Smoke Signals

SPRING/SUMMER/FALL/WINTER

euro-patriarch deceive noble indigenous

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

indigenous live peace and harmony earth mother

MERRY CHRISTMAS

euro-patriarch oppress religious kontrol

JOYOUS NEW YEAR

white amerikkka exploit indigenous nation resource

HAPPY EASTER

european christian kapitalism slavery

INDEPENDENCE DAY

social justice earthbalance great mother 1st nations afrika

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

smartphone fight euro-white-kapitalist oppression

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY

social media rebalance earth harmony

HAPPY EARTH DAY

brown/black/red good  [white bad]
(yellow considered white when konvenient)

REST in PEACE

 

PROMPT 16: write a poem that uses the form of a list
to defamiliarize the mundane.

Empyrean Flights Delayed

ACT VI

EXEUNT Hafez the Turk with Borbognoni.
Eratocles to Lesbia as he faces the other occupants:

    ‘Mad passengers on Life’s untimely main
With boarding pass, who signal to the plane,
Such sad and paltry virtue as you’re due
Would yet an airport’s tower misconstrue;
That pilots and their air-controllers may
In congress, or in intercourse, delay
(Desirous yet of wings they fain possess)
To mount the air—with each bright stewardess
Their forms and then their maidenhood address . . .

   Out, Out.  Such trash ennobles none but thee.

For craft shall ever land as birds must fly—
Checked luggage fill the hold when drinks are served;
And whether prey or falcon take to sky,
The crew must make our passage well-deserved;
Though lightning rend the night all ’round th’plane
And flame, as in a spleen, thy fevered brain.

Perchance you hope the pilot to dissuade,
Whose path through trackless wastes your flight directs.
Your shamming virtue tarnishes your blade
And though your flight be cut, it fain connects
That shining port of entry that you seek
Where love’s most noble strength is rendered weak.’

   ‘Away. The cabin crew methinks I hear:
      Fair Lesbia—have you my passport ?’

 


PROMPT #15:  write your own dramatic monologue.
It doesn’t have to be quite as serious as Browning or Shakespeare,
but try to create a sort of specific voice or character
that can act as the “speaker” of your poem,
and that could be acted by someone reciting the poem.

 

Fatal Head-Wound Healed

 

We soon got wind of of the crime: he wound up with a wound but weathered it fairly well, waiting for the affair to wind down while they wondered whether windy weather had played a role affecting the whole scene. The effect of the hole, seen in court was downplayed, read at the hearing as a likely red herring.

The jury, having heard, gave their verdict as a herd; unanimously.
(And, more famously, anonymously.)

The infamously failