Yes, quite a lot
I suppose so
poetry? you don't hear no one recitin' no poetry at the auto parts store
I don't really appreciate finer things like poetry or literature
Only the really good stuf
Poetry? Why do you hate America?
Originally posted by Maister
for Maister, in Blank Verse to irritate
The table set
plates clinking, chatter
and small talk
voices so warm and things
remembered, hoped.
Sipped wine.
Slipped tongue,
and though she hurled insults,
soup spoon, buttered bread
to shut my gaping mouth
I think what hurt the most was
the Cornish Hen.
-ursus
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
Oh the Cornish Hen!
Mushroom and prosciutto stuffed
Don't split this off no!
Our good friend ursus
delivers the goods once again.
Though neither small nor inobtrusive
quite unlike a cornish hen
Moderator note:
split from RTDNTOTO7
People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor
On Calling One's Wife a Hen....
In the dark
she asks a question (one I feared)
"it's late" - my murmerred
evasion
she presses, testing
my resistance.
finally, the admission -
"Yes, it's true."
"You hen", I think quietly, darkly
but hear her
thoughtful response:
"Cluck you."
- ursus
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
You split it and left mine out?????
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Bring over "Oh, the Cornish Hen!"You split it and left mine out?????
Bring it, I say!
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
Give us now a poem or verseYou split it and left mine out?????
before starting upon your sad dirge
then perhaps I'll consider
splitting that post in a merge
People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor
You split it and left mine out?????
A Pleasant Threat
A luckless pedestrian
with posts, most sequestered in
pleasantries, rhymes and some farce,
zipped up her boot,
cried "Redemption, Galoot!"
Maister hustled to cover his arse.
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
I really love you guys...sniff...
O WomanYou split it and left mine out?????
Thy name is Janus
Look askance at me
But please with the favorable visage
People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor
I enjoy it, but I don't always understand it.
When compassion exceeds logic for too long, chaos will ensue. - Unknown
strange words, odd meter, arcane references
cause confusion to the minds of many boys
Perhaps their meaning would be clearer
had your parents bought educational toys
People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor
The Fabric of Kings
(walk a day in my pants)
Rubbing, zipping in
carpeted hallways
velvet and slimming
royally soft
She touches my elbow
"May I?" (she asks)
certainly yes
"Are you finished" (she, again)
abruptly reminded she is
waiting for the fax machine -
the touch lacking meaning
Still,
one can do worse
than wear the Fabric of Kings
-ursus
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
Enjoyment can take many forms
Listen and feel
it makes it real
the words and phrase
and what the sum conveys
Understanding is overated anyways
Children in the back seat can cause accidents - and vice versa.
I wish I could write poetry like all ya'll. My topic would be a planner's big glazed pottery coffee mug. Alas, I'm a loser when it comes to poetry.
A nuisance may be merely a right thing in the wrong place — like a pig in the parlor instead of the barnyard.
Ode on a big glazed pottery coffee mugI wish I could write poetry like all ya'll. My topic would be a planner's big glazed pottery coffee mug. Alas, I'm a loser when it comes to poetry.
THOU still unneeded swag of th’ convention,
Thou poster-child of caffeine and RJ Time,
Comprehensive plan, which canst thus express
A utopian vision more sweetly than our rhyme:
What census-based figures haunt thy city limits
Of overlays or districts, or of both,
In Portland or the dales of the UP?
What maps or charts are these? What planners loth?
What mad charrette? What struggle to codify?
What zones and districts? What commie planning?
That's so deep. I'm ready to cry. I need a hug. Where is ursus when I need him?
A nuisance may be merely a right thing in the wrong place — like a pig in the parlor instead of the barnyard.
planners big glazed pottery coffee mugI wish I could write poetry like all ya'll. My topic would be a planner's big glazed pottery coffee mug. Alas, I'm a loser when it comes to poetry.
silently i sit in my assigned space
no respite comes with the evening
trudging down the hallways
to assembly rooms of neutral tones
dreading the hue and cry
of gadfly posers
developer bombasts
and nimby naysayers
no matter that i was here at eight
or that i worked through lunch
and bribed the snack machine for dinner
i serve the public
so my engine runs on fumes
fueled by copious draughts from my
planners big glazed pottery coffee mug
“Death comes when memories of the past exceed the vision for the future.”
Off-topic:
I split this purely as a lark, but DAYUM some of this stuff is really good. We've got more talent 'round here than I realized.
People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor
I Want to be There....
I want to be there -
Where you are, I mean,
because Here isn't nearly
so nice as it was
when it was There.
- ursus
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
North Dakota
Gray skies
linger over treeless plains
take me Road on your straight and narrow path
to someplace else
People will miss that it once meant something to be Southern or Midwestern. It doesn't mean much now, except for the climate. The question, “Where are you from?” doesn't lead to anything odd or interesting. They live somewhere near a Gap store, and what else do you need to know? - Garrison Keillor
West of the Mississippi, Northbound
You can never go home
Except when the world is frozen
And the Great Plains
Take great pains
To welcome You and Yours.
And it's warm in the house
And it's red, green, silver, gold
And Holly Jolly
And there's a suspicion I hold:
That Burl Ives is like me
and You and Yours
and the Great Plains too and
like all true clowns
He's crying on the inside.
-ursus
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
On the road home I saw an owl
And on his way home he saw me
His brilliant eyes burned my psyche
His ears read my thoughts
And lost in a gaze I could not avert
He did not move out of the way
And I accidentally ran him over
Children in the back seat can cause accidents - and vice versa.
When my tasks are all done
and beyond the horizon goes the sun
fluorescent lights will burn
and flicker and hum
When the hallway is empty
all quiet and dark and no hint of a spark
If I'm to be here all day
Then games I shall play!
Turn back the clocks?
Switch out some chairs?
Eat all of the christmas pears?
Make big paper hats?
Or rubber band bats?
Constructing nefarious plans
When that hand hits the 5
And my spirit is alive
I'll make a run for the door
And be tired no more!
Children in the back seat can cause accidents - and vice versa.
The Cold Has a Smell (Ivanhoe, 1988)
By chance I drove past your old house
and it was cold, so cold
and half dark, just like that day.
We were supposed to be thinking
about Ivanhoe, and I tried all afternoon -
were you Rebecca the Jew? Was I de Gilbert?
Then without thinking
I thought out loud how your eyes were like
chocolate mosaics (the right words, finally).
It was cold, so cold
and looking at your old house, I know now
why to me the cold will always have a smell.
The cold smells like a long, long kiss.
- ursus
"...I would never try to tick Hink off. He kinda intimidates me. He's quite butch, you know." - Maister
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