Horton hears
a “who done it?”
March is Dr. Seuss month
and Women’s history month.
How come we gotta’ share
the month with him?
Can’t every day be
Womens’ Day?
Can’t every day
be Black
History Day?
Is that too much to ask for all
the men, heroes, and brave people
who helped make our country
the UNITED states of something
or other?
I don’t remember
all the presidents names
(lower case p)’
but, I remember great speeches
from the mouths of history.
That history will repeat itself
in vicious circles
of confusion,
like a caged ball
python;
still searching for the same
thawed out, dead rat,
unless powerful
people with money
pay
attention.
the cuckoo is a lazy trickster
she lays her eggs in bush warbler’s nest
remember Mayzie LaBird in Dr. Seuss’s book Horton Hears the Who?
Bush warbler is tricked by cuckoo bird.
She thinks the eggs are hers.
Takes care of them until they hatch
And then raises cuckoo’s baby as her own.
Tim Horton, Tim Janis
Kofi Annan, In a scaffold that knots a shoeless
You are mincing me on a cutting board, these days
In pounds per pounding heart , with knives and bleesed hone
You were a father's lump and a mother's grace
And slowly in your ladder you learned to term these as art
Not those in Those Winter Sundays.
What did you do with that wooden frame?
Did you find the tree in ancestry?
In a writer's studio
Yes even without an autobiography
Surname, on a Harlem street, for one , Lucy Heo?
She is on learner's permit
Dreaming in off white in a bloodshed
That paid housekeeping in Ramses Two.
For a resume in pre-positioning Curator
Which rub will call prophecies of Moses through optical fiber
In Tele-communication.
For an analog togetherness, long gone, scare-crow , coo!
to exhibit digital exit, incognito, too.
Horton smelled a Who, what about Hortense
Did she have that special female 'sixth sense'
It seems she was lacking
But not 'cos of hacking
'Hortense! Stop burning that freaking incense!'
Christmas reimagined by who…
not Horton nor Whoville
but Doctor Who
A bride vanished from altar
Her reception,
hopped up with Santas and a tree
Ornaments’ revolving, lifting,
evolving into bombs
Jitters, not the groom or bride
A network web
of complexity below
the complex
Racnoss wrapping
sweet gifts
not at all nice
10/29/2022
*For those not familiar, Racnoss are Arachnids
I knew we were in trouble
when Dr. Suess lowered the boom
Daring to change his book's title
from 'Horton Hears a Whom'
Actual aptitude and action almost always align aright.
Beautiful bliss, beastly belligerent behaviors: both burn bright.
Caringly convinced, cantankerous curmudgeons collapse, contrite.
Disdaining darkness, devoted disciples dig deep, discover delight.
Erudite, eager efforts encourage, energize, even excite.
For faithful few, fortitude, ferocious fight favors failed, feeble flight.
Gesticulating graders generate ghastly groans grinding graphite.
Happily, Horton has highly honed hearing; howler has humble height.
Invite ideas, ignite ingenuity, illumine insight.
Jaundiced jackboot juxtaposing "justice", jubilation: Jacobite.
Kindly koala kid keeps knitting knotted kaleidoscopic kites.
Levity lifts languishing leanings, leaves listeners luminous, light.
Mellifluously mild merriment mellows mad, malevolent might.
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Lol, this is an abecedarian monorhyme of alliterative monokus.
Not sure I'll get to the second half
Tim Horton's and Starbucks are cropping up
On just about every corner
We've become a nation of coff-o-holics
My choice is obviously the former
Being Canadian and a hockey aficionado
One of the reasons for my choice
Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs
In the 50s and 60s we rejoiced
He tragically died in an automobile accident
On a highway in February '74
Just before this great franchise took flight
And became a “one on every corner” goal
What a sad ending but his name will live on
Becoming part of Canada's culture
Was destined to become a very wealthy man
Until his very untimely departure
Tim Horton's and Starbucks are cropping up
On just about every corner
We've become a nation of coff-a-holics
My choice is obviously the former
Being Canadian and a hockey aficionado
One of the reasons for my choice
Tim Horton played for the Toronto Maple Leafs
In the 50s and 60s we rejoiced
He tragically died in an automobile accident
On a highway in February '74
Just before this great franchise took flight
And became a “one on every corner” goal
What a sad ending but his name will live on
Becoming part of Canada's culture
Was destined to become a very wealthy man
Until his very untimely departure
Quality children's books were what this man was bound to produce.
