Wonderful, Joe. Maybe you'll be interested in this
one:
Vertigo under Mistletoe
I'm at a place called Vertigo
It's everything I wish I didn't know
(U2, "Vertigo")
_all-heal_ by the garland flaunted
above the rushes-o _punt!_ what betidith
these yuleclouds magellanic?
O natal star say our
yongling ycomen
littel childe myrrh is mine
its bitter perfume
its babel sound
O hush ye men of strife!
it's kisses kisses
then into egypt with him
crisscross the rubicon
sun askance the snow
where it lies dinged
by deer on the run
so infant limbs do
blanch to lose their
outdoor color and
_touch my
robe!_
O babe be not
affrighted
desire of nations
mark my step
my good page
holly mistletoe red berries ivy
turkeys geese game poultry brawn pigs
sausages oysters
pies puddings fruit punch all instantly
_vanish_
from _The Moon Sees the One_ , Wild Honey Press, (c)
Candice Ward, 2006
--- joe green <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Tu Mani Martini
>
> Outta Here
>
> I wait beneath the willow.
> So many young people.
> The young men with their young women dancing.
> Fireflies and a moon above.
> Screw them all.
> Lawn party..why am I here?
> I need another martini.
> I would go but my wife took my keys.
>
>
>
> The Stars The Stars
>
> All the night the moon shone
> The stars burned in the golden sky,
> I watch "Gilligan's Island"
> On an old black and white TV.
> I pass the window to get another drink
> Thinking of the Professor.
> There is no other life.
>
>
>
> All the Holy Night
>
> The immensity of the universe!
> Reading the New Yorker
> A nice New Yorker cartoon.
> Skipping the shitty poems.
> My Martini is so cold.
> Look there's a cartoon I missed!
>
>
> Something You Can Count On
>
> The moon is like a gypsy playing a yellow guitar.
> A martini is just a martini.
> Every damn time.
>
>
> The Plum Wine of the Buddha
>
> This is just to say that
> The Plum Wine of the Buddha
> Cannot properly be called a cocktail.
>
>
> In Martini Veritas
>
> After five martinis
> Soft jazz
> Still sounds like shit
>
> Praise
>
> I hold a Martini
> As I recite my poem to myself.
> The sound of one hand clapping!
>
>
> Nighthawk Outside the Diner
>
> After five martinis
> What's not to like?
> I'll go in.
> They'll want to hear my poetry.
>
>
> Cardinal Martini
>
> The Musings of Cardinal Martini
>
> Will I Be Pope?
>
> Black smoke. White smoke. No smoke.
> What's the difference?
> Every day's a good day.
>
>
> Above St. Peter's Square
>
> Waving at the faithful
> From the balcony.
> For God's sake. Hold me up!
>
>
> Should Women Be Priests?
>
> Yeah, right.
> Next they'll want to be bartenders!
>
>
> Midnight Mass
>
> The Pope is missing!
>
>
>
> Easter Morning: Wrong Sermon
>
> What's the problem?
> The Diamond Sutra is way cool.
>
>
>
> Explaining the Virgin Birth
>
> No vermouth.
> Still a Martini.
>
>
> joe green <[log in to unmask]> wrote: Immense
> interest here. Wit honored. Epigrams loved.
>
> Jon Corelis wrote: The epigram (which might be
> defined as a very short poem with a punch
> line, though it doesn't have to be humorous) is a
> somewhat neglected
> form today. Some of these have appeared on this
> list previously, but
> it was a long time ago, and others are new, so I
> thought posting this
> small collection of them might at least stir some
> interest in the
> genre.
>
> --
> ===================================
>
> Jon Corelis www.geocities.com/jgcorelis/
>
> ===================================
>
>
>
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