Arcana VII

I drove a chariot for Egypt’s dead gods,
obeyed decrees of an angry Pharaoh.
Vision widens where hope seems to narrow
as coral crusts the rims and axle-rods.
Submerged upon the sands my army’s host;
Erythrean currents their secrets keep.
The waters gave way, drowned me in the deep
while God led you forth toward your promised coast.
There was no choice for me, the charioteer.
A tyrant sent me forth to hunt you down;
pursuing you, I thought your end was near.
In the descent, I lost my star and crown.
My lord was false, while yours continues strong . . .
I rise from depths to further you along.

 

 Charioteer3  Charioteer2

 

Day 7: Shadorma followed by a Fib

The shadorma is a six-line, 26-syllable poem (or a stanza – you can write a poem that is made of multiple shadorma stanzas). The syllable count by line is 3/5/3/3/7/5.

 

  Lyrical Sow

As a ring of gold in a swine’s snout, 
So is a lovely woman who lacks discretion.
                                                   Proverbs 11:22

Bang that thing:

Angry piano,

All black keys,

Sharps and flats;

Pull that ring out of your snout

And POUND that thing.

 

Then, that ring:

take it, melt it down,

make a mold,

cast a god,

and bow before your idol

(a vicious poem).

 

The Fib is a six-line form. But now, the syllable count is based off the Fibonacci sequence of 1/1/2/3/5/8. You can  link multiple Fibs together into a multi-stanza poem, or even start going backwards after your first six lines, with syllable counts of 8/5/3/2/1/1. 

 

Émigrée

You

left

your home

for this land

and now you live here

and complain like a hypocrite.

You rail against America

while you suck her tit:

your new mom,

this land,

your

life.

 

 

 

 

 

ID Politricks Poem-Quiz

1) womb worker / moon mama rising from the sista circle / warrior of ebony ujamaa dreams / afreakan priestess of night-goddess humanity / blood-flower of the ancestors / my noble violated self /my people / my poems SUCK 

2) Workers of Aztlan / peones of capitalismo / we don’t need no stinkin’ gringo badges to sweat bullets in your fields of oppression / pachuco rising in the barrios of the frijole future / nahuatl rose Azteca princesa tortilla vendor /  return oh sons of Cuautemotitlan / Tio Sam is having a coronary tú sabes  but our espangleesh poetry still SUCKS

3) revaluate revolutionary solutions in revolt / occupy the exploitation / up against the m—-er f—-in’ Walmart credit slaves /  kickin’ it on multiple fronts ’cause the game is going down / getting our war on / greenly sustainable future arise immaculate in the smoke of your shopping malls when our molotov poetry stops SUCKING

4) queer = queenly / we are your fears / winking at transgendered repression in tears / a butch-booted army mascaras toward your dead tradition so flaunt this, breeders / our collective diversity  pierced only by fascist family values / skinning your hate alive / undressed in the day-glo San Fran fact / that we write SUCKY SUCKY POETRY

NOW –

MATCH THE MILITANT POEMS ABOVE
TO THEIR INTENDED TARGET AUDIENCE    (20 points)

A. Drunken Rethuglican plutocrats in a gay bar

B. Undocumented indigenous sex-workers who play lacrosse at Duke

C. The evil racist Nazi fascist dead white CEO of Chick Fil-A, bless his soul…

D. Tenured North Korean sympathizers teaching World Lit @ Virginia Tech

powerfist

It’s YOUR TURN now.  

Go write some sucky militant poetry.

 POWER  to the PEOPLE. Unh – huh…

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White Magic

 

Militant poetess, dark ingrate
From what black hole did you emigrate?
From what strange galaxy of spite
Did you slither forth to curse and bite?
What absent father spawned your soul
to spread such vicious vitriol
And bring bad vibes wherever you go
In your bitter black feminist minstrel show?

 

Dark matter could be white dwarfs, the remnants of cores of dead small-to medium-size stars. Or dark matter could be neutron stars or black holes, the remnants of large stars after they explode. The Fermi Gamma-Ray Space Telescope can detect high-energy gamma rays that may be emitted when dark matter particles collide.     
from: NASA.gov

 

PROMPT #6:  Go to a book you love. Find a short line that strikes you.
Make that line the title of your poem. Write a poem inspired by the line.
Then, after you’ve finished, change the title completely.