Ted
Ted could not explain why or wherefore His wife needled and needled him. ‘What is the reason? Is this not the season for flight? Seek oracular advice At Delphi And while there ponder Daedalus.’ Then she plucked a cheese From her husband’s cheek He read Attic Greek And was a poet in a very minor…
Some funny poems
A Dog Once upon a time A dog did grin So wide was his smile The sun examined him With a gill and a fin Is how a dogfish can swim. Ted’s Noodles Ted devoured his noodles At lessons he idled with doodles, He wept at grotesque At clams would digress Pam panted to snatch…
The Primavera
The Primavera offers itself to any number of interpretations. It is, in its own way, pregnant with possibilities. Botticelli lived at the end of one period and the beginning of another. He also worked amongst men steeped in the quest for classical knowledge both mythological and Judaical. Ficino and Mirandola, particularly the latter, studied the…
On Creation of a Private World
I The dragon bit More of the shank Than he could chew Rinsed his maw With malt whiskey, Spit fat A hollow tooth in the spittoon. II A way to be born And a way of death Two that are spawned In one great breath III Offed her smock At the altar For Priapus At…
Great Tits
She’s got great tits. A pair Of roundle breasts Lure the innocent To the bonny woman Best Obsessed Over By everyJack, Her friends giggle To the last breath. Fueled By liquorish tongue Dad whips her Whom he mouths He loves She’s got great tits. In a drunken stupor And by evil intent Grows Louder and…
The Woman From Paris
A zen master poked his chief student, Fred Figureout in the mouth and asked, “What is that for?” Fred stared at his teacher’s face and asked in return, “What’s what for?” Do they have kazoos in Kazooland? Do they have a rich fund of nothingness in Richland? One day the glass man from Glassylvania tied…
Horsey Green
I. Come, my horsey green, will you carry me Till the fields of this earth give way As tokens of the world to come, Where shores of light shimmer And the only path is the sea to be swum? II. Come, my horsey green, this morn shallow, A signal, the night not shorn of sorrow…
Green Eyes
Her mount scarcely touched the sandy lane Racing beneath, Caught as she flew by Golden hair wrapped round green eyes. Stole away across miles of sight Till they the unseen Washed out in stark sunlight.
Of The Oxford Universal Dictionary
On Historical Principles “I need some strong words, you ruffians of the dictionary!” Words seethed, boiled and frothed. Few glanced at the clock as it stroked the hour and soaked finely crusted croissants in dregs of pasty tea. All lifted snouts a startling degree. Chief among them, one toed Preposterous, teetered on a pediment. Pages,…
When I meet Thee Lord
When I meet Thee Lord will we be acquainted, I’m so lonesome I trail after Thee. I roam the hours over the mournful sea To the City of God someday I hope I’ll see. Come, my horsey green, Let us pass heartily into the Mists of Prayer, The shining land cannot be so far asunder…
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