He was a writer who died 30 years ago and his name was Dr. Seuss.
He died in September of 1991 and was born in March of 1904.
It's a great loss to the world because he can't write anymore.
He wrote books such as "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" and "The Cat In The Hat".
As people read his books, the drawings are things they love to look at.
He wrote "Green Eggs and Ham" and "Horton Hears a Who".
He wrote "Horton Hatches an Egg" and "Hop on Pop" too.
I wish that I could write as well as he did, his books are things that people can't resist.
Dr. Seuss was a very talented author and since his death in 1991, he has been missed.
[Dedicated to Dr. Seuss (1904-1991) who died on September 24, 1991]
TELL TALE TITLES
Frost’s “The Road Not Taken”
could have been entitled
“Lost in the Woods”
Thoreau’s
“On Your Own in the Wilderness”
never seen as a treatise on
transcendentalism
and without Joseph Heller
we would have no “Catch-22”.
The title should
in some respect
cause you to reflect
on the less obvious
more substantial nuances
of the body,
the heart and soul,
the essence
of the experience.
Horton may have heard a “Who”,
but children hear an invitation
into an awakening imagination,
a distant place
of magic and mystery
hidden
in plain sight.
John G. Lawless
©4/28/2021
So boring were 1950's school reading primers --
See Dick. See Dick run. Run, Dick. Run, run, run.
See Jane. See Jane run. Run, Jane. Run, run, run. --
The status quo reigned. Schookids' futures' no fun
Then along came Dr. Suess' cat and changed all of that --
Sally and I and the fish jumped up and down on the ball
The cup and the plate, the spoon and the cake, all standing tall --
Who cares if later we watched all those cool things fall
By 1957, kids of all ages were moving and grooving a lot --
to Sam-I-am, Yertle the Turtle, and Marvin K. Mooney
the Vipper of Vipp and the Horton the Who driving us loony --
Poor timing, Sputnik 1: USA's finest now force-fed Science. O, ruined we!
Little Cindy Lou Who runs a cafe round the bend.
If you are lonely, that's where you'll find a friend.
Because all of the characters who live in Whoville land
eat colorful eggs there. (But no green eggs for Sam I Am!)
My friend is Yertle, whose house is his shell.
He has learned not to want to rule all pretty well.
I talk with Horton who says he hears a Who (or two).
Horton champions small creatures showing us Whos are true!
All 91 of us thank Dr. Seuss who brought us to life
So we could tackle problems, like teach how to beat strife.
We teach compassion and joy that makes us sing.
We help children learn, with funny characters, what love can bring.
Horton heard a Who
Or Doo-wa-diddy see
One fish, two fish
Slipped onto a dish
For that Sam-I-am
That Sam-I-am
Who never ever liked
Green Eggs and Ham
Since 'twas too wet to go out
too cold to play ball
So, Sally and Sam and I
Just played jacks in the hall
While His Highness himself
The Vipper of Vip
Booked a most unconventional trip
Aboard a horse and wagon
And can you imagine
That it all happened on Mulberry Street...
December 30, 2019
Jump Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
i celebrate having
met great poets
David and especially
Maureen both from
way up north but
not in the sense of
north that Johnny
Horton sung about
because his song was
about Alaska and i'm
writing about Canada
you gave us Michael
Myers not to be
confused with
Halloween movies
and Neil Young not
to be confused with
Neil Old from down
under but the
understatement of
all is the gene splicing
or mutation of genius
Norm McDonald
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