Roll up, roll up, it’s the next celebrity President In our broken project, our failed experiment Cutting off our faces to spite our noses Now, we no longer smell of roses
Dear Uncle Slaughter is playing American Roulette Seeing how much blood from oil he can get Those colour revolutions are all black and white And they’re coming home, ready to fight
Without the destroyer, there are no destroyed Our freedom and democracy never employed Long decades of lies, living The Big Instead Until every last inch has been bled
Roll up, roll up, let every lawyer in If it’s all a game someone has to win Roll up, roll up, it’s your time to choose Between the little and nothing you’ve let to lose
Connections form between young and old As the tribe gathers at these tables Every nugget may not be gold And truths told as if they are fables
The dining room, like a rush-hour train A gaggle of gossip between gulps of water The old folks never tire to explain Love for their new grandson and daughter
Two hands touch to make a familiar bond Share secrets down the generations Soft in comfort where love belongs And meets all expectations
Shared with WDYS #257 picture prompt and also submitted for an assignment at AllPoetry.com as follows: Write a 12 to 24-line poem in any style that uses simile. Keep the imagery consistent and clear.Make sure that you use two clear examples of simile in your poem using the words ‘as’ or ‘like’ as discussed in the lesson. Try to write in the present tense and incorporate at least one concrete use of the senses in addition to imagery and metaphor, which was covered in the previous assignment.
Mondo poems are often very brief collaborative affairs (usually written by two poets) that present a question. (The question needs to be open-ended and poignant and should be a test of the answerer’s wit). The answer is written in the style of trying to glean meaning from nature. My poem doesn’t quite fit this requirement but let’s use our imagination.
Mondos can be as short as a one-liner or as long as two 5-7-7 syllable stanzas.
The first stanza presents the question; the second stanza gives the answer. We usually write this form in the spirit of Zen, responsive through meditation and observation of natural surroundings.
After one too many casting couch sessions Marilyn turned in her grave to send these lessons Let fire, thunder and earthquake run free And watch Hollywood sink into the sea
I still exist in the sense of space Any glitter will vanish without trace Scrub away at these crusty limbs Below these hollow bones, the sins
Managed to squeeze 12 prompt words (crusty scrub limbs vanish bones exist space glitter still hollow below sense) into 4 lines and still have some semblance of sense! Shared with The Sunday Whirl wordle 674. The title comes by way of X-Ray Spex’s ‘Germ-Free Adolescents’ with the refrain ‘scrub away, scrub away’
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