Tidings

morning afternoon evening 
hearing mourning bells again— 

no matter 

how many times still 
being tided over 

takes time getting used to again. 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Postmodern Phenomenon Known as "The 'It' Poem"

Should be 
What it was before 
It was but don’t ask me 
Once I get my hands on it 
What it was like. 


Moderator’s comments: I know Huuk’s not going to believe it but I liked it before I saw it.

The American Dream Poem Should Be

So far-out it could paint 
A thousand upbeat pictures 
With nary a discouraging word— 

But hey, don’t ask me how 
Groovy that would be, 
Y’know what I mean, man? 

On a Tome Written by a Ferociously Witty Poet (revised)

Chew on This— 
The title he’d chosen 

Sure had plenty of bite, too
Bad his mouth was 

Toothless. 

NB: First published on Jan 22, revised after three days of looking at himself in the mirror. 

For the Time Being

No cause for alarm— 
When you wake 

The rest of your life 
Will have dawned 

On you, just sleep tight.