Soap as Poetic Metaphor

be

cause

it

is

an

agent

so

cleansing, even

more so when not

bubbling over,

swallowing

so much sop. 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Real Meaning of Realpolitik

You clogged up assholes—

You sit here saying how shitty everything is

When the real shit has yet to hit the fan.

Moderator’s comments: Merde alors!

Commemorative

Racked by pain, still

The innocent wheel-

Chairs swear on

A campaign

Against a mounting

Stack of dog-eared bibles,

Everyone gets the picture—

Nothing's framed.

NB: Lest we forget, today marks the 37th anniversary of the beginning of the fall of the infamous junta that ruled Greece from 1967 to 1974. 

Before the Ruby-throated Hummingbird Stood Still

When not composing on the computer (and before that on a Remington Quiet- Riter exactly like this
one which my parents bought me as a junior high graduation gift), I jot down bits and pieces of rantings and ravings on a 7 1/8 x 5 1/4 inch account book--the perfect size for my miniscule scribblings. 

Number one starts on January 11, 1975 in Seattle and finishes (with stopovers in London and Paris) in Greece in July 1976; the one I'm currently scribbling in is number twelve. That's not much of an output but what can you expect from a humming bird.

 

Full Circle

Fall’s half-moon

Waxing through

Judas tree leaves,

Jasmine flowers all

Ready on ground.

Poem

Like that ruby-throated humming

Bird that moves by

Making us stand still.

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Abandoning One's Craft in the Middle of the Sea of Doldrums

When that wan

But overblown lubberly poet told me

He was ready to set forth boldly

Out of the calms of obscurity

And take the world by storm,

I told him to batten the hatches,

Remain at his station and please

Wait for the lull to blow over.

Moderator’s comments: Aye-aye, O Captain! My Captain!