poem the 9th

[concretekiss]

Waxing Dorothy Parker

bring them great furious tigers to break
& bearskin backside-lined beds
bloody-horned beasts to wrangle & stake
& roaring Goliaths to behead

bedeck them in satins & badge their fine breasts
for occasions so noble & thrilling
a spangled new trophy for each concurred pest
bright sequin for every new killing

but spare them oh please from a monster so grave
that its name, some can scarcely speak of
so grizzly it yellows hearts touted most brave
no nothing's so terrible as love

Comments

[liquid-siftings.livejournal.com]

You definitely have the DParker vibe resonating here.

I'm beginning to feel pressure to generate some poetry this month...

[flightviolation.livejournal.com]

dude, i han't rhymed in 13 years!
& if there was ever a month to generate some poetry THIS IS IT! but no pressure

[liquid-siftings.livejournal.com]

oh, and you're gonna hate me for this but "it's" should be "its".

Deputy Grammar Cop

[flightviolation.livejournal.com]

oooodamn you're right! thank you occifer.

[cowboyjesus.livejournal.com]

Your "Fresh Prince" link reverberates as well. He he he. Thanks for 'sillifying' a serious day's end.

[flightviolation.livejournal.com]

*bows graciously*

*steps on skirt hem*

*falls off stage*

[toy-of-thought.livejournal.com]

i like the "bring them" / "bedeck them" / "but spare them" stanza kick-offs.

nice élans as my acting prof would say (élan = his term for "take-off" [meaning like a plane, not derivative])

[flightviolation.livejournal.com]

ooo i didn't notice that! it was chore enough to align the meter. thank you, miss!