Humor is great in poetry, but politics is not. I don't even like my own politics in poetry, let alone that of these liberal-artist-poets, but aside from too much of that, there are several items that reminded me of my emule friends:

"Famous Poems Abbreviataed" by X.J. Kennedy (page 284)

1.

Of man's first disobedience and its fruit
Scripture has told. No one need follow suit.

2.

Once upon a midnight dreary,
Blue and lonesome, missed my dearie.
Would I find her? Any hope?
Quoth the raven six times, "Nope."

3.

Whoosh!-hear the Sea of Faith's withdrawing roar?
So baby, let's make love tonight, not war.

(skip 4 for inappropriate content)

5.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
Shall I just sack out in the snow
And freeze? Naaaa, guess I'd better go.

"The Red Cadillac" by Reginald O'Hare Gibson

"Willie "Slick" Williams reads William Carlos Williams, then writes a lette to the producers of the TV makeover show "Pimp My Ride", wxplaining why his car should be featured on the program."

so much depends
upon

a red cadillac
slick

with turtle
wax

beside the white
chicks

#2 the best !

but I'm sure Poe got paid by the word....or was that Dickens?




All of my poems are political

They are also all love poems

Also, they are all about baseball

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A View
--© Mary Rollins.

Show me your face
do I know you

things are the same
in the dark

but no one knows
until the light reappears

rocks cutting into the sky
and slopes of grassy hills

somewhere hidden
is the place we took camp

does it make it more delightful
to find something
we thought we'd lost

forever
forever

now

born in a flash of light
that smiles in gratitude

to try again.










Les



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"The Cow" by Andrew Hudgins

I love the red cow
with all of my heart.
She's gentle when pulling
my cherry-red cart.

We take her rich milk
and swallow it down.
With nothing, it's white,
with chocolate, brown.

When she grows too feeble
to give us fresh cream,
we'll slit her red throat,
hang her from a beam,

and pull out her insides
to throw to the dogs,
just as we do
when we slaughter the hogs.

We've now owned six cows
that I can remember
we drain them and gut them
skin and dismember,

package and label them,
and stock up the freezer.
We all love beefsteak--
from baby to geezer!

Tossed on the grill,
the bloody steaks sputter.
As a last grateful tribute,
so humble we stutter,

we offer up thanks
with a reverent mutter--
then slather her chops
with her own creamy butter.

Maveric
---Spike Milligan

Maveric Prowles
Had Rumbling Bowles
That thundered in the night.
It shook the bedrooms all around
And gave the folks a fright.
The doctor called;
He was appalled
When through his stethoscope
He heard the sound of a baying hound,
And the acrid smell of smoke.
Was there a cure?
'The higher the fewer'
The learned doctor said,
Then turned poor Maveric inside out
And stood him on his head.
'Just as I though
You've been and caught
An Asiatic flu -
You musn't go near dogs I fear
Unless they come near you.'
Poor Maveric cried.
He went cross-eyed,
His legs went green and blue.
The doctor hit him with a club
And charged him one and two.
And so my friend
This is the end,
A warning to the few:
Stay clear of doctors to the end
Or they'll get rid of you.


Les

"The boy stood on the burning deck, whence all but he had fled. Twit"

Spike Milligan

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The Dog Lovers
--Spike Milligan

So they bought you
And kept you in a
Very good home
Central heating
TV
A deep freeze
A very good home-
No one to take you
For that lovely long run-
But otherwise
'A very good home'
They fed you Pal and Chun
But not that lovely long run,
Until, mad with energy and boredom
You escaped- and ran and ran and ran
Under a car.
Today they will cry for you-
Tomorrow they will buy another dog.


Les





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