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Dear Readers: In an effort to contribute my bit to the revelry of this day which is usually dedicated to sheer nonsense, I'd like to introduce a Q and A series I call "Grins and Groaners"...rated PG for Puns Galore...which is also dedicated to sheer nonsense.
...Happy April Fool's Day, P S...
Q: What would you call a straight-laced swine copulating with a small, rotund garden rodent?
A: A square pig in a round vole.
Q: What might be an occasional "hook-up" between some homosexual vicars?
A: Reverending.
Q: What is the story of a dyslexic girl who loses a glass slipper at a palace ball?
A: Prinderella and the Cince.*
*Not entirely original. I heard it somewhere, but can't remember where.
Q: What is the weekly meeting at Starbuck's of a group of bronchially challenged ladies?
A: A coughy clatch.
Q: For theatre and film buffs, what do you call the fibbin' in December?
A: The lyin' in Winter. (The Lion in Winter)
Q: How do genealogists in Edinburgh go about constructing a family tree?
A: By connecting the Scots.
Q: What is a reference to someone with "Bette Davis eyes"?
A: An optical allusion.
Q: What is the name of an ornamental fish that lunched on a thousand chips?
A: Helen of koi.
Q: What's the difference between Jesus and Muhammad?
A: About six hundred years.
Q: What's another term for "killing with kindness"?
A: Assault and flattery.
Form:
Thistle Be Nettlesome To Weed...
Who (on a lark) doth
spur my distant soul
fully bellowed ahoy
quickly hastening
ye to catfish
as a way to avoid
this beastie boy
wherein America playfulness
of generic gull versus buoy
ought tubby coy,
where thee
(latter days haint)
feeble, (non fable us)
jerry-rig mock up employ
appetizing as pâté de foie
gras, flavored for
tastebuds of goy
opposed to dietary
strictures of Jew,
moost likely christening
implies holier than thou
(especially, asper those hoy
tee toy
tee upscale rich folk)
proudly prideful mensch
linkedin kindling joy
de vivre, while
quietly dwelling stoke
king traditions ensconced, poke
king and prodding youngest
generation to become
rooted like mighty oak,
within their mini mansions,
and attending synagogue,
solemn non joke
kingly seriously
commingling, congregating,
and copulating plenti
fully, while livingsocial
at least among other rich folk,
sans Mainline, Pennsylvania
a cohesive family tribe
dispersed members of Zion
prompting this atheistic
scribe try'n
to fathom long gone - NEIN
never forgotten Semitic
village people (mine
ancestry), who hailed and
harkened from Eastern Europe
wonder on this
eightieth anniversary,
of Kristallnacht, where genocide
cleft a jagged line,
where ponders thyself
countless relations
haunting as I dost
eat, sleep or dine!
Daddy was a Gypsy…..we roamed from town to town
Sometimes a little tipsy….but he had to wash it down
Never stay too long…always have a song…to sing
Mama followed Daddy…they loved each other so
After copulating… there were four of us to show
When people saw us coming…doors were open wide
When we were going….everybody cried
Cause we brought happiness…always a new quest
Daddy was a Gypsy
And we follow where he leads.
Vs1
Living the life of a gypsy
We didn't have much to our name
But daddy always told us
We should never be ashamed
Mama said our riches
Were different than the rest
We were rich in love
And rich in happiness
Chorus*
Vs2
Well we never met a stranger
Always had one along
All of them would tell us
Our family s so strong
I may not've known then
But the thing that i now know
Mama was our heart
And daddy is our soul
Chorus*
Earth's soul, Her soil
His fuel, Her Sun
His blood, Her baptismal water
Her SkyGod fills each copulating breath
upon Her bilateral lightwhite/dualdark skin
of self-regenerating ecoconsciousness,
where God's super-eco logic
double-binds Time's bilateral evolving light
now-present primal balance
nutritional stream for EarthTribe CoIdentity,
RNA/DNA square rooting (0)-seeds-of-dialectic-time strings
of reverse-hierarchical revolutioning spiral Prime Dimension ReGenesis,
healthflow-balanced fractal-quadrant
Prime Relationship Tao
Interior with Exterior
polyculturing rainbow Earth's forgiving maintenance.
Bow to your partner
doe see doe prime balance
spin to regenerate,
resolve balance to evolve time's light
with dualdark co-gravitation
Win to Win
or at least notnot draw
midway's wu wei Tipping Point
dipolar regenerative systemic healthpower
of bicameral LeftYang/RightYinWin temporal-neural fold,
fractal-dialectical,
(0)-soul dualdark bilateral
reverse-temporal bipolar balance,
ConVex happiness is to ConCave health
as Earth's nutrition gives to Anthro's cooperative temporal wealth
holonically generous polycultural life,
Interior-mind/Exterior-body
nondualistic 0/1
sacred/secular
multiculturally healing landscapes.
Like many poets before, I have tried all which-way
not to measure love – not to price love~
Like a post office puts sentiment to a ruler
meters jewelry purchased, already with the
weight of grief -- a romantically stricken heart;
a summarily discarded lover, hoping to
re-awaken a former partner’s
fond participation, given chance for another poke
at the fond lip, desirable pressure on the fond hip
Large teddy bears and cards
also weighed and measured before ship -- for occasions
missed, when wife, lover, child, having been sore-fully neglected
therefore get rightfully pissed
Even Nature, our Mother, greenly tempts, colorfully invests:
her seasonal erections of flushing, blushing, gushing
scenting blossoms, to entice passionate play
naked torsos
tingling, mingling, aromatic redden complexions,
sharing conjugal hyper confections
titillating beaches along winding capes
surfboard fanatics
attempting copulating acrobatics --
could man be little more than Nature’s
sophisticated, prancing, bathing, basking
swimming, back-paddling, saturated
zoo-like apes?
Does God purchase love
with fear of hell, therefore
man treasures love
like a market placing
calls on highs and lows
winners to shows
nose-bleeds
for pressured ups
while cushions
for the fearful falls --
keeping players
awake nights
for rosy to ripe
the tremulous trigger
the purring calls?
this is a true if near impossible contest
how can you write a poem about mourning
and honouring the ones deceased in a war
without it being somewhat political
you do not have to be a feminist
and as a man I hope to be one
to know that the personal is political
and the private is a very public sphere
making decisions in groups such as
celebrating Memorial Day for example
remembering My Lai and Buchenwald
can never be an individual solitary pursuit
a poppy on lapels and automobile bumpers
where have all the flowers gone indeed
grieving purple hearts not lost in amnesia
are statements which involve statesmanship
gone wrong
missions failed
skeletons gathered
loved ones bereaved
ethics become immoral
for sure I do condemn all wars
and not the pawned veterans
artificial borders are frontiers of madness
and soldiers wrongly pay the ultimate price
for what insanity exactly for whose gain
a flag draped over a coffin appears to me to be
a euphemism and declaration of capitulation
to greed money power and humanity’s inherent bedevilments
and in that sense I have a place for thinking of the dead
I wish to have compassion empathy consideration
not just for soldiers fallen in the course of seeming duty only
but also for civilians slayed by unfriendly fire and contempt
like others I have often claimed ‘never again’ in vain
on Memorial Day I chose to read war poets and philosophers of peace
pray reflect meditate and hope as I suck in the pain that wars are causing
and on the matter of writing an unpolitical poem on this very day
it is like fighting for peace with weapons or copulating for virginity
‘live by the sword and die by the sword’ is never double edged
instead quite clear cut and it takes immeasurable guts to refuse the call
a tribute of distinction allegiance to conscience strength and objection
and to the principle that pacifism involves never forgetting what matters most
notes to the reader:
I spent 15 years in the Armed Forces and was discharged with honour and alive
I have a subtle feeling that I might not place in this contest
Said the sacred green EcoFeminist
to the hard
and carnal red EgoPatriarch:
If one's only ego-weapon
is a hard erectile key
then every perennial trauma
will seem to be a locked
and toxic
traumatized
closed up tight
back and forth shut down
with all his might
anti-bright
Black Hole.
So it is
in monocultures,
where spirited nature
abhors a well-rooted YangWoke vacuum
As if pregnant enculturing wombs
were a personally disempowering
contradiction
of indigenously natured
panentheistic
naturally sacred inside
open hole systemic outside
root chakra Yintegrity
For resiliently optimizing
multiculturing cooperative
integrally copulating
co-impassioned
opening poles for otherwise
empty closed-out binomial hole
Metric bicameral systems
positive 1 through not negative 0
systemic yang/yin mediation
for wu-wei natural-ego inside
eco-spirited outside environments
AnthroSupremely
monotheistic privileged worship
through worn out right-hand jobs
nurturing compulsive 1's only tool
to relieve a LeftBrain dominant
verbal keynote loud overspeaker
So every not perennial
impulsive non-0 zone
win/lose deflowering problem
looks rationally Either/Or
and sounds Mine/Or-Thine
and yet smells potentially fertile
Refilling a locked-up integrity
integral womb
of polytheistic potential
compassionately awaiting princely One poles
fulfilling Holy win/win systemic Peace
with wellness Zero wholes
compassionately co-investing
zen souls.