They say a picture may paint a thousand words
but I can't read what he wrote
household paint poured onto a horizontal surface
ain't what I call works of note
splashed with no pre-planned end-result
for art's sake to me does not art make
known for his 'drip technique'
yes he was a drip and no mistake
yet a few of his spills sold for millions
long after his prime
as a fool and his money are soon parted
and you can fool some all of the time
but if we pry the boards from his studio floor
and hang them on the wall
why it would be far more relevant
tho' still takes no skill at all
his splotches are not pictures of poppies
nor pansies petunias or hollyhocks
in fact they're really nothing more
than just a load of Pollocks
Categories:
pollocks, art, color, humorous, nonsense,
Form: Rhyme
It CAN be ‘fish n chips’ stop carping on, there’s no plaice for rudeness!
It's so sad to see a person out of their depths and just floundering
Why is it that some people always think they're right - for the halibut!
What a load of pollocks! Oh my cod she’s crabby … Salmon call a doctor!
I'd order fries with my fish - but I'd get hooked for not calling them chips!
I've had a whale of a time casting out the bait with these fishy puns!
Stop those fishcious lines ...no debait, 'Halibut poem' is fintastic!
It’s shellfish fishing for compliments, but I write a good monoku!
Categories:
pollocks, conflict, fish, food, poetry,
Form: Monoku
He was a sapless namby-pamby
but my cousin loved the idea that he was a blank canvas
She had taken other canvases and turned them into Pollocks and Rembrandts
Or so she thought…..
She would paint him in vibrant colors.
She would use a variety of her carefully honed and tested techniques
She bought a bunch of new brushes and paints.
Ready to begin her creation!
She spent years and years
Perfecting her craft, only it did not comply as she had surmised it should.
She spent all that time trying to change a rabbit into the Easter Bunny.
He finally hopped away.
Showing spunkiness and spirit
for the first time since they met.
Not to be outdone, she took the credit for it.
Categories:
pollocks, marriage,
Form: Prose Poetry
Is it poetry or prose
Who really knows
Must it be in a shelf
To rename itself.
This is a conundrum which has appeared here, in various guises over the many years I have enjoyed the talented 'writes' of the talented scribes who contribute their thoughts/feelings/desires and offerings in many forms.
However, the famous Irish playwright and wit, Brendan Behan was invited many years ago to Oxford University, to participate in a debate on this topic.
His opponent spoke eloquently for almost two hours on the important distinctions and the quality of prose.
Behan then rose to his feet and promised to be brief . He recited an old Dublin rhyme .
" THERE WAS A YOUNG FELLA NAMED ROLLOCKS
WHO WORKED FOR FERRIER POLLOCKS
AS HE WALKED ON THE STRAND
WITH A GIRL, BY THE HAND
THE WATER CAME UP TO HIS .... ANKLES"
"That" declared Behan "is prose. But if the tide had been in , it would have been poetry".
Categories:
pollocks, appreciation, humor,
Form: Verse
TURMOIL RELEASED another Pollock ekphrasis
The power that resides in a single line,
lavender mist with Autumn rhythm,something
rich and strange,without precedent.A maze of
calligraphy in explosions of random energy
defying the rules of art NO 1 to 32.Black on Brown
loops and sprays,divided arteries,shooting stars
of turmoil released ..a twist here and there.
Ekphrasis inspired by Pollocks masterly years 1947-50
You may hear me recite most of my PS anthology on YouTube under my pen name ichthyschiro and read
my short forms @strandpoet on twitter
Categories:
pollocks, art,
Form: Ekphrasis