[lit-ideas] SUNDAY'S poem

  • From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • To: "LIT-IDEAS" <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
  • Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2004 12:39:00 -0600


Rhymes without reason
Like times out of season
Take an educated palate
to ever find 'em pleasin'.

They're not your common poke sallet
these poems by the pallet
they're your hot house plants
that rhymeless'd be invalid.

Some call them rhyming rants
but I use them like a dance
to tame the teeming words
scrawling like ants.

I'd rather they were birds
then, like when those shepherds
heard angel voices from on high,
(and were they ever!)
a message was inferred: 
The Word, now or never.

Ding-dong the church bells ring,
Everybody sing:  
Heigh-ho let's all go 
to the Dairy Queen
and make a scene.

Merry Incarnation to the whole goddamn plantation.

Mike Geary

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