It's too bad he left this earth in 1971.
I believe knowing him would have been a lot of fun.
He was born in Rye, New York, but moved frequently.
Baltimore was where he had his longest residency.
He was a panelist on the game show "Masquerade Party"
Ogden proved to write with great ability.
His collections of poems are absolutely fabulous.
So many of them are entertaining and humorous.
They have been saved and preserved for all of us.
This was a poet who really liked to rhyme.
That's what I like to do most of the time.
I thank wikipedia.org for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
panelist, dedication, poets, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
Singapore Summit, as high as the sky,
though, there hangs the Peace Prize pie,
dangling plumb, dangling awry,
drives the dolt's eyelids to flap, eyeballs to fly;
drags the dolt's drool till dry.
That's why the dolt recently seems spry,
as if each Nobel panelist became his guy.
Dog with two tails in, mouse with tail cut out, fie!
That pie still wags and wags on that sky,
for which the dolt has nothing to do but sigh and sigh.
Laughing at the dolt are DPRK's reactors, rampant, hectic, heaping high and high.
Categories:
panelist, irony,
Form: Light Verse
He took his time and made his mind,
now he talks in front with spectacles on -
“This is not a way of life - it’s the way I am.”
So the line goes; and being sarcastic
makes him feel good, like a pat on his
square-model shoulders.
He glanced at the sun, noticed it’s early
so he lingers and walks like forever -
“It is not fashion babe, it’s passion!”
So he proclaims! And comments, rants,
insults with pure joy and pride - like
a panelist in one of those ramp realities.
He decided to go. Erased the colors off,
brought the curl down and took it all off.
“This is life - we have to live it garl!”
There he winks and checks for extra
make-up on his face. Then walks out,
away to the center of the city; he walks.
He’s here at last. Two hours late or something…
I can’t take that against him, no - ‘coz it’s him
who taught me how to skinny dip under the stars
and it’s him who taught me how to eat sarcasm.
(…and I’ll gently take the tiara off of him.)
Categories:
panelist, brother, friendshiplife, me,
Form: Free verse