Tag Archives: NaPoWriMo 2018

Ode to a Caulk Gun

NaPoWriMo prompt: a poem that takes the form of a warning label

STICK’EM UP
with LIQUID NAILS

DANGER ! EXTREMELY FLAMMABLE
See Other Caution on Back Panel:

I’m hot for you Cowgirl. You’re so flammable my glue-gun starts to melt; my screwdriver starts twisting when you loosen that low-slung belt. You make me feel like laying re-bar in a freshly-poured foundation. Shoot me up with that caulk gun baby—I need you like salvation. Ten and one-half fluid ounces—pull off your top, pop a love-cap in me. Fingerin’ your trigger while the job is gettin’ bigger so take me for a ride to the hardware store, honey, cause I’m seeing red and feeling white on your golden background’s sheer delight.  Hammer me a heart-full, spike me on a cross of blonde, I’m hanging ten, surfing the tube of your magic wand. I’ve been in love ever since I first waterproofed my seamy undersides with you . . . stand over me in those red, red boots, you Liquid Nails Girl—and from your pure white Stetson let righteousness unfurl. You won the shoot-out long before you even drew, my dear. Lost hope of the Wild West, Final Frontal Feminine Frontier—there’s only one side of you . . . your GOOD side.  Just one look and your fearless gaze silences the foes, my blooming prairie rose.
YEE-HAW !  Be my angel, be my dream, my valentine rodeo queen, be my bodyguard, my therapist, long & tall & hard & wet—be my Liquid Nails Girl forever and I’ll ride right into your sunset . . .

NEXT IDEA: the Land O’ Lakes Squaw . . .

IMAGE CREDIT:  radargeek @ flickriver.com

Mother Goose-Gas

Nikki Haley, big on talk
shook her UN tomahawk
War-path armchair quarterback,
she gave our world a gas-attack.

Repent for all the lies you’ve told;
the lap-dog narrative waxes old.
Your leash needs tightened. Down, girl. SIT.
You’re locked and loaded (full of shit).
Go beat your war-drum to the chief;
we offer you our unbelief
as tragic relief:

globalist stooge
Pentagon fake news
puppet of the Fake Jews
miss missile, Nimrata misinformed
missed the mark
Matriarch
in the dark

Hail Haley

write a poem that involves rebellion in some way. The speaker or subject of the poem could defy a rule or stricture that’s been placed on them, or the poem could begin by obeying a rule and then proceed to break it (for example, a poem that starts out in iambic pentameter, and then breaks into sprawling, unmetered lines).

 

 

 

 

Inscrutable: Any Reef & Stall

Lovely angles, muscles, motion
roused the pitch of hot devotion.
Banners raised as standards flapped
orders barked, salutes were snapped:
volk emotion.

Olympiads and warrior rallies
Mountain maidens, Rhineland valleys
showed forth her visionary arts.
This Überfrau demands our hearts’
analyses.

Leni filmed it with a flair
made us feel that we were there;
over, under, moving through
a merely mortal flaw: her true
Nazi affair.

Misbegotten Roman signs
intensified her visual lines.
Cinematographic blame
forestalled by Leni’s optic frame;
her vision shines.

She’d tackle any reef and stall
to answer nature’s filmic call
diving deep and wrestling Kau:
light in Sudan’s darkness, how
it can enthrall.

Has history been unkind to her,
this cinematic Lucifer ?
Or is she vindicated
and rightly adulated
as memories blur?

No one dares excuse, nor coddle
propaganda’s super-model.
Yet, the audience must admit
Leni was no hypocrite,
ours to throttle.https://c1.staticflickr.com/5/4129/5207577738_55b9078f00_z.jpg

Liebfraumilch-maid ? Much depends
upon the angle of her lens
Leni makes the cameras falter,
wondering if film can alter
history’s ends.

 

HAIKU be all, like:
MINIMALISM baybeee . . .
(kickin’ Snapchat’s ASS)