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Monday, May 1, 2023

Schoolgirls

My post's at university. My PhD I seek.
My name is Rosie Finn-Gherdaun. My subject's Attic Greek.

     (Homer's 'rhododaktulos eos' translates as 'rosy-finger'd dawn.')

English Lit's my specialty. My Shakespeare I can quote.
My name is Nora Lenderbee. I've learn'd Will's words by rote.

     (Hamlet, Act I, scene iii: "Neither a borrower nor a lender be.")

Friday, April 28, 2023

Editors' Dilemma

This week, Light's bards will find inspiring
breaking news of Tucker's firing.
Number of submissions...? In the millions!
Whose job, their prime analysis...?
I feel for those whose task it is
to separate the grim 'uns from the silly 'uns.

Wednesday, April 26, 2023

Ribbin' Tucker: Ten Takes on T. Swanson McNear Carlson


I. Ribbin' Tucker (U. Poe Kids T. Carlson.)
II. Bib 'n' Tucker (Carlson's Cosplay)
III. Cribbin' Tucker (Carlson Quotes Clown Cars.)
IV. Lib 'un, Tucker (Hey, At Least He Wrote for the Beast.*)
V. Sib 'n' tucker (Pater Sired Two, One You-Know-Who.)
VI. Glib 'un, Tucker (Silver Spoon AND Silver Tongue)
VII. Tribun' Tucker (Only T Can fix It.)
VIII. Ibn Tucker ("What is in your heart...?" Qur'an 12:86)
IX. Gibbon Tucker ("Just shut the fuck up and obey.")
X. Fibbin' Tucker (Carlson's Calumnies)


  I. Ribbin’ Tucker
 
The
world, this week, shall hear 'n' see
unfurl'd a streak of repartee,
word bouts about a Carlson christen'd Tucker. 
And when said hebdomad is done, 
I'll tell (Mc)nearly everyone: 
"Please understand. There's countless brands of Tucker." 

II. Bib ‘n’ Tucker
 
Like
rich, elite, white prep-school guys,
one Tucker wears his share of ties --
some ascots, some cravats, some clubs, some bows. 
(Then later on, our boy thinks better,
swaps ‘em for a V-neck sweater, 
fabric belts 'n' svelt Caucasian clothes.) 

III. Cribbin’ Tucker
 
One
Tuck riles scads of Fox News gangs, 
repeating racist rads' harangues, 
vile puke from David Duke 'n' Charlie Sheen... 
...Hulk Hogan, Nugent, Logan Paul, 
Rush, Alex Jones...nor that ain't all; 
there's Drumpf...'n' Kanye West...'n' Paula Dean...

IV. Lib ‘un, Tucker

One Tucker -- one Forbes** writes about -- 
his foes he chose to straignten out:
"If truth be told, I'm actu'lly a Lib.
Who's pro-free-speech, pro-openness...?
True Liberals would be my guess."
(But, f**k: it's known how Tucker's prone to fib.)
* The Daily Beast ** On October 4, 2018

V. Sib 'n' Tucker

One Tucker has a bro named Buckley.
Tuck 'n' Buck -- though "Jim-'n'-Huck-ly"-
-like there's few who'd choose to view this pair:
both far from broke; both loathe "the woke";
both disinclined to take the joke
that neither be the TV-dinner heir.

VI. Glib ‘un, Tucker

One Tucker hints: "Don't dead folk vote...?"
"Is Joe 'of unsound mind' (close quote)...?"
"Has anyone SEEN Donald's indiscretions...?"
"Aren't 'white supremacists' a hoax...?"
"And why can't Fauci take my jokes...?"
"Hey, don't blame me: I'm only asking questions."

VII. Tribun' Tucker

Oh, why cannot the people see
"The People's Tribune"'s Tucker C...?
A passe-partout who'll stick it to the man...?
A hitman for the GOP...?
A bête noire of the pow'rs that be...?
(Who also is a Grand Turk of the Klan...?)

VIII. Ibn Taqir

Last month, on PBS TV,
Skip's* charting Carlson's ancestry --
an episode call'd "Finding Tucker's Roots."
Turns out his fam'ly hides all ties
to certain Kyrgyztani guys
and divers Turks with whom they're in cahoots.
* Henry Louis ("Skip") Gates, moderator of Public
Broadcasting's family history show "Finding Your Roots."

IX. Gibbon Tucker

One Tucker calls Iraqis "monkeys,
primitives who don't use forks
or toilet paper -- semilit'rate, too." *
It's Tucker, though, who's Prince of Flunkys,
Rex of Racists, Duke of Dorks.
The sure-fire gibbon, Tucker...? That be you!
* Slanders Mr. T expressed in one of the oodles
of emails that got him fired from Fox.

