Thet called me a Clerk Typist,
But handed me casework meant
For a higher pay grade.
Families leaned on me, and I carried them
Growth came from fortitude,
Not classification.
I did the job first,
Earned the title after some time
Public Assistance Specialist,
Proven by service, not paperwork.
Lesson: Your role is shaped by what you
Rise to, not what they print on your hiring form.
in the fifties I was an odd kind of beatnik.
I did not have a goatee; I was not Maynard G. Krebs
I was a hippie in the seventies, but not promiscuous.
But love, sweet love, I surely did believe in that.
And I was not crazy happy about the Vietnam War.
In the eighties, I heard my kind referred to as Bohemians.
We did things our way, not our parents; okay by me.
Now I a non-conformist, but most are who truly grow up.
Grow away, grow their own set of rules and values, right?
I will soon be old enough to be called eccentric.
Oh, I am there now?
Thank you my sweet.
difficult to classify
an unknown gizmo
thingamabob, doohickey
whatchamacallit
unnamed yet not unexpected
not unlike certain people
whose unique qualities defy classification
And now we come to the special cases:
You know, they are at the edge of the living,
Questionable that they fit the classification
Just a little red gristle at the articulations
Very desiccated, like pampas grass
Flopping like straw umbrellas
Non-speaking specimens,
What can they be thinking -
If anything?
Cradle one in your arms;
Isn’t it sad
What you think of them
Someone thinks of you
(There are wisdom schools which,
going backward from what has happened,
can either prove or disprove almost anything)
If there’s a fool, who’s learnt to be nigh cool,
He sure would win so-called wise as a rule,
Let him come from whatever wisdom school.
And if there be a bully anywhere,
If he gets ‘way with his bubble of scare,
There’s ample chance, it’s just his frothy dare.
Let me put it simply this way rather:
Should a man feel fully free, I gather,
Chances are, he’s born free of a father.
I therefore have this simple rule that reads:
If any an input in life succeeds,
Scant little has it to do with your creeds.
It then fails to prove nor ever disprove
That tales in tales, nor ever love in love,
Given earth’s gravity, can higher move.
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Tercet |10.04.2024|funny
Poet’s note: A Triplet, Triolet, nor yet a Terza Rima, this is a Tercet, marked as Other. It is time Poetry Soup allows this classification.
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When I wuz little
Kidz in school would say
i wuz ugh uh we
my teeph were straight
hair alwayz dude
i were
fashion forward
chicks in the neighborhood
yup
dug me
Three uv them work for
Me
their name tagz read
'ugh'
and 'uh'
and also 'we'
there'z a staff portrait in the
vestibule
after 13 yearz
they still haven't got it
I told them the letterz
were their
staff classification
,)
*y'all know I set that up ;)
"For better or worse, zoos are how most people come to know big or exotic animals. Few will ever see wild penguins sledding downhill to sea on their bellies, giant pandas holding bamboo lollipops in China or tree porcupines in the Canadian Rockies, balled up like giant pine cones." -Diane Ackerman
Prickly are these sweet creatures who allow calm people to pet them.
Old world versus New-world are these
Rodents that protect themselves with
Coats of spines composed of keratin.
Under the Old-world classification, the
"Pests of Kenya" are strictly nocturnal and larger than the critters
In South and North America.
New World porcupines love the woods and even climb trees.
Enemies should beware Porky's clatter of his teeth, which proceeds
Sharp quills penetrating the foe's skin as this critter attacks!
Chicken Chuck Chiggers chose chances of Chow
Changing curly curd curiosities that happened now
Clamping clogging cleats, classifying clones of mad cow
Colorado’s colorful colonists commanding condos of wow
Crusty cramped crullers creeping in craggy crevasses so
Crispy cartooned crestfallen consonants following below
Caroling cartons carefully consternating as catfish grow
Christmas card carolers confusing craggy-topped snow.
Confusing collars commanding colorized classification
Creating confident compact colonel’s consternation
Colliding converse comparisons in curious colorization
Commanding calendars corduroy in cellophane colonization
Wee trick-or-treaters
scream at the sight of my face.
Should I wear a mask?
Not really sure "senryu" is the correct classification! Oh, well, . . .
October 8, 2022
Zoology
Animal Biology -
Classification, Distribution, Evolution, Form -
Geology Helps Investigations Jumpstart Knowledge -
Latest Methods Necessarily Overturn Past Questions,
Reorganizing Some Taxonomic Understanding -
Variations Within Xenotypic Yeasts -
Zoology
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(my last one, I promise!)
London
Past meets present meets future,
Smoothed pavement meets uneven cobblestone, water filtering through the divots accumulated from consistently dull weather days,
Tall buildings, cathedrals, skyscrapers, each holding different people, stories,
Short buildings, flats, pubs, filled with red-faced arguments over the classification of ‘chips’ in fish and chips,
Bumbling tourists getting pickpocketed on the Tube, an expat know-it-all watching from a cafe, a local haughtily observing it all as they speed-walk past,
The ferry putters by, the captain repeating his script and jokes he probably now hears in his sleep from the repetition, repetition, repetition,
“How can you tell the tourists from the locals? Wave and see who bothers responding,”
The people on board cackle because it’s their first time hearing it, and “Oh, Mark, dear, can we please tip him a little extra? He was just too kind,”
The London Eye keeps turning, blinking as the days pass, blinded by the cherry red buses that shock against the gray concrete,
The cars keep left, the people who have left are replaced on the next flight over,
London
C7
No bigger than a drop of blood on a finger
pricked by a thorn, it marches along
the stem of a rosebush; a Grenadier guard
in its crimson uniform, with seven spots exactly
splashed across its coat. Not a random
flick of a paintbrush, but like a soldier’s
chevron; its rank, its classification.
It rises ready to do battle with the greenfly
that hide amongst soft petals until
confronted with my outstretched fingers
onto which it clambers. I hold it aloft
and blow a soft breath across its tiny body.
Its wings fan open and like a fire-rescue helicopter,
it flies away home.
The Creator's Macrocosm
~ Mankind's classification microcosm
We classify many things as good.
We may classify them as bad.
They may be classified as neither.
Or classified as both.
Life is said to be seen in black.
Seen in white.
Sometimes grey.
Or no color at all.
But sometimes there is no classification.
Only the thin line in between.
Or not at all.
Because some things are so out of the context of our understanding.
That they are none of the four.
Not good.
Not bad.
Not both.
And never neither.
Classification and education are not inspiration
To classify or correct a poem does not make poetry
Who of you are able to Judge Shakespeare
If you cannot judge the best how can you judge the least
If Shakespeare were here today he would receive an N/A
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