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This is dedicated to all of us who have struggled against a bad habit and succeeded, however fleetingly.

Here are the words to the double (and double-entendre) acrostic:

YO! Quit that AWFUL habit! Play it straight
Your quality of H O P E will escalate
Obsequious, the vice purveyors win
Obliquely when the helpless rack up sins
Ubiquity might keep us on the trail
Uniqueness and good Purpose gets us hale

Astute observers will have noticed six of the letter Q lined up on the left side of the poem/array, and six of the letter P lined up on the right. Coincidence? Absolutely not. I have done my best to mind my Ps and Qs. [wicked smile]

My Goodness

Goodness as my ocelot
Prowls and stalks and pounces;
Goodness as my boss-a-lot
Finger-points and flounces.

Goodness as my wunderkind
Dazzles with precocity.
Goodness as my shark thin-finned
Counterstrikes atrocity.

Goodness as a way of life
Sculpts my face in furrows;
Goodness as my fettling knife
Carves where evil burrows.

Goodness as my diplomat
Never needs immunity.
Goodness as my welcome mat:
Dirtied with impunity.

Goodness as my racetrack tout
Urges YOU to place your
Bet on what it’s all about–
Guiding Goodness Glacier.

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Many art supply stores have wooden pose-able models in sizes from keychain to full scale. The one double-track-drawn here is about four inches high. I took approximately the same liberties with flexure and expression as Gene Colan did with his renderings of Iron Man, lo these several decades past.

(About seven years ago I sent “Genial Gene” a gushing fan e-mail, praising his storytelling illustration, and he quickly and nicely answered in true gentleman fashion. Just found out three minutes ago that he died in 2011. Alas! Here’s a link for the curious: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gene_Colan )

Anyway, it occurred to me that these anonymous mannequinesques would make good chess pawns, and I’ve been into grids lately, so…

Here are the words, for the third time, sort of:

Participants should come a’board’–we’ll start ASAP
And then ‘square’ off in reenacted war or game or deal
Whine, loose or drawl: no ‘stale mate’ allowed, nor bargained plea
Nor b’rook’ing op’position’ via mattress glue–too sealy

 

Sift

It had a handle
With an embedded squeezable subhandle
And squeezing would make it make noise

It was called a sifter
Turned coarse flour fine
Employed handheld use of the milling concept

Some beaches have coarse sand
Some fine some unfiltered with sharpedged little shells
(The ocean’s milling has caprice)

Some life events are grainy
Some slide through the strait of the hourglass
With rollercoasteringly dismaying ease

Lapidary work makes for smoother rocks
Wax for a slidey floor
(Wearing socks has been known to cause an involuntary split)

But the hard life facts have unsmoothable grit to them
Though we swap deludings and call it ‘enabling’
(The grittiest fact  is cessation)

Smiles are smoothers
Friendships sifters
Love confectionary (sugar)

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Today the blogmonth ends with a visual experiment. A doodly beginning to a possible page was accordion-folded and then scanned with a white eraser holding the scanner cover slightly opened. Subsequently, midtones and contrast and color of the image were boosted and/or altered using a photo editor. Conclusion: could set off the right image nicely; could be a distracting gimmick otherwise…

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walt disney is responsible for an ersatz second coming
of jesus christ
and the quite real renewed threat
of satan

people with a need not to blaspheme
created new language: one could darn and not damn;
one could visit heck and not hell;
and thus we euphemize the eucharist

“jesus christ!” was defanged
to “jiminy christmas!”
and we saw that it was good
and didn’t hurt

well, along came walt
and with him a big-pale-green-headed waistcoated
mutant offshoot of the family gryllidae
repurposing a wooden boy from pathological liar to honest abelet

that’s the stuff, pinoc’!” he’d chirp
and victoriously brandish an impossible insect fist
but satan lurked within those innocent cels
with the implication of pulled metastrings

pinocchio could be led by his everlonger nose at will
by a sly fox or his own wannawanna
and so (so the saga goes) it takes another nosegrabber
to steer him to correctness with earwhispered encouragement

darn you, walt
i cannot even daycream [sic[k]] about stuff i’d really rather do
like gettin drunk or profligately laid or bingeing on gamblinfoolery
without your monstrously anthromorphed homunculus buggin me

and i long to be good on my own
by uncoerced choice
chirpless
cricket free

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…sort of. I intended to overlay it with an acrostic poem, but reconsidered.

Had I done so, the double acrostic spelling OFF THE/GRID might have read like this:

O wish us well who have an other Calling
For we are out, at risk, and fun to slur
Forthrightness none too often gets one Hi
The sad fact is that most think it’s absurd

Would the image have been better off with these words overlaying it? Probably not; it’s busy enough; but words and image may one day share a page in a book of my illustrated poetry.

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Yesterday, following my post on Patty Hoisch, my friend, classmate, and fellow insomniac Beth Facebooked-messaged me that she liked Patty’s jewelry and wondered if it were available online. I steered Beth to Patty’s Etsy presence, and, as if to prove that no good deed goes unpunished, Beth subsequently told me that she should have been trying to sleep, but instead bought earrings, and that therefore I owed her $15.00.

Of course she was kidding, and so was I when I asked if a $15.00 drawing would satisfy her claim on my assets. “Even better,” was her instant answer. And then came the alchemy: I decided to do the drawing, send it to her, and make a blog post of the drawing and how it came to be. Here we are, and bless you, Beth, for supporting the arts with your $15.00 earrings purchase. (By the way, my drawing is valued at $150.00. My friends get a 90% discount. [grins])

And here are the words to the triple acrostic:

Forsooth, vermouth, then toothy smile
Regaled, assailed, benailed & riled
Entrapp’d, enraptured, captured well
EGAD! Be glad! Your life’s Unhelly

Readers may hit a speed bump with that final seeming non-rhyme. But if you slop the third line a little into the fourth, you can use the E of EGAD! to make it work. (House rules, folks! [grins again])

PS: This is the second day in a row a page has come to be due to a woman of many talents. Beth has been a medical doctor; she is now an outstanding pastel artist, with still lifes to rival the Old Masters. She’s also, often, playfully edgy, and vice versa. No details on request; sorry! [grins yet again, the grinning fool!]

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A few posts ago I featured my Village Gallery colleague Ricki Losee and mentioned that there was one other artist that I hoped to do a page on. Here is the page, and here is she. Patty Hoisch is a person whose talents include songwriting, song performance, lapidary, jewelry design and meeting management–and I’m just scratching the surface here. She is also patient and gracious, even in the face of a horrible pun perpetrated in her name: I asked her if she were familiar with STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION; she said yes; I then suggested she get a ST:TNG Patrick Stewart action figure, “…so you can be Hoisch by your own Picard.” She should have done me grievous bodily harm; instead she smiled, politely but sweetly.

She has a website, Wild Hare Arts, which showcases her beautiful creations. Here is a link: http://wildharearts.com/

Here are the words to the quadruple acrostic:

When a happy whispered Aaaaah
Infiltrates a cloister’s spa
Let coquettish smiles appear
Delicately chart [or chase] a sphere

In the background of my drawing is a page of the sheet music she wrote for the cello part of her song “Shadow on the Wall.” Her husband Tom plays electric cello, and the two of them make beautiful music together.