjoy your style.. will be back to read more soon
do come see me sometime
~Scarlet -
Extremely entertaining
Your incisive wit has cut me in two - I've laughed my head off!
There's times I wish my trusty pen was more like rapier sword, but my tendency is for verbosity and the soft and gentle word, and so I'll leave these witty rhymes to your exacting brain, for to write this rhyming comment has near driven me insane!
Bravo! -
When you guys sing of spring ‘n spring, our fall is falling over!
EXACTLY and your storms spin clockwise am I right.
I admit I didn't get to read all. I'm pressed for time. but I love your style, rhythm and voice. I have a lot to learn form you I can tell.
Anyway I've done a print , can read as I doze over Yeats in the evening. I will return with my All-important-and-oh-so-valuable Literary Analysis later in the week
Oh promises promises! -
A grape when ripe is not a gripe,
and never whine but wine,
a scrap of script can be yclept,
as the literal, literal fine.
A quip is a tip, not a quick trip
that boring minds bore into
finding finds that find much more
when seen through the see through
Excellent as always, these tidbits are a tad more than bits !! They're tidlywinks of winking wit!
~~whims -
I think you have a truly beautiful mind, now moreso even, and wit unsurpassed...you know I already love your work.
Sarah
ps haiku sucks hehehe (this articulate statement is intended generally) -
I am weeping with shame at my haiku (or are they senryu?) for I know they would offend you. Are there unpoetic whores among my sloppy metaphors?
These were lots of fun. Don't be stingy with them! -
You writ of this then a little of that
your pen became your foil
And I would have to disagree
when in the final lines
you say you might be leakin' oil.
Within each vein the finest ore
so you my friend I do implore
write and write some more!!
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This isn't scraps..it's the whole enchilda mate!!!!! brilliantly done, made me smile alot
:) 
~GILL~xx -
These hors d'oeuvures of yours I must applause,
I've nibbled through the lot
And found them far superior scraps
Than the main courses that I've got!
Mmmmmm....delicious...can I have some more please Sir!
Kyla
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Hmmm....I'm left wondering if I read this poem backwards at half speed if Ill hear a tribute to satan. :-) At times, my friend, you have a rather Muhammad Alian approach to poetry.....float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. :-)
If poetry was a ride at Disneyland, yours would be an E ticket! -
Within the flaws
are diamonds seen
what once was
has never bean
repulsed by numbers
in addition to words
mixing metaphors
to equate interesting verse
tounge twisting thoughts
hidden within rhyme
it is never the less a pleasure
the wording so sublime
reading Silicas meanderings
just ponderings of his mind..
tasty tid bits
and devoured with gusto
oh dear I think I made a piggly of myself upon your page
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