Monday, April 27, 2009

Responses


General Grant, Generally Growls, at Gracious Greetings

while

Lee, Longingly Laments, over Long Love Letters

Sunday, April 19, 2009

Noah Webster


Poenology, in Webster's wisdom
Unlike, as a corn kernel in a pea pod,
The failed attempts of a poetaster,
Rubs his shoulders,
Nonchalantly,
With poems and poesies.
The brash prose of legality
Slinking his misspelled way between
Siamese twins.

As though brother Daniel's profession
was somehow worthwhile.

If poetry is.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

On Falling Headfirst Into Hogfat


I smell
I fell
In vat
Of fat
Splat

Hogfat or meteor shower
I never gain no superpower

Life is awful and I hate everybody.

Fastfood Superslave


Wanna die slow?
Just quickly go
To Mickey Ds
Get extra cheese
You're a fastfood superslave
From McCradle to McGrave

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Lee's Sonnett


Kind sir, at first a statement I shall make
This is the truth, cannot my hand thus lie
So if you think this verse to hold some fake
Your quest shall halt, will cease, must end, shall die.

Lee, I am, the second son of a man
Upon my father too, this same old fate
He taught me, "Boy do this all if you can,
To live in truth, humbleness, never hate."

"Run from the deceit of this world," he'd say
"Stand firm in the path of tyranny and evil men,
But, if you come to Virginia's dark day,
Don't just stand, fight back with strong fists, fierce wrath."

Slaves should be free I'll make it known
The North it's government can keep
Lincoln can have the cold and snow
Virginia's innocence never reap

In the end broken now, I am
She has been torn, never to mend

Limerick #2


A Limerick written to rhyme
Would not take too much of my time
I could do it right now
And you'd say "Holy cow!"
But I don't subscribe to your religion.

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

The Storm


Lee stood on a hill, determination in his stare.
Grant stood on the opposite hill, holding a chew of tobacco and a pear.
Devilish clouds formed but, no rain would quench their thirst.
Battle would be done, "The day of reckoning's today," Lee cursed.
Lee drew his sword, from the sheath on his hip.
Grant finished his pear and placed the chew in his lip.
A storm was breaking from the sky so dark.
The men met in the field and Grant swung at his mark.
But all of a sudden there on the ground,
Lay four cats and twelve dogs quickly forming a mound.
Then another fell to Lee's left and five more to his right,
Three cats landed on Grant and Lee was lost to his sight.
They would have continued the battle, I would like to say,
But the storm brought cats and dogs instead of rain that day.