X. Fibbin' Tucker 

The Tucker, though, that takes the cake,
who's broker of the news that's fake,
of all El Rey whose sobriquet be 'Lyin'...
...I post to that Pooh-bah of Fibs,
my manifesto to His Nibs:
"Though you be sellin,' Tucker, I ain't buyin.'"

Sunday, April 23, 2023

<-air>s Rock! or, L'Ambiguity Drift: a Meterhyme

      ABCs worth of isometrical lines escape from 
respective partial tautograms to form alphabet.


/ ...asthmatic Aussies ask for aboriginal air... / 
/ ...because deep breathing's bumm'd. (Buñuel blames bad boutonnieres)... / 
/ ...consiglieres can't control Collodi's corsair... / 
/ ...degreed (doct'ral) Dakotans' deaths decreed debonaire... / 
/ ...evaporates entir'ly emu-egg-nog eclair... / 
/ ...flung further from the folderol of Follyburgh Fair... / 
/ ...great-grandpa Zola's Gorgon's great at grating Gruyère... / 
/ ...his harmonies haunt hummingbirds and haricots verts... /
/ ...itinerating internat'nally in Israir... /

*   *   *   *   *

/ ...performance...? Poor (Prokofiev's piano's a play'r)... / 
/ ...pluperfect pallidectomy pursued by a pear.../

*   *   *   *   * 

/ ...we're willowy as weasel wordings walking on air... /

     
     (a work in progress)

Friday, April 21, 2023

My 'Serve': a Banana-Bred Meterhyme

     Below find a bananagram bred 
from eight pentagrammic seeds. 

Sing a song of Medgar Evers,
one which veers from bad to worse.
Sing one more, of Randy Veres,
one he hears as nonsense verse.
     Sing in Occitan of veser,
in that tongue it means to see.
Sing in French of sev'ral reves --
c'est-a-dire of dreams -- mais oui...?
     Finalize with lines which sever
all things real from fantasy.
Serve with zeal but see you never
denigrate reality.

     The eight seeds are: EVERS, 
VEERS, VERES, VERSE, VESER, 
REVES, SEVER and SERVE. 

Thursday, April 20, 2023

All 'IN' & Other Meterhymes

     All 'IN'
 
GINger sINgs, "We're IN the money..."
The Duke's IN an INdigo mood.
Eve's IN-a-gadd-da-vida...
as INtriguINg as Strange INterlude!
     Ramsey is IN with the IN-crowd.
Billy ("The Boss")...? IN like FlYNn.
Bix, some INsist, is, INdeed, IN a mist.
(Me...? Count me out: I'm all IN.)


     Opaque News 

Bjorn Soleil was born today 
while Clyde Sombré has died.
Did someone say Bjorn died today...? 
Said someone clearly lied.
"Nor met Clyde Death: Clyde yet draws breath," 
another someone said,
but then withdrew this view. "'Tis true: 
both Bjorn and Clyde are dead."


     Better Part of Valor
 
Most discover whene'er 
they're pursued by a bear*
they had better, with flair, 
"get the hell outta dere."
     *Shakespeare's The Winter's Tale, Act III.


Spirit of '73

The Comstock Act view’d as salacious 'n' lewd 

peoples' mailing of tools of abortion, 

meaning dilators, speculums, catheters, too... 

and that’s but a miniscule portion. 

Does all this entail I must wind up in jail 

just for purchasing coat hangers sent through the mail...?  

Monday, April 17, 2023

The Urge; or, Demi-Deity Distorts Own Death: a Meterhyme

The Urge seems allergic to Jesus's cheeses:
one sniff -- one stiff whiff -- 'n' divinity wheezes.
(His "Renda' ta Caesa' da t'ings what be Caesa's," tho', 
won't cease to tease us -- albeit displease us.)

The Urge hums a dirge with this parti pris thesis:
if, dude, you'd roam nude, best to update your visas --
lest out of your frying pans into my freeza's
you land, gland-in-hand, joining local mestizas.

Would Urge simply splurge, seize caprice, i.e., Greece's, 
or, better, sublet 'til the legalese ceases,
or even believe in the Tridentine missus, 
he'd purge any urge to converge with the rhesus. 

But Urge, on the verge (infeliz exegesis!),
descends, 'midst amends, iv'ry Babels 'n' Pisas
to, like once rever'd but now obsolete gezza's,
declare, "I'll repair to the realms of King Croesus."

Litany Chanted Over Schrödinger's Box

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