Can a poem be no good?
Your answer is desired
Can you love a lump of clay
Before it's shaped and fired?
Shall I bet I didn't leave the milk out?
If I win I prove again my mind is still intact
If I lose, no use to pout
I will have lost the farm, in fact
The running sands of time is that
Which makes me feel quite sober
Until I flip, just like the cat
The hourglass nine times over
Marriage is the playing field-
The other fills the stands
All injuries are mutual
The rules are not commands
We do not stop for halftime
We play till out of breath
We do not hear the whistle blow
The referee is death
In old age we add up all our gains
Redeem the times we came a cropper
Rage against the dying light
Put on our apron, start the supper
Bad deeds will get us sent to Folsom
Good deeds will earn an obit fulsome
Those who refuse to call a spade a spade must use such euphemisms as: a shovel, a scoop, or more pretentiously, earth extractor
Ancient scholars kept an owl as a symbol of wisdom
I have cross-eyed Siri sitting on my shoulder
It’s ok that the election is a toss-up because my candidate’s head is on both sides of the coin.
We’re born in the center of a labyrinth and keep banging into dead ends till we learn to relax and let gravity draw us out.
Uh huh, yeah. Okay ... Your turn teapoetry.
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DeleteYou’d hear me crow
From the branches of trees.
He writes ‘em with ease.
Makes it look like a breeze.
Truth hangin’ on a trapeze
off a ring of pithy keys
When it comes to squibs,
No one sits
in the chair called Joe
Mysterious synchronicity between TP's poem and my comment what with Ravens in both. Ravens are intelligent and magical beings as manifested even with the demise of our beloved 'zine, "The Raven," in days not so long gone by. I should have asked "The Raven" editors to publish the poem below in that esteemed magazine / like a Raven gone and all that means! (see homage below / now off you go)
Delete. . . Ravens don' t sound like your common crow/
who calls caw-caw whether things are right or full of Woe /
The regal Raven has ~30 sounds - grunk to gurgling croak /
Ravens don't lie but they sure do coax /
When a Raven calls caw-caw, get your ass in gear /
she's saying "This space is taken because I'm here/
so get your feathered butt in my rear-view mirror /
I want to see the plumage of your rear"/
Listen closely when Raven calls
There's danger about even if it's small
Ravens love to strafe and tease
any mutt and drop him to his knees . . .
I could go on about my totem spirit, but it's time for me to get back to "Tears."
Caw-caw- gurgle and croak - watch me fly - I'm outta here!
Some real winners here, CJ. Do I sense the reaper on your left shoulder and Siri on your right? And lest we forget, there are Odin's two Ravens, Hugin and Munin, plus Geri and Freki, his companion wolves. These four beat Siri by magnitudes! But I digress . . . Love your ~iambic ~pentameter . . .
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