Yond odd orb apared asp cruised crawl
'f hurled hymns hoisted sanity sprawl;
'f cherubic sways marred mercies crave -
t' savor sumptuous stray sanct'ty sprayed.
Ah! Wanky winds bore sewn syll'bles -
furred fabrics meshed b' tide's lips dribbled.
Quav'ring quake teased apt awe - ruined rage;
cramped Cynthia cum azure 'neath raved.
"Seekest what you, ho!", fabrics rent.
Scurried for agora - paunch spelled,
asp basked 'n awe mocked hampered haste's rage;
quiv'ring quotient quoth bruised ire rained.
B' sassy sulphur writ 'n th' Rex visage,
baked was apared asp - mission mazed.
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Note:
a) Of inky intrusion.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Yond - beyond
ii) Apar - armadillo
iii) Asp - snake
iv) Cynthia - moon
v) Azure - unclouded sky
vi) Paunch - stomach
vii) Quoth - said
viii) Ire - anger
ix) Writ - written
x) Rex - King
xi) Visage - face
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'f - if
ii) t - to
iii) b' - by
iv) 'neath - beneath
v) 'n - in
vi) b' - by
vii) 'n - in
viii) th' - the
d) Poet's vocabulary:
i) Ah - Behold
ii) Ho - Tell me.
A C A R D B O A R D B O X
C A N B E T H E B E S T TO
Y F O R A N I M A G I N AR
Y T W O Y E A R O L D ASA
S PA C E S H I P A M ONST
E R S C L O S E T A C A VE
T H E B E S T T O Y O NCH
R I S T M A S M O RN I NG
E VEN W H E N TH E RE AR
ELOT S OF O T H E R TOYS
A CARDBOARD BOX CAN BE THE BEST TOY FOR AN IMAGINARY TWO YEAR OLD AS A SPACESHIP A MONSTER'S CLOSET, A CAVE. THE BEST TOY ON CHRISTMAS MORNING EVEN WHEN THERE ARE LOTS OF OTHER TOYS.
I haven't got what it takes to quit
'just play my hand n' get on with it
some might pray or say it's written in the stars
Holding up answers with exclamation marks
toss an easy catch, all passions are released!
strike another match, noncommittal and care-free
you wanna' slow't down, then I'm gonna' get off
'paid for my ticket, now I'm not gonna' stop
'swear it's like a habit to be hoodwinked n' short changed
but this time we're gonna' go the whole, damn way
this time I'll go the, whole, damn way
down in the valley we were almost lost
with the sounds of the river n' the light so soft
th' jury dispersed when the judge didn't show
th' accused left standing n' th' case was never closed
deft slight of hand, murder in the first degree
void of reprimand, footloose n' fancy-free
the wraith on your mast and your blinking ****
will guide my stars until my days are done
but did you ever stop for a moment t'ponder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
the loneliness of the wonder that precedes the thunder
en
ter ke
y
extra
va
ganz
a
someone som
ewhere dec
ided that th
ey & they alone k
now the co
rrect way that a poem is
formed & thu
s what it is to write poetr
y to dwell in a po
etic ma
n
ner withi
n th
e realm
of
lit
era
tu
re.
thi
s nar
row-min
ded fasc
ist who wants to be
the one who draws the param
eters arou
nd wi
thin we free huma
n beings are supposed to functio
n within ne
eds to break that see on that little bub
ble that they li
ve in be
cause out he
re the rest of us defi
ne freedom
a dif
ferent way.
we will
do what
we want
when we
want in
the manner
that we
want &
if you
want to
stop us
you will
have to
kill us.
go
od
day.
A Hillbilly Gets New Carpet
By Elton Camp
I got a magazine at th’ thrift store
Give an idea I didn’t have before
Rich folks carpets their whole floor
So th’ planks you can’t see no more
I saved my money fer a long while
And decided to give carpet a trial
Hit’s a good thing our house is small
Three rooms, an’ we covered it all
Hit’s so soft and warm to my feet
To git up mornings is now a treat
No wind through cracks ’n th’ floor
I’se so glad I went to th’ carpet store
So, I don’t think I’se putting on airs
To add th’ carpet to th’ porch stairs
Hope nobody will think I’se a louse
If I runs it all the way to th’ outhouse
~TH' COMMANDER OF CHIEFS~
SPIRITS OF TH' SAINTS,ACKNOWLEDGE MY PLEAS...
HERE IN THIS DARKNESS,MY SOUL IN DIRE'NESS CALLS
TH' CHOSEN OF GOODNESS' SAKE,CRY 'LONG ON TH' WINDS
PREPAREST THY REGIMENTS,FOR AN CAVALRY WE IMPLORE THEE
FILLEST OUR VESSELS,LADEN US WITH THY VERACITY
UPON NOBLE STEED,SET US TO REIGN UNCONQUERABLE
FOR COMPARED TO OUR ENEMY,'VEN SODOM'S SINS ARE FRIVOLOUS
TARRY NOT,I BEG THY PARDON...TO HASTEN LIVELY
OUR VANGAURD DEPLETED,ONLY TH' STEAD'LY REMAIN
THOUGH INTREPIDLY WE FIGHT,THEIR FORCES MULTIPLIETH PERPET'D
TH' PASTURES OF OUR INHERITANCE,SPRAWL ROUGE'LY BLEMISHED
NEVER THAN LESS STANDING GROUND,TO OUR COMMANDER I'M TRUE
AS TH' THUNDER ROARETH 'BOVE US,I SENSE HOOF'ND PACE...
FAITHFUL N' TRUE,'PON TH' THIGH OF FIRST RACED...
ALL GRAVES FORFEIT SOULS,PROVIDING NEW BIRTHS...
FINALLY,WE ARE DELIVERED...
...BY TH' LAST N' TH' FIRST!
~AZAZA~'09