Tryptych of Limerick

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Deplorable: that’s her election
as it veers in a vulgar direction.
Though some mention Lewinsky,
it’s really Alinsky
revealed as her true predilection.

We chafe at the future event
with a murmur of futile dissent.
While her media trumpeted,
candidates plummeted
down to a depth we resent.

I mourn for our empire’s decadence
descending to realms of irrelevance;
into bloated bureaucracies:
data dumb-ocracy’s
dearly departed preeminence.

Inspired by 3 limerick enthusiasts and fellow poetry-bloggers:
Flammeus Gladius, Dennis Lange and D.N. O’Brien

Go read their fantastic poetry !

The Amazing Muses’ Amusing Mazes

When painters who paint about painting
meet writers who write about writing,
self-conscious redundancy
bordering lunacy
ends in esthetic in-fighting.

Such modernists, right about nothing
(mostly nihilists mad about something)
are so lost in the process
they vent all their excess
in metacognition:  dull writing.

You poets who muse about musing –
unaware you are reader-abusing,
provide a terrific
verbose soporific
yet not of the reader’s own choosing…

I long for some sheer virtuosity –
but I’m stifled by all the pomposity.
This dull erudition,
“sub-metacognition”,
is purely artistic atrocity.

You thinkers who think about thinking
drag my spirit far lower than sinking.
What we want is a Word
which we haven’t yet heard –
so ’till then I’ll just drink about drinking.

Christian Types & Anti-types in Limerick

The riddles of John’s Revelation
Imply a large-scale desolation.
The end is not too clear
But looks rather nuclear:
A well-deserved A-bomb-in-nation.

A quorum of biblical scholars
turned their doubts into thousands of dollars.
Armed with Document Q
they revealed nothing new
but the dirt neath’ the white of their collars.

A proud “health & wealth” Oklahoman
was renowned as a gospel-tent showman.
While the scriptures he twisted,
their tithing assisted
his rise from poor hick to rich Roman.

A sexually diverse professor
(assured he was not a transgressor)
spoke only of openness
glossing sin’s brokenness;
rainbows and tolerance, yes sir.

A Mormon, who lost his own ephod
Realized he was running quite slipshod
He invoked Joseph Smith.
(Yes, it may be a myth—
but it’s not like misplacing your I-pod…)

A Christian whose faith was prophetic
held to views that were truly pathetic.
This crazed Pentecostal,
not quite an apostle,
had taken an End-Times emetic.

A sober and staid Presbyterian
was distrustful of thoughts millenarian.
After smoking some bud,
he awoke with a thud;
in his sleep he’d become Rastafarian.

A preacher who fleeced his disciples
overdrew his own balance of scruples.
He was finally captured
(defrocked and un-raptured)
and rent by his destitute pupils.

A sister who waxed Pentecostal,
mistook herself for an apostle
Speaking pure glossolalia
she sure could regale ya’
with prophecy; crazy—but docile.

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The Amazing Muses’ Amusing Mazes

When painters who paint about painting
meet writers who write about writing,
self-conscious redundancy
bordering lunacy
ends in esthetic in-fighting.

Such modernists, right about nothing
(mostly nihilists mad about something)
are so lost in the process
they vent all their excess
in metacognition:  dull writing.

You poets who muse about musing—
unaware you are reader-abusing,
provide a terrific
verbose soporific . . .
yet not of the reader’s own choosing.

I long for some sheer virtuosity
but I’m stifled by all the pomposity.
This dull erudition,
“sub-metacognition”,
is naught but artistic atrocity.

You thinkers who think about thinking
drag my spirit far lower than sinking.
What we want is a Word
which we haven’t yet heard . . .
so ’till then I’ll just drink about drinking.