It tastes like cherries and sadness
With just a hint of despair
The plum notes contain certain madness
that releases when it breathes the air
The body is quite melancholy
It lingers with a pronounced dread
To drink it would be total folly
Let it age well like any good red
When you try it, I'm sure you'll agree
It has a distinctive bouquet
that tickles the nose with ennui
from terroir with a subtle dismay
Grown on a most morose vine
These grapes make a very fine w(h)ine.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Challenge, All In the Family in which we were to ask for a poetic first line from a family member and then write the rest of the poem. This first line came from my daughter, Baby Mouse (17).
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Saturday, December 14, 2013
The Seventh Crow
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Seven Crows by Merlyn-Gabriel |
One for sorrow, two for joy, three for a girl, four for a boy, five for silver, six for gold, seven for a secret never to be told.
I am
the frenzied heartbeat
the whispered gossip you can almost hear
the gibbering beggar on your corner
I am
the madman in your basement
the lady with vulgarly smeared lipstick
the lunatic in your attic
I am
the eleventh toe
the devil in the details
the feather in your pillow that pokes your dreams
I am
the frayed wire
the kink in the system
the unaverted catastrophe
I am
the sinkhole of irrationality into which you slide
bit by bit
180 degrees from okay.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Get Listed with FB
Friday, December 6, 2013
Eskimo
Did you know
that there are over 100 words
for "outsider?"
Each word
conveys a subtlely different meaning
from every other word
Take "nigger," for instance
This word and "cracker"
both refer to skin color
However, each is a different shade
of hate
Then we have "kike" and "hebe"
I've had both terms
applied to myself,
my religion
I've flinched
in a slightly different way
when each was said
Since this is a poem,
let's rhyme -
"Dyke" rhymes with "kike"
You could even call someone
a "kike dyke"
This would refer
to a particular type of lesbian,
should you be a particular type of bigot
As long as we're discussing
sexual orientations,
how about "fag," "queer," or "tranny?"
So many labels for "different" and "unacceptable"
Let's not forget
"wop," "chink," "wetback," "camel jockey," "frog"
So many ways to say
"You are not one of us."
Isn't language wonderfully fascinating?
And did you know
that the Eskimos have
over 100 words for....?
submitted with apologies if I offended anyone's sense of decorum to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard with Izy, Eskimo
that there are over 100 words
for "outsider?"
Each word
conveys a subtlely different meaning
from every other word
Take "nigger," for instance
This word and "cracker"
both refer to skin color
However, each is a different shade
of hate
Then we have "kike" and "hebe"
I've had both terms
applied to myself,
my religion
I've flinched
in a slightly different way
when each was said
Since this is a poem,
let's rhyme -
"Dyke" rhymes with "kike"
You could even call someone
a "kike dyke"
This would refer
to a particular type of lesbian,
should you be a particular type of bigot
As long as we're discussing
sexual orientations,
how about "fag," "queer," or "tranny?"
So many labels for "different" and "unacceptable"
Let's not forget
"wop," "chink," "wetback," "camel jockey," "frog"
So many ways to say
"You are not one of us."
Isn't language wonderfully fascinating?
And did you know
that the Eskimos have
over 100 words for....?
submitted with apologies if I offended anyone's sense of decorum to Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Out of Standard with Izy, Eskimo
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Ribbons of Red
Ribbons of red to celebrate
the holidays, good times ahead
We wish, count down the days, and wait
Ribbons of red
I'm thinking of you, instead
How your numbers are of late
Hope you're well on the new meds
Whether chance or whether fate
connected us with life's fine thread
To you, my prayers I dedicate
Ribbons of red.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Challenge, A Birthday in December, Christina Rossetti
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