Monthly Archives: November 2013

Conspiracy Conspiracy

I now know the truth, I figured it out. There’s a New Wold Order, LBJ killed JFK, Paul is Dead and Jews conspire to rule. The army shot a plane down over Long Island Sound. The CIA caused 9/11, aliens … Continue reading

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Poetry for Children

I sat down to read some poems for children. I’m shocked how the poets kill ’em: Falling out of their cradles, eating too much string, For laughing as a hearse goes by, Burned alive for telling a lie, Don’t forget … Continue reading

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Surfeit of Nonsense

This morning I woke up with the word “surfeit” in my mind. No idea why. I couldn’t remember whether it meant too many or not enough. So I had fun with a thesaurus. This is a participatory poem. Add your … Continue reading

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The Ballad of Ol’ Tom Rat, or The Man Who Lost His Shadow

Ol’ man Rat was a foul old man. His children, his grandchildren, his brother and his wife All told him so again and again. … His dog ran away again and again. The catcher caught that dog every single time. … Continue reading

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Non-poets are clueless

    “A book is not a thing of one sitting, like a poem…..” Patricia Highsmith: Brilliant, but clearly never wrote a poem

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Ghost

Ghost My grandmother wore a white sheet on Halloween. Black oxford stout-heeled shoes poked out from under the hem. She walked with her familiar rock to side to side. Her pale blue eyes glinted through the eye holes. She was … Continue reading

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Carnival Ride

Carnival Ride, Mid-West State Fair, 1949 A ride like never before seen! The Amazing Tiltawaki Racing Machine! Hold on, kiddies! Don’t fret, mother. For a ride, it’s as safe as any other. Let Tommy ride, he’s almost fourteen. There they … Continue reading

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