Firstly hello... http://www.ablemuse.com/erato/ubbhtml/smile.gif

I have read and enjoyed all the posts... and I thank you...

From the suggested topic, and Kate Bennedict's challenge... the first thing that came to my mind was diaper changing...

I went on the see the other suggestions... toenails (I happened to have had mine polished, just today), mouse droppings and the rest... very funny

This is what came of my wording diaper changes...


From sleeping sound, straight to aloft
I face the dizzy dawn.
Atop a dresser padded soft,
I lay the sweetest spawn.

Dormant cries softened, by routine
I hush the crinkled brow.
With baby’s ass nicely clean,
I restore the sleep now.


Ironically found this link with a fingernail poem… crazy… http://www.conspire.org/ … under contents-poetry-melissa ahart-fingernail

I would also venture to say that anything can be put into a poem... but must it be?? this opens the debate of moral obligation versus freedom of artistic expression

lol... hello again

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The Dichotomy of Diet

Me with my refined
white sugar
You with your ground
flax seed

You will plant tulips
on my grave, won't you
dear?

Print the book---I'll send the money.
Hugh, your poetry is funny!

The Difficult Art

There is a hobby I have found
to be difficult surviving,
called: taking my eyes off the road
to read a book while driving.

This evil game, (and so it is)
is quite a sport to master,
for when the story's tension builds
I can't help driving faster

And when the author traffics in
collisions of description,
line by line safe braking distance
quickly turns to fiction.

My car becomes a reading chair
on roads as tales unfold,
"Of mice and men" is layman's fare,
"Ulysses" for the bold.

Cervantes is a laughing gas:
such mirth and charm and wit;
I'm unaware of streets I pass
or who I might have hit.

And when I'm lost amid the Psalms
and David's godly fervor
I pray you never cross the streets
that my car runneth over.

I confess it's bad behavior
and bordering on crime,
but often it is time well-spent
instead of wasting time.


Greg



[This message has been edited by diprinzio (edited May 11, 2002).]

Who, me? Nah, I prefer more serious verse, much like Swinburne.

If love were what the whip is,
And I were like the chains,
Our lives would be erotic
With leather gear exotic,
For sweet a nipple clip is
And punishment with canes;
If love were what the whip is
And I were like the chains.

Older Streams

The bifurcation of a stream
that doesn't flow smoothly,
as once it did,
lacks the clarity of its youth,
and occasionally finds its route
impeded by stones,
sometimes occurs in nature.

As a result,
the sibling streams
miss the reservoir completely
And merely soak
the surrounding environs

Jerry,

This one's pretty good, deserves careful scrutiny, imo. Why's it posted here?

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Curtis.

Curtis

I'm pleased you find some merit to 'Older Streams'. If you think the subject matter appropriate, even for a humorous piece, I'll copy it over to FV and see how it can be improved.

Jerry

I dare anyone to write a poem on the history of the universe from start to finish in less than twenty lines.

VICIOUS CIRCLE

All the time it was a stinking,
miserable, bifurcating lie.
Circles are really amiable,
not vicious like you and I!

There. Now for a serious dare. Write a poem of less than twenty lines on the history of the universe from start to finish.

Bang! Fading whimper -
Of celestial concern,
not much in between.