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‘ Mail Lottery … ’ 50th Senryu
Generic-Goody
Publishers Clearinghouse Spree
... ‘ Show Me The Money ’ !
(Yeah, I Know That's Jerry McGuire Movie's Line)
He publishes poems
by writers who find
no publishers elsewhere.
They suffer rejection
and he gives them hope.
Some improve
and some do not.
But hope isn't always
the best thing.
It’s not hopeful to tell
a child with clubfoot
to take ballet.
Donal Mahoney
Once, poems on paper.
Books to be marked.
Dog-eared pages,
left open, carried.
Cared for, like a loved one.
All of life in ink.
Poets still write.
No restrictions,
pleading, pandering
or publishers.
Unlimited digital
parking spaces.
Will they be found
in the future?
Thought for sure they would
love my most-recent haiku;
it was rejected.
[One of the hard parts of writing is the frequent rejections, both from publishers, and sometimes the (possibly imagined) polite but unenthusiastic praise at open mikes. I'm sure everyone experiences it.]
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
The Super-hero swings his sword
Down clang, clang, clang,
It rang, rang, rang,
Went bang, bang, bang
On his foeman’s thick, thick skull.
The publishers commission more
Such tales, tales, tales,
(More sales, sales, sales!)
And males, males, males
Will imagine they’re Conan or Kull.
POET PETER PAL
Poet Peter Pal piled pretty poems.
Put in manuscript assembling the gems.
Publishers were busy.
‘Self-Publishing’: Easy.
Wrote reviews using pseudo names.
01/05/19
I'm thinking about calling it Poetry's anthology of the 21st century's Poet Wicked Romancer.
I'm going for a big publisher an pay through sales of a percentage of sales I've had some offers but just not the publishers I desire. Remember marketing an critic's reviews are big part of making money an a name for yourself.
Different publishers
Many offers
Praising their dollar seeking way
Hungry to publish my poems
Establish my talent,
Gift and voice.
Take advantage I must!
Many poets order extra copies,
Their proffer
Special pricing…
…BUT HURRY
Time is limited
Mail us your order
Send your check
And forever remain
The fool.
Hello
Goodbye
IRS you say
Goodbye
We are suspending your Social Security
Goodbye
I WON PUBLISHERS CLEARING HOUSE
I know this is a lie, Goodbye
Your calling me on a recorded line then record this
GOODBYE
This is Linda from your doctor’s office reminding you.............
Goodbye, Crap this one was real
I may never win a contest
Or be published in a book
and somethings I have written
May not be worth a look
No, I don't write for glory
Money or great fame
I write because inside of me
Burns an undenying flame
Maybe a hundred years from now
With just a little luck
Some publishers may find my work
And make themselves a buck
let me think about this
I told myself
it was only time running out
what is the laughter for?
I was remembering the pussyfooting
publishers
who dismissed this over lunch
maybe it was the thickness
of the fondue
I don't know
it's all just a blur to me now
the whole day spent dreaming
of somebody
I never met
flying through the air
in a dream
we left the crowd
I once could run fast as required
But really had nowhere to go
Able to work where I desired
But then I had nothing to show
Opportunities waved aside
As a pesky fly on my face
Complacent, I was self denied
Of all I was offered to taste
Excited, my break awaited
Is here and worth focusing on
Publishers clearing house stated
That I may have already won!
I have decided to build an imaginary mansion,
To live in when I get old,
I have been writing for years now with no reward,
So this got me to thinking,
What if i had been succesful,
I've had 22 books published,
By various publishers but no one buys them,
Si I have decided that I am a rich man although I still borrow money from my Dad for
tobacco,
And have built an imaginary mansion,
Using my words.
Form:
My poem was about innocent hearts
not purloined, perfumed farts
'Twas about forever lingering kisses
not everlasting, beer-induced pisses
Verses extoling glaciers' sheer grandeur
no excretions of gooses or ganders
Lines conjuring up treasured memories
nothing about S&M or pederasty
'Course, publishers rejected it out of hand
~ nothing to stimulate readers' trash glands
Anabel Hernández García is a Mexican journalist and author, known for her investigative journalism of Mexican drug trafficking and into the alleged collusion between US government officials and drug lords.She has also written about slave labor, sexual exploitation,and abuse of government power.She won the Golden Pen of Freedom Award 2012,which is presented annually by the World Association of Newspapers and News Publishers.
Well, today has been very jolly,
I have written some poems, golly!
Pity they don't all earn me some lolly
No worries I've got a big trolly
it should have been a big lorry
The times I've had to say sorry
Publishers, it is their fault their folly
Some as prickly as freshLY cut holly!
Now I know you think I'm a wally
But HEY, I have just sold me trolly
And I' m off on a lifetime holli
Oh, if only, to my wife, I'm so sorry!
Shuuuush! I'm out here me only
The tryer
in short bursts, the quiet expresses
a need to communicate about work
done but not published
Self-critical, raked with doubts
with no connection to the world
of publishing
Offer from publishers is that he will pay
them, is like paying for sex; it leaves
behind self-disgust, this unbecoming
need to see one's words in print
The hard part is to admit to the lack
of talent, what else is there to do
other than collecting old stamps
I’m irked by journal publishers who claim,
“We love ALL types of poetry. Please send
your best—free verse or formal. We accept
up to five poems. First, we recommend
you read at least two issues.” So I do—
from front to back and find no rhymes at all,
no meter! Someday I’ll respond to them,
“You DON’T print formal verse, and you have gall!”
October 25, 2018, entered in Caren Krutsinger's contest
March 19, 2019, entered in Brian Strand's Week 3 March 2019 Contest