Spire insight of silence
Swotch and bind, conspiracy of mind
Conspire and self-protrude
Mindless matter of maddened hatter
Borne gall of uncongruent bladder
Reign wettened confections'n faux pas
Pram embedded bedding of public propaganda
And poised for prose 'dulted diaper thrown an' broiled'n a gutter
Homely homelessness in wake of deft arms
Freshened refreshener and wetted choke
Chugged and driven doomed deliverance
Cut of word 'cross and lost'n devious drivings of work
Ticking tenor left fear to render
These haps to fall through ungloved metal and measly meak meal, and
Coarse feel along rift ridged riverbays
Swept upon eons of words spurred affray
Sully gusts, and worry t'encrust
And collect the lost worker from astray.
Shall our neighbor to the Great White North
become our fifty-first state?
To be proudly crowned their eleventh province might prove a better fate
Fresh air, clear lakes and grand vistas not to be beat
Maro-O-largo/Maple Leaf Hotel would make such a grand winter retreat
Call me a Tory turncoat if you must and I'll heartily agree
Oh Canada, my Canada, I'll stand on guard for thee!
No drama without moods
No parties without food
No dark alleys without crime
No ninjas without slime
No fudge without calories
No Picassos without galleries
No thunder without lightning
No saving without belt-tightening
No end to these meaningless rhymes
No stopping ‘til the end of time
Then again, murder today is without remorse
Proving that civility has run its course
certainties
obviously...
oblivious
obviates...
stan sand
‘the sole surviving minnow floats
recipe-laden toward the NGO* shark’
~ edie-bidi chili-bidi
Please write a 300-word
essay on the prize-winning
poem above. You may select
one of the topics below:
“The Role of Dietary Laws
in Water-Based Poetry”
or
“Cultural Mores in the Face of
Soluble Uncertainty”
or
“Psycholinguistic Advantages for
Poets of Double-hyphenated Names”
Please place your
smart-phones
in the box on my
desk… and begin!
*NGO = 'Non-Government Organism'
Good luck, class!
(You'll need it).
A complex domain
Of subatomic particles
And the dynamics of
Physics which works
predicts the existence
Of a novel tetraquark
Compositions of beauty
Charm quarks and two-light
antiquarks schematic predi-
tions might one remind the
other The introduction to
Schematic.
Strong forces from the
exploration of centric functions.
The visible; at the core of this
Exploratory parts of exploration
lies the enigmatic fundermental
strong force.
Central to this understanding are the
therory of Quantum chromodynamics
all which governs the interactions of
strong interactions.A handful of funder
-mental particles known as quarks,
engage in intriguing interactions by
exchanging gluons.
Glouons create all the composite submatter
that eventually form all the visible matter of
the universe.
Words where clarity is needed include,( which
Is listed undefined) hadron, mesons, pions, quark
antiquarks,baryons, protons, exotic hadrons, gluons,
Abd glueball.Spin and parity, experimental or discovery.
Production and detection to unlock its full potential.
Bound isoscalar axial vector.Antidiquark and diquark
undefined.
An army of mites resides in our lashes
With mouths and tiny claws
Along the way during human evolution
This surely must have been a flaw
Astronauts strangely can't burp in space
What kind of dribble is that
A feline can have over a hundred kittens
Now that's one pooped out cat
Some atheists put up Christmas trees
An identity crisis for sure
A cow can poop up to four tons a year
That's sure a batch of manure
A woman once had sixty-nine children
Talk about barefoot and pregnant
With a dirty big bunch of kiddies like that
She could hold her own beauty pageant
Nose prints are used to identify dogs
Imagine if they were used for humans
Especially during the influenza season
There'd be snot all over the policemen
The tallest people in the world are the Dutch
Must have to duck under the windmills
While kissing most tilt their head to the right
But there's some who rub noses still
The salary of Toto in “The Wizard Of Oz”
Was a hundred twenty dollars a week
That's a hundred and twenty more than me
Since retiring my new job is sleep
The pressure is on, can't let a day go by
Without writing a poem... that would be unthinkable
The Poetry Police would be breaking down my door
And exacting severe punishment
Us poet guys are committed (or should be! LOL)
A bit of humour there...
Even on those days when it feels like we're brain dead
We must call on all the intestinal fortitude we can muster
Even if it's a five line limerick
What about a five line narrative?
Does that work or am I twisting the rules?
What do you call this thingy dingy that you're reading now
Ha! Gotcha... it's a POEM!!!!!
What a tricky guy I am...
When writing about writing a poem, I'm writing a poem
Strange eh!
"drunken canuck roadside assistance" or "AA eh"
perhaps i can
't cook with
out a
douse
of what's
not out of a
moose's
snout
or
what snot
is not
a
boot or
about
but
i know what i
knew i now
know
now
that
then
if your day
begins then
it should also
end with a
Guinness and
an absolvo te eh
men
am...tea
empt-tea-ed
now...
so...sew me
a...cof eh?
black...
with...three
sweet-ners
cof...
to...sweet-nurse
the...espresso
(cof...hrrmmph...an...infinity thought : )
thou ought
not naught-nought
knot-thought
stans sand
I can't stop them, the words just keep flying out
As if someone else is controlling my fingers
And I just feverishly write them down and obey their commands
Spooky eh!
Am I destined for the funny farm or does this happen to others
Please say yes!
I don't want to go to the funny farm and sit in a chair all day wearing a bib!
I'm too young!
I still have three of my five senses, but one or two of those are suspect
I keep telling myself...
There, might lie the problem, talking to myself when others can hear
Get funny looks!
Having a mind that just won't quit has it's down side
But all things considered
I certainly wouldn't want to have it any other way!
Computers are so annoying at times
Almost like they're human it's a crime
So what's the deal
Is this fairy tale real
Seems like computers are still in rhyme
The pressure is on, can't let a day go by
Without writing a poem... that would be unthinkable
The Poetry Police would be breaking down my door
And exacting severe punishment
Us poet guys are committed (or should be! LOL)
A bit of humour there...
Even on those days when it feels like we're brain dead
We must call on all the intestinal fortitude we can muster
Even if it's just a five line limerick
What about a five line narrative?
Does that work or am I twisting the rules?
What do you call this thingy dingy that you're reading now
Ha! Gotcha... it's a POEM!!!!!
What a tricky guy I am...
When writing about writing a poem, I'm writing a poem
Strange eh!
Bell Bottoms...
I like cuffs better ~
Ivy League
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