jewel facet
juxtaposeurs roll a spliff
enterlopers want a whiff–a
washingtonic
eagler must/be
left to satisfy one’s Lust
icad xlviii: jewel facet
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ICAD extra: tGoDC
I don’t think ghosts exist, except in our minds. This ghost-vision came from mine, but I watched it form on the index card as if I had nothing to do with it. May it upset no one.
The Ghost of David Carradine
i drew some Eyes
& they were pale
i drew some Hair
’twas long but male
i drew a Sigh
for came a Face
that WAS
a Remnant
Was
a
Trace
& i conclude
that as I wend
my mind may yield
a ghostly Friend
my room is spare
my brain is cluttered
and so a
Ghost
appeared
and
fluttered
icad xlvii: brad bead baad bard bird
Were it not for Brad Bird, the animated versions of THE IRON GIANT and THE INCREDIBLES would not have come to be. So please be grateful to him. (There are many other reasons to be grateful. Please look him up!)
brad bead baad bard bird
beelzebub (ay carumba!) climbs a baobab
refutes saint francis of assissi
and that serpent has no cause for cheer
deluded, derided, he’d been played, by God
ICAD xlvi: parity parody purity
parity parody purity
preparing manuscripts, you score a coup
a query-lettered agent works for you
relax and sip a poured courvousier
it helps to harmonize your home’s feng shui
then with a dreamers schedule, mon petit
your vision’s been recycled, streamily
ICAD extra x 2: Two Acrostics
Some time back I posted “Long Live Myth,” but had not written the acrostic poem. Here it is:
Long Live Myth
Loves and Loss loose bolts of dream
ONUS births lies steamingly
Next, evolvement writes off debt
Giving Legends depth and breadth
And here is a new card:
Credible Outcomes
Caught a fever–you could too
Repartée becomes haiku
Endochrinal loss of tact
Drive’s a bully’s Cadillac
If a Sacred Cow says Moo
Belladonna may yet doom
Let us navigate the maze
Exiting with Caws and Brays
ICAD xlv: Check Raise &Call
For more than ten years Acrostic Poetry has been both a tool and a toy to me. Within its limitations there are unending possibilities.
Today I took a minimalist approach. What’s the smallest couplet? Two words. Is it possible to create a triple acrostic with each line a two-word couplet? Let’s see what happens when we try.
Canned Reprim&. Hierarchic Antarctic. Elysia Indonesia. Correctional Sectional. K-Rational Encyclical.
Is the use of the ampersand cheating? No, especially not nowadays. Number/symbol shorthand has been around 4ever.
Is this Poetry? Of course it is. Ten words will take an agile mind gliding into new associations–“canned reprimand” is relevant in this age of e-mail blasts, for instance–and both the heaven of Elysia and the cold hell of Antarctica are referenced. And what is an Encyclical but an all-encompassing discussion? Let’s dole it out in K-Rations to make it palatable to the soldiers of knowledge. (That’s a K-rationalization if ever there was one.)
Above all, the value of this little exploration is its newness. Certainly there are better triple-acrosticized couplets waiting to be invented (discovered?)–there may even be a QUADRUPLE-acrosticized beast, with more apt associations leading to greater insights regarding the sentient condition. I invite sentient beings, human and otherwise, to create them or to find them. Just give ol’ Johnny Acrostiseed here an acknowledging nod if you do, please. 🙂
icad xliv: infinitie cat
I have owned cats, and cats have owned me. I have loved women with cats, and in every instance I have loved their cats. It cannot be otherwise.
infinitie cat
insatiable creature quells the cynic
neonifies the photons to actinic
for kicks conducts an effortlessness clinic
if frisky, what a fresh bouquet of freesia
no jumps through hoops would ever so much please ya
it’s just rare times you’d wish milk of amnesia
this friendly foe’s st. francis and iscariot
it’s sometimes motel 6, sometimes the marriott
each trip though’s on a cosmic-powered chariot
ICAD extra: Diverssimento
I went home early from work gratefully because my jaw and empty tooth-socket were aching, and slept and slept, and upon awakening found that I just wanted to dial at random on the Internet various animals and humans. No room for poetry on this one, just a pageful of scattershot portraiture.
ICAD xliii: Facial Planes
This one is silly, begun under influence of pain meds and finished in haste. But some fun is here to be had.
icad extra: glade glide
The post is called “glade glide” but the poem is called “glide glade.” I like the sound of Glade Glide better, but it is easier to rhyme words ending with A than I, if I don’t want to use the same words over and again.
glade glide
gather & slather w/good ecg
leisurely taste an all natural meal
indigo dapples the forested lea
do unto others no hauberk no shield
exit an intertwined network of glee
One with Clay, Image and Text 