Good day, benevolent travelers. Please, sit momentarily by the warming glow of the computer monitor and listen to my tale of intrepid adventure and pyrrhic woe. Once upon a time, deep in the jungles of Peru… Nah, I’m just screwing with you, that’s not really what we do here, this ain’t no fable table.
What is it that we do here again? Ahh yes, rhyming and converting emotion into a nearly marketable skill. So let’s go ahead and do that then. I’m going to share 2 new ones today as I’ve actually been rather prolific of late privately but haven’t published for y’all in a few weeks.
Admission; I recycled one rhyming pair in one of the pieces from one from last year or the one before’s poems. Let’s say, “one”, some more… One million, “Whose Line is it Anyway”, points to whoever may notice. Just so perfect I couldn’t only use once. Enjoy!
“Insatiable (The Thirst), June 7, 2020.
Disposition transposition
Like drinking bird toy
Lugubrious salubrious
Swap sadness and joy
Iteration aberration
Rare to short this fuse
Belligerent refrigerant
A demonic ruse
Ideation inspiration
May still come to pass
Installation destination
Arrest scale with mass
Mysterious imperious
Be sure now take care
Necessary arbitrary
Water or the air.
The older I become the harder it is to impress myself with intellectual pursuits, standards lofty now indeed, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t very pleased with my efforts here. The rhymes, premise and pseudo-premises all mesh perfectly. In my relatively humble opinion anyway.
“Trick and Mortar”, June 3, 2020.
Trepidation casts bombardment
Subtlety rarely granted consideration
Cascading bolts assail with fear yet intrigue
Thrill and terror entwine as unruly fraternal twins
Forever entangled within stomach’s pit
Each grappling for permanent superiority
A biochemical campaign of tug of war
Whether to be one-sided or incrementally contested
Is typically determined in arbitrary fashion case by case.
Not nearly as pleased with this one. Without rhyming anxiety or whatever just ends up being sad. Cathartic perhaps but a bit of a downer, no?
That’s all for me folks. Please keep well, all racists can fuck right off, stay safe and be kind.
Happy Trails and Waggy Tails to all! Remember when this thing had a catchphrase?
Pepperidge Farm remembers.
-Alex Blaikie
dReadpoetssobriety
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Good day!
I have to agree; the premises/pseudo-premises seem to be just enough to tickle and pull at the mind along with the rhymes 🧩🗒
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Extremely kind of you to say, thanks very much!
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Clever and entertaining. Be well.
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Like the trees, I could get lost. Water and air. Nice to meet you.
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It was so interesting I couldn’t just read it once.
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You are too kind!
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Glad you liked Berman Gone. Liking your stuff too my friend. With love from the UK, where our own racist police just arrested a black Olympic athlete in London yesterday, for no other reason but race. Subsequent apology thin and given by authorities through gritted teeth. As we would say here, ‘ wankers!’ Colin
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Sending love back across the pond, much obliged!
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This is really cool!
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