Apropos of John H. Doe
A name we all know
Just like Uncle Sam
~ He too’s on the lam
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'Critics Corner'
(A random sample of published reviews):
"Subtly implicative, bigly"
~ Barron and Donald J. Trump, in unison
"Emasculatory Triumph!!"
~ 'Fannie Femdom'
"Lumpen Proletariat Barfola"
~ Karl and Groucho Marx
"Aso. Learry Derightfur Liting:"
~ Shohei Ohtani, (through an interpreter)
"Yes, it IS poetry. So that means it's, well, a poem, written -- by a poet."
~ Kamala Harris, responding to a hardball question from Oprah W.
"I fell asleep reading this... twice."
~ Joseph Robinette Biden
Categories:
lumpen, giggle, mystery, satire, usa,
Form: Couplet
Pumps my heart to see you take a 180 degree turn,
Lumpen and thinking of the wonders your acts had
done to me.
That a life is made sinning against the creator.
It came, yes it does of a divine warning against
being cloud by the nipples.
When the hormone is crying for it,
And age couple with the society vibes are not
helping.
Then daily longing can't be made whole,
Comes, the declaration of sin upon my neck,
For love yet unfound has glued me beyond my
space.
In the heat of anger my creator is and danger is at
stake.
Won't I loose my crown to this unseasoned voyage?
...in you dear divine I ask for mercy,
for the most loved has put on the crown of vashty.
Making life miserable even to share a thought.
Like Hannah I make my plea that she answers
soon,
Or at your will let there be miracle.
That I will stop my act and Lucifer will not be my lord.
Categories:
lumpen, 10th grade, adventure, age,
Form: Ballad
Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.
tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.
First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!
Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.
Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.
Longer days mean I must leave my snuggly, sleepy daze,
slightly more light; work energies reappear
poetry is laid aside in favour of trimming trees
seething solar heating sound, signals dimly smiling sun.
seed packets eagerly spread out – What to plant this season?
Suddenly, more bees aflight – our crops will be alright!
Another cycle begins!
1) Anthropomorphism 2) Simile 3) Metaphor 4) onomatopoeia
5)Synaesthesia 6) Personification 7) Sensory Imagery
8) Ellipsis 9) Homophone 10) Caesura 11) Pun
12) Alliteration 13) Rhetorical Question 14)Internal Rhyme
15) Truism
Written 20th August for Line Gautier Contest - A Litany of Poetic Devices
Categories:
lumpen, spring,
Form: Free verse
Happiness harvested from whims and wishes
Happiness flashed and hushed in fetishes
Serves and preserves no benefits
As ventures and adventures yield no profits.
Happiness at the behest of behemoths
Happiness shone by fireflies to moths
Deludes and alludes to fantasies
Twisted and wasted in idiosyncrasies.
Happiness surrendered to vagaries of vagabonds
Happiness harnessed in split seconds
Yields and shields no fields of permanence
Caught up in lumpen luminescence.
Happiness hewed from hornets’ nests
Happiness skewed in pockets of pests
Detests texts and contexts of honesty
Swamped and dumped in humps of travesty.
Categories:
lumpen, poems,
Form: Free verse
If love is healthy
and health is love,
whether a screaming rabid eagle
or a peaceful mother dove,
then it matters,
whether you are a pitbull
or a kinda bitchy beagle,
When someone nominates for CEO
a person who flat out tells you
I am a pig,
and not only that,
I could fly like an eagle
if not for all you lumpen doves,
Run,
don't walk,
fly, if you can,
in most any other direction.
To do otherwise
is like saying healthy Earth
could be more lovely
if flying pigs
were plutocratic CEOs.
Categories:
lumpen, abuse, bullying, health, humor,
Form: Political Verse
she was incandesed with rage
and began calling us out our names
BUTTON-DOWN POOT
EXOPHTHALMIC RAG-PIMP
SPLINDED-LIMBED LOOSER
LUMPEN-YUPPIE
SCRAWNY-PICKLED MONKEY MEN
so we had to butt in
little does one know when there drunk
that they hurt innocent people
this was her commitment everyday
to textural atonalism and chromatic adventure
the price we endure by the ones we love
ignorance instilled
patience out the door
Categories:
lumpen, life
Form: I do not know?
In the winding down of day,
At the world’s turning grind,
The rotation freezes still
And in my silence
Failing vision blurs the lens.
From where I stand alone,
A vantage point of years,
The age scrapes the bones,
And blood runs less fluid
As though molasses made.
To wake in her arms
Head again upon her breast,
To damn the lumpen grave,
The rasp in my throat,
Exhales a sometimes prayer.
Yet nothing can now change,
For stone clad is the day
And welded is the night
Is this one-sided wedding
Spent carelessly in grief.
Categories:
lumpen, life,
Form: Free verse