Soured

Sociopath usurpers rise to the top
Floating above mere human resources:
Doubtful cream of a churned and churning crop
Soulless spawn of data-driven forces.

I long to see them finally confounded;
I’ll laugh as they leap from towering losses
Their assets seized, liquefied, impounded . . .
May God repay our sociopath bosses!

PROMPT #22: use an idiomatic phrase as the jumping-off point for your poem.

(The cream of the crop…)

Estrofas Duchampescas

Para recoger las horas perdidas
hay que coger las zorras perdidas . . .

In order to re-cog the wheels of loss
one must make hay in the azores of loss . . .

PROMPT #21:
Find a poem in another language,
and perform a “homophonic translation” on it,
which means to try to translate the poem
simply based on how it sounds.

Gettin’ Homophonic

PROMPT #21:
Find a poem in a language that you don’t know,
and perform a “homophonic translation” on it.
What does that mean? Well, it means to try to translate the poem
simply based on how it sounds.

Handmade of the Lord

**PROMPT #20: write a poem about a handmade gift that you have received.**

I spent this afternoon watching She (1965 Hammer version) with my daughter because I was dreading trying to rise to the challenge of this prompt. I wound up with a half-baked limerick based on Luke 1:37, 38

For with God nothing shall be impossible.
And Mary said, Behold the handmaid of the Lord;
be it unto me according to thy word. And the angel departed from her.

Eternal salvation’s a gift

From a righteous young maid in a shift

Who had never been laid;

By God’s Spirit hand-made

was her baby, our burdens to lift.

I could have weaseled my way out of this very challenging prompt with a haiku . . . but you were spared this time.