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Dickinsonesque
Kidney Disease (Dickinsonesque)
I shuffle now. The crisis past– to savor emptiness, then gorge myself on endless fast, find more concealed in less– When ease no longer radiates and light no longer shines– I’ll eat the final withered grapes and call them finest wines. (I hope I'm within the protocols of the D&A Board. I've been reading the discussion of Emily D. under Paula's recent poem on met and thought I would post here this little effort at homage. Has anybody else given it a try?) |
Simon,
I've tried it all too often! Sorry to hear about your kidneys. Mine were killed and revived in a recent health event. I have six or seven efforts under Post Your Parody Poems, this the latest: Tree Letters to the World These are our letters to the world On paper made from Trees - Essential truths that must be told - But far too few can see The messages we now deliver - From Groves that all should see - For love of Life, as we decline, Our messages are pleas After Emily Dickinson (Franklin #519; Johnson 441) From Tiny Seeds Literary Journal |
Here is one from years ago:
Because I could not stop for Lunch, It kindly stopped for me. The lunch tray held a lemon sponge And watercress and tea. I heard a fly buzz - in the Slaw - Immortal for an hour. The tea was hot - a small Brazil - Although the cream was sour. Since then 'tis centuries, yet each Seems shorter than the day I first surmised the weekend was Five working days away. |
The Thief Ingredient
After Emily Dickinson’s noting that “the Thief ingredient accompanies all Sweetness” (Letter 1871). All was Immortal in their Plot - Its Fruits all Sweet - to Taste - Until the fruit Thieves caused life’s rot - Its Sweetness soon displaced |
One of mine from years ago:
Because I could not stop for gas My empty tank stopped me. The lane was blocked and people cursed Me in my SUV. I could not drive, despite my haste, Though people honked at me And called me "schmuck" and other words Of incivility. Since then it feels like centuries I've sat here in my car. Next time I will top off my tank, Though I'm not going far. |
A Dickinsonic Echo
What can save the USA From the christian Fascists - The Six of nine - the Legalists - Rank theocrats of - SCOTUS? |
Divine Election?
Long live President Joe - Biden - Whose Power may be thriven’ Now that SCOTUS’s sharp Sting May make the slowpoke King! Debaters’ Deaths Don’s bellowing McDonald’s breath Rushes Gish Gallops - to - death - Joe cannot Catch his thinning Breath That’s speeding him - to - Death. |
A much earlier version of "Divine Election?" was this:
Viva Joe Biden Whose power is thriven A SCOTUS thing May make him king! Last night, I appended it to my reply to a rejection of the SCOTUS fascists ditty by New Verse News--as a little joke, not a submission. I was stunned to hear it was up this morning at NVN! It could have stood a tweak or two (thriven' ; sting for thing), but it says what it means. https://newversenews.com/ |
The Yellow Quick Road
Divine Election 2
The Gods can freely - Change - all things Reverse the Kings to Queens And change the current Queens to Kings - Behind Political screens - https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/polit...e2e081c&ei=403 |
Scotus Scum
Legalists
What can save the USA From the Christian fascists - The Six of nine - the Legalists - Rank theocrats of - SCOTUS? Will be in Freedom, a Moonstone Arts anthology. Readings Sunday, July 14. |
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