
jewel facet
juxtaposeurs roll a spliff
enterlopers want a whiff–a
washingtonic
eagler must/be
left to satisfy one’s Lust

jewel facet
juxtaposeurs roll a spliff
enterlopers want a whiff–a
washingtonic
eagler must/be
left to satisfy one’s Lust

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
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

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. 🙂
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

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

oy
odd malarkey
oligarchy
what to do
when to end
hatred trend
act or no
time to go

Crick? Knack? Paddy Whack? What kind of world is this, that nonsense rhymes should stick in our heads from infancy to decrepitude? A QUIRKY one, THAT’s what kind. And so let’s include Roald Dahl, the King of Quirk.
Crick (Paddy Whack) Knack
Climbing upward in the murk
Roald Dahl in leather jerkin
In for abracadabra’d Tea
Catch a handcuffed BBC
Knowing, click to Reykjavik

Fans of late-twentieth-century Reader’s Digest will remember a series of articles told from the point of view of various organs of a middle-aged patient named Joe: “I Am Joe’s Spleen,” “I Am Joe’s Bladder,” etcetera. Sly reference to the series was made in the movie Fight Club as well. So here is late-middle-aged patient Gary’s Brain.
Gary needs to get his head examined. But in order for that to happen, a specialist must order the imaging. And, indeed, that was done on July 1st. But then the order needs to be placed by the doctor’s office with the imaging firm. That was NOT done till quite late in the afternoon of July 5th. The imaging company did not receive the order till yesterday, Monday the 8th. And as of now, though an appointment was made of this morning for the Magnetic Resonance Imaging session, since my insurance company has not authorized the session, the appointment was set aside, “pending authorization.”
Gary’s Brain
Growth appears–rub-a-dub-dub
Get it while it’s just a nub
Auth required? I say thee Yarr
Action needed? Har har har
Rigatoni and lasagna
Rest assured you’ll get some on ya
You WON’T see me aujourd’hui
‘S UNFAIR–red tape Soup Tureen
Notice that in the illustration the next-to-last line is left out. I forgot to put it in before I scanned it. I think I may have Brain Problems.

window facets
when you have driven off a cliff
it serves no need to quench your spliff
a now-soon-ending story arc
dissolves to next scene: flaming barque
oh, lap-dissolve may make a mess
it wows the yokels nonetheless