Oh, the things we might write if we all channeled Seuss:
like streams of Foie Gras through a cannibal goose!
Even masters might gain, yes even the bard.
Cuz you’ve got to admit it: that blank verse is hard.
And thank goodness this doc was a Seuss, not a Geisel,
or our poems would struggle to include a weasel.
Yes, it’s so much more fun to bid you a good day
in a playfully, lyrical, Seussian way!
Categories:
geisel, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes I feel small
Small but dangerous
Like a single, radioactive atom
Barry Manilow, the Beatles, They Might be Giants, Harry Cow, Madlib, Thom Yorke, Corey Taylor, Theodore Geisel.
I don't write the best poems.
I wish I at least looked like I was trying.
I have too much to write about, and not enough words to say it.
The damage has already been done.
So I float on through an indeterminate stream
unsettling, yet somehow certain,
more so than a gust of wind
a visible, traceable vector
that expands in the favorable paths of life
or at the very least, the eternal now and present things thing that are
the stars,
the gaps in space
and the rocks moving within
the astrotonic plate,
the rift of the present day that is and is always
right here.
Categories:
geisel, america,
Form: Free verse
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
I'd rather you not spoke
Your throats I'd like to choke
All you do is criticize
See things with an evil eye
The embodiment of cancel culture
The predator we call a vulture
I do not like the clothes you wear
I do not like your unkempt hair
I do not like you here or there
I do not like you anywhere
I do not like you folk
I do not like you woke
Your opinions are a joke
I hope you end up broke
May all your plans completely fail
Then all of you wind up in jail
And if you try to ban this poem
I'll put some ants into your scrotum
~ Theodore Geisel, posthumously
Categories:
geisel, funny, poems, satire, word
Form: Couplet
My sincere apologies to Dr. Seuss
I couldn't resist writing this one
Some of that tasty green ham and eggs
With a bunch of worms on a bun
Eeew! That sounds really quite gross
Dr. Seuss is turning over in his grave
Us poets call it artistic license
Sometimes it winds up depraved
Like how about this, lox in my socks
They'd get pretty stinky in a while
Or one knish, two knish in a dirty dish
Or yertles turtles in a pile
I'm really sorry, Mr. Theodore Geisel
That's Dr. Seuss' real name
Sure made our childhood a bunch of fun
But of course that was your aim!
Especially for John John!!!
© Jack Ellison 2105
Categories:
geisel, tribute,
Form: Quatrain
brain on hold
bare-footed in a hurry
heading nowhere
Theodor Seuss Geisel - Dr. Seuss - Oh the Places You'll Go.
Here's my favorite page
"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You're on your own. And you know what you know.
And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...”
Categories:
geisel, journey,
Form: Senryu
Some get hooked on poetry
By reading Robert Frost
Or Dickinson or Poe
Or others whom their paths have crossed.
In college I read Coleridge,
Byron, Shelley,Whitman, Pound,
T.S. Eliot and Wordsworth,
All in Norton’s, nicely bound.
But in truth, what got me started
Was less lofty, though enticing –
More like turning from the cake
So I could focus on the icing.
For my intro into rhyming
(If you don’t count Mother Goose),
Were the silly stories written
By that master, Dr. Seuss.
I was lifted and delighted
By each word upon each page;
Though he also drew the pictures,
It was language that engaged.
Every rhyme and all the rhythm
Seeped by suction to my veins
And they flowed into the depths
Where the important stuff remains.
So to Dr. Seuss I owe a debt.
He changed the way I’m wired
And I wonder if he realized
All the poets he inspired.
Categories:
geisel, poets, thank you,
Form: Rhyme
before I pass through the moon and stars, I would like too have a family in the woods, by a creek hearing birds chirping as they stay in the trees I'll tell my children that there talking bout you, when the night comes we will count all the stars see how full the sky is and pray for a shooting star when you go to bed I'll stir up some hot chocolate and surprise them in their room, how great it is to have these things when your fast asleep in peace.
Raymond Geisel- id like too
Categories:
geisel, beautiful, growing up, life,
Form: Rhyme
My sincere apologies to Dr. Seuss
I couldn't resist writing this one
Some of that tasty green ham and eggs
With a bunch of worms on a bun
Eeew! That sounds really quite gross
Dr. Seuss is turning over in his grave
Us poets call it artistic license
Sometimes it winds up depraved
Like how about this, lox in my socks
They'd get pretty stinky in a while
Or one knish, two knish in a dirty dish
Or yertles turtles in a pile
I'm really sorry, Mr. Theodore Geisel
That's Dr. Seuss' real name
Sure made our childhood a bunch of fun
But of course that was your aim!
© Jack Ellison 2012
Categories:
geisel, children,
Form: Quatrain