Jewels on grasses, The fog smells like cucumbers, Baby hands grip club.
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There was an orange man named Donald, Who crooks and dictators fondled. His friends were locked up. Overflowed the cup, Of justice, if late, full throttle.
A 3-Day Journey to Create a Mostly Trochaic Sonnet: “Ultraridiculously Quatorzian Corndog-Tainted Zanshin Lifestyle Choices” This is a free write that results in the poem which closes this entry. This exercise is … Continue reading A 3-Day Journey to Create a Mostly Trochaic Sonnet: “Ultraridiculously Quatorzian Corndog-Tainted Zanshin Lifestyle Choices”
This poem is about human destiny. Usually, if your destiny looks bad, you might want a destiny check, maybe adjust your outrageous sense of self-importance. Most of us will … Continue reading Haiku – Clean Coal Terraforming Tragedy
The idea To learn robotics, I learned about drones Because a learning tool would help me learn, But with bewildering research I often used phones, Because face to face meetings … Continue reading Poem – My Drone Integration Thesis, My Lunch
This poem is correlative of randomly paired Shakespeare Sonnets 17, 43, with a dash of Kanye
Porque no mundo mengou a verdade, punhei um dia de a ir buscar; e, u por ela fui nom preguntar, disserom todos: «Alhur la buscade, ca de tal guisa se … Continue reading The search for truth
My binary rocks And all the hues are leaving On the 24th. Half of the old tree Is squished down on some boulders. Treetops from ground, reach! Woolen cotten twines, … Continue reading Khipu khipunon
Passing lamasery in gloaming Faint lamasery Oofs in fog, and resettling, Monocarpic torch Procrastinaughty Iteroparous Cat naps and claws, purrs, sunbeam Falls on house and brook Texas Abs … Continue reading The only time I shall use a word intended, italicized
Goodbye dirtbag creep. America cheats its young On another dime. Bye Felicia, yeah You can go right on home now Because you suck ass. Poor people lack food … Continue reading Bye Felicia- Haikus on Paul Ryan
Vive l’μηδέν The reactionary himself is hoarse That cronies the fatal environmentalist of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you splices That tend on mosque throats, unsex me here, And fill … Continue reading Soliloquy from MacBeth, altered