Friends, National Poetry Writing Month is in full swing, no matter how many earthquakes or tsunamis or volcano eruptions or pandemics try to stop it. Here is a compilation of the three Facebook posts I made for today, Day 12, including prefatory and postpoem comments. They get increasingly political, you will see. My country, Number One in the WORLD for total COVID-19 cases, and total deaths, is being mismanaged horribly, and my poetry cannot but be affected. I am urging my fellow Citizens of the United States of America to Vote Blue this November, all ways that I feasibly can, and my poetry is at the service of this cause.

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National Poetry Writing Month 2020, Day Twelve. Challenge: Write a triolet.

Triolet: Iambic tetrameter, eight lines, abaaabab rhyme scheme, lines 1 and 2 are repeated (or nearly repeated) with lines 7 and 8, and line 1 is also repeated (or nearly repeated) with line 4.

In a perfect Verseworld I would now write a trio of triolets. Trouble is, it’s been a long day, I’m physically and mentally beat, and I only have juice for one, though I have the key words for all three. So I’ll do one, call it a night, and let my refreshed brain tackle the other two sometime before midnight.

The three words are FORMALDEHYDE, ACETYLENE, and INCOMPREHENSIBILITY. So here comes

formaldehyde

formaldehyde plays hide and seek
it poisons and yet it preserves
it makes those things in jars look bleak
formaldehyde plays hide and seek
it humbles, silences, makes meek
as doctor jekyll hydes and swerves
formaldehyde plays hyde and sikh
it poisons what it then preserves

And on that cheery note, Friends, good night and sweet dreams!
Here’s Number-Two-Of-Three of a trio of triolets for Day Twelve of National Poetry Writing Month.

acetylene unsettling

take oxy and acetylene
to spark and now you have a torch
to weld an empire’s mezzanine.
take oxygen and fettled green
and cee-oh-two and ways unclean
and now your scene may heat, may scorch…
that oxy and acetylene
sparks conflagration with its torch.
Here is my third and final triolet, completing my Triolet Trio for National Poetry Writing Month 2020, Day Twelve.

inn comm pre-hen sib ill: a tee

incomprehensibility
enables bafflement and crime
with podium non-jabber-free.
incomprehensibilty
is reprehensible as we
descend into a fear-fraught time.
incomprehensibility.
in free-fall it is hard to climb.

Yes, political. Vote Blue. Because we Libtards, we Card-Carrying Commie Socialist Globalist Illegals-Loving National Workers Party Ninnies have another mess to clean up, just like the one we inherited in 2009.