Long Hyphens Poems
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COOL FEVER
a Winter compress,
the giant ice cube —
a rubicon of
white gold pampering -
the Spring gate is closed.
thermometer -
brash, cache of chill.
illness moves fast
o’er snowy hill.
cool fever,
this tizzy-
snowmobile
racing
torrent,
H-O-T
12/10/2019
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Chosen Title: Cool Fever
Checked by howmansyllables.com
Line 4 is 5 syllables Not 6
Final line is 1 syllable separated by hyphens
Cant lift my eyes beyond half past seven anymore
Nay! I do not wish to see...
Past hyphens and inverted commas
Lies and more catastrophe
Ambidextrous clock with appalling brevity
The second hand throws away society
Caught on the hook of an apostrophe
Hit and run humanity
With what shall I beseech thee?
Amix with soot and grime am I today
I painted me....! I mascara'd me!
Not this... warpaint for smudges
A discard of society
Sunk in dank mediocrity
Left to dream on the periphery
Sacked and sold with all their niceties
And pensioned off into obscurity
Cascading through the fingers of our hands
Groans the running Namib sands
Camel plods along ignoring facts
Dali's clock is molten wax - a mystery
Certain as Terrabyte and Megabitten memory
Omits to call- forgets to visit me
Barter of goods was before gold or paper before electronic
Transfers of the digit inflaters..How are dots and numbers
Balanced and checked? How many hyphens will i need for
A floor? How many dots to create a strong door? or a ship
Or a boat? Could i have one in gold? I've heard there are Some of timber?
Or is that concept too old? If I had ten cows, and some
Goats i could swap.? I would gather some fish, trade some out keep some back, fry some dry some
Trade some others, at the market on a table.' This way of
Enabling life to progress, predates any laws or even Legaleese, that creates quite a mess' the need of commoditys will allways be there.' It won't make any difference if you've blue or blond hair.' You still thrive with
Commerce, all the better if skills, are encouraged within
A community not so focused on ills.' It was there from the
Earliest knowledge of man, in fact they still trade commoditys i beleive, thats how things still stand' its before laws established, and its today, and beyond! drive
Your cattle to the market, trade your goods its still on.!
Apparently Soup finds the Latin word for ‘Human’ offensive;
about as ‘P.C. gone wrong’ as it’s possible to get. I have had to
include completely superfluous hyphens in order to get the word
accepted.
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Our home in the stars so often ransacked
Homo-destructus had forced us to act
So quick to breed
Killed - not to feed
Our ancient ancestors counter-attacked
All rounded up for a new rebirth
Transported far to a fertile Earth
A gauntlet they ran -
- Neanderthal man
Homo-destructus; victor or serf?
That was a million Earth years ago
Call us inquisitive, we need to know
A long stellar trek
In order to check
What occurs when you let primitives go
Five light years travelled to view their progress
Earth is an angry and war tangled mess
Our crew now lay savaged
Our ship also ravaged
Homo-destructus sees no welcome guest
That primeval race that we once left to swarm
With clubs and flint axes their weaponry norm
Strangely ironic
They’re now atomic
And Homo-destructus remains true to form
If fusty galaxies twirl like Shakespearian poetry,
is astrology a tragedy or a comedy?
Are there clusters of uppercase in outer space,
the remnants of metaphors that broke up like meteors?
My universe is full of orphaned verse,
and perverse alien names all have hyphens.
Quatrains swirl across the ecliptic plane,
and sonnets streak by like comets.
Argh! Where’s a pencil - too late - the thought’s gone.
Ever lose something essential - cause you couldn’t find a pencil?
It’s ok though, it’s not just me and not just you.
Black holes are swallowing Haiku too.
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Songs for this:
Hypnotized by Fleetwood Mac
Theme for a Nude Beach by The B-52's
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I saw a line with something like, “universe of orphaned verse,” in a poem a few days ago. The idea of celestial words rhyming with writing terms ‘mused’ me. I’ve been looking for the author to credit them (hello, computer searches). If you know the guilty party, please let me know.
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*No, this is NOT a sonnet, it’s just the name