A haiku this ain’t
Even though the syllables
Tumble properly
A very, very short sonnet
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A haiku this ain’t
Even though the syllables
Tumble properly
Tag Archives: humor
Caesar’s exile
This is in response to WE DRINK BECAUSE WE’RE POETS Thursday Poetry Prompt #19: Alternative History.
So what if Caesar
Had a seizure
And stayed in Gaul
After all?
Would the Senate have awakened
And poor old Pompey have forsaken,
Or just knuckled under
The vicious boy wonder?
The Republic, I’m aware
Was on its way out of there
But perhaps there was a chance
For Cicero to dance,
Not on air, as was his fate,
But at Rome’s eternal gate,
As the choice of free elections
(oops, I forgot his predilections!)
Along a-gong
Sometimes, meaning just gets in the way.
All along the blew swimple divvy
and wazy craffle sway
Only ravid crimples dunkle
from anzid pace away
Orfy wamp and wackie
I canna say no more
If only skewels lanched
From boor to stinking boor
But all alas and lacky
Too late to twunk aday
I meselfie ardin
Onely poinent fray!
Age
I’m old, don’t start with me
Don’t talk of deadlines
Or complain about the occasional
Twitch of middle age
There are people I know,
Dearly beloved,
Who worry that death will take them
Before their great work is done
Others who panic
Thinking their great work,
Having taken place in irascible youth,
Will fade without recognition
Or that the world, God forbid,
And all its minions,
Might come to misconstrue
Their contribution, mistaking it for exuberance.
As for me, it could happen
That I’m done before I die,
Or otherwise
Timing, they say, is everything.
Why?
Why do things always go to hell
In a handbasket?
Why not a rucksack, or a bicycle?
For that matter, why not a sailboat?
That way, they could be
Three sheets to the wind
Or at least two.
Then it wouldn’t matter
If they were up the creek
Without a paddle.
Unless we’ve cleared the deck,
So all hands could be on it.
In a situation like that,
Kids who have grown another foot
Since we saw them last would come in
Handy.
Unless they just fell off a turnip truck.
Has anyone ever seen a turnip truck?
Come to that,
A truck hauling ass,
In a donkey’s age?
But enough horsing around
Going forward.
exiles child 