I am so George Carlin, I am so Carol Burnet.
I am so Lenny Bruce, I am so Lucile Ball Arnaz.
I have a question for all of you So Everybody Else.
Why can't you be So You absolutely unique to yourself"?
I would never say, "I am So So and So."
I might say, "I aspire to go further than So and So had a chance to go."
There is nothing wrong with admiring and being inspired by somebody,
but when you assimilate them to the point where you lose your identity,
you are stagnating yourself and limiting the potential of your abilities.
Don't tell me how similar you are to somebody else.
Show me how unique and special you are with your knowledgeable wealth.
Categories:
burnet, hero,
Form: Rhyme
T The wide belts, hip-huggers, bell bottom pants
H Hip people dress like Sonny and Cher
E Everyone loves Carol Burnet, Harvey Korman, and Bonanza
S Singers cannot compete with Barbara Striesand
E Everyone Knows Tony Orlando and Dawn
V Very important to move away from home at 18
E Every country music lover knows Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson
N New show about a single woman, featuring Mary Tyler Moore
T Too cute Marlo Thomas steals our hearts
I I am sorry to report we are still in Viet Nam
E Everyone sees Bette Midler, Tina Turner, and Robert Redford
S Suddenly everyone is wearing tops that look maternity
Categories:
burnet, nostalgia,
Form: Acrostic
Walking across dry green fields grass knee high so rich so very dark,
I lifted my scythe high and it swept over the meadow with sharp ease,
Cutting the perennial clover as it filled the air with a sweet scent,
A razor sharp scythe dropping the yellow goats beard and dog daisies.
The dreaded scythe chopped the chervil under hedges, trees and fences,
Next the yellow rattle, the lotus and beautiful quake-grass and poas,
The day moved on quickly so down went the fescues and rough cocksfoot,
In the rank grounds, the wild oats and darnels by the small waysides.
Nothing would be left as the red pensile panicles and covered foxtails,
The timothy fell with their spikes on the edge of shaded wood forests,
And the light air-grass and the purple burnet all through the meadows,
I took my shirt off the twig of a tree and me and the scythe went home.
Categories:
burnet, nature, yellow,
Form: Prose Poetry
Walking across dry green fields grass knee high so rich so very dark,
I lifted my scythe high and it swept over the meadow with sharp ease,
Cutting the perennial clover as it filled the air with a sweet scent,
A razor sharp scythe dropping the yellow goats beard and dog daisies.
The dreaded scythe chopped the chervil under hedges, trees and fences,
Next the yellow rattle, the lotus and beautiful quake-grass and poas,
The day moved on quickly so down went the fescues and rough cocksfoot,
In the rank grounds, the wild oats and darnels by the small waysides.
Nothing would be left as the red pensile panicles and covered foxtails,
The timothy fell with their spikes on the edge of shaded wood forests,
And the light air-grass and the purple burnet all through the meadows,
I took my shirt off the twig of a tree and me and the scythe went home.
Categories:
burnet, nature, yellow,
Form: Prose Poetry
Seeking an encounter sneaking
Knew we drifted far apart
when no more sex for us start.
On the couch you went, sent
passion long lost, coldness our new descent.
Yet falsely believed I did
love replace our hate forbid,
into our arms recover
our love again to discover.
When on day, internet see
just what a fool made of me.
Classified hunting gone you
not for love, but sex I knew.
Hot women…. Willing… seeking,
casual encounter… sneaking.
Ashamed I say, much betrayed
now seek an end this I pray.
You I declare empty find,
wet internet burnet kind
Hard in chair, screen blank you stare
free of you, happy I swear!
Categories:
burnet, husband, lost loveinternet,
Form: Couplet