2020 0424 zeps on sticks

zeps on sticks

stubby purple zeppelins
stuck to their stemsticks
bait
for birds
or so they nonthought
for nature intends the birds
and others of her creatures
to gobble
and then excrete
a seedy prefertilized pile

but there is more than one way to skin a grape
and so humans have intervened
have appropriated and exploited
and now the grove of the marketplace
has stomped this bait
or more recently vatpressed it
fermented it
blended it
bottled it
and made of it
a new bait
to lubricate
decadence

Today’s prompt: Focus on a letter of the alphabet, or a short word, perhaps using its shape to confer to it a quality. Example she gave was that S may look Snaky to some.

O and K

O is for Orifice welcome or not,
Open, Orgasmic, or Ought Not to Trot;
K is for Kidnapper, Knapsack, Kerfuffle,
Kings full of Queens if there is no reshuffle.

O is agape like a grape in its roundness,
K is a Kar Krash of angled unsoundness,
Odd is this Kouple examined today
But for my money they sure are OK.

Today’s prompt was to find a saying from another culture and base a poem on it.

more obstacles, please

“I regard every obstacle on my path as an incentive to success.” Hazrat Inayat Khan

thanks for the shortness thanks for the abusive older brother thanks/for the girlfriend who/no longer liked me (make/that last one plural and add/”and wife”)

thanks for trump supporters thanks for no hot water thanks for/shelter in place and/extra big thanks for the woman/who keeps flirting/with no desire to act/ually date me much/less more

they have sharpened me/they have given me time/in the desert and they have given me a/more profound desire

and now the challenge now the BECOMING now/i am more now/i can offer more to all/who intersect my world

more obstacles please/and let me earn my/satisfactions

Today’s National Poetry Writing Month prompt urged us poets to look at a poem in a different language (Dutch in this case, for the curious) and write a poem based on a phonetic transcription of the poem. Friends, if you ever want to get Outside of the Box, this may well do it.

Original excerpt:

Federatie Loog Nog Steeds

We zijn zo gezien
Klunzig vuursyteen om
machten te maken langs onze
Geraasd in…

(Note: I tried to access the rest of the original pome but got a “404 Document Not Found message. Provisional apoogies to the author.)

My poem:

Federated Loogie Knocksteeds

We zing so frickin’ gassy
Clumsy fugs staying home
mocking the mockers’ long-ass Weejuns.

Geroff instantly.
you Afterthoughts,
or Gentle Men
will cease.

Crazy World, isn’t it, Friends?