What do cattle do when lack pasture!?
sadness folder...?
And the mutt without cans,
only barks... and how do you turn...?
What does the painter do?
paint pillboxes...!?
And the architect, sit down...!?
What does the poet do sans rhyme
and sans verse!?
Prose, and poet's poetry?
And love, without love, what does it do?
It erases, it dies...!?
Shepherds without sheep,
wolves graze...!?
And the people who don't squeak...
crouch...?
And the politician
that everything promises and
nothing does... just cheating!?
And I that don't learn nothing else
five or six words...
Am I wise!?
Can I wear a suit?
If we accept all this,
we are cool, bananas,
or simply
jerks...!?
Categories:
pillboxes, abuse, allegory, allusion, analogy,
Form: Prose Poetry
Fancies
Hats worn sidesaddle sporting feathers, cornflowers
Whimsy rides in sequins, ribbons and plumes
Small or broad brimmed, laces form floating towers
Swooping pillboxes off to the races clad in blooms
Dedicated to the fanciful hats called Fancies worn at the Kentucky Derby and Royal Ascot Races.
7-14-21
Contest: Flair and Fun
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
pillboxes, fun,
Form: Quatrain
Speaking of poétic issues
What does cattle without pasture do?
cuddle sadness ...?
And the mongrel without cans,
just barks ... and how does it survive ..?
What does the painter do?
paint pillboxes ...!?
And the architect, apply mortar ...!?
What does the poet do, without rhyme
and no verse !?
Prose, posing of a poet?
And what is love without love?
erases, kills itself ...!?
Shepherds without sheep,
graze wolves ...!?
And the people who don't neigh ...
crouch ...?
And the politician
everything that promises and
nothing does ... just cheating !?
And I do not learn further than
five or six words ..
Can I wear a tailcoat !?
If we accept all that,
we are smart, bananas,
or simply
stupid...!?
Categories:
pillboxes, allegory, anger, art, creation,
Form: Prose Poetry
Parachutes and pillboxes clamor,
such a colorful rumba of
mood elevators locked in time-
released buffers. They can't wait,
they can't wait for the future,
with stanisodium fluoride
and beta blockers, humming
walls of dazzle in high-def,
explosions and collisions in rich
clarity with those smug ties
and flirty personas. Clearly
those farmers didn't want
freedom enough if they weren't
happy being blown into
confetti in a grand unveiling
of just what globalism means.
Categories:
pillboxes, angst, war
Form: Free verse