Sunday, August 11, 2019

Perseverence First Of All


To even think of being 

A poet, right off 
One must remember not 

To try so hard as to forget 
You were not born one. 






Wednesday, August 7, 2019

The Poet As Panderer


Words come easily 
When you play hard to get— 

When you go soft, they’re just 
Someone else’s bitches. 



Monday, August 5, 2019

Poem Surreptitiously Called "The Susurrus Of Curtains"


Born to be ambiguous, 
Whatever he meant 
By titling it thus, 
One thing’s clear— 

In without his knowing 
It, he would have to 
Talk his way out of it 
Or else— 





Saturday, August 3, 2019

Huuklyeand Cinquor On Going In Circles

Someone’s forever
Telling me 

Somewhere round 
Here is a square peg. 



Moderator’s comments: The apotheosis of the absurd in only eleven words; however, what remains of my frazzled logic impels me to peg the odds at 99-1 that prior to writing this “exercise in futility,” Cinquor envisaged the specter of the great Archimedes (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Archimedes) uttering his famous last words “Do not disturb my circles” just before an enraged, mathematically ignorant Roman soldier “put him in a pine box” for what he thought was insubordination when, in reality, all the good mathematician had in mind was to continue his line of thought undisturbed, outside the box!

 

Thursday, August 1, 2019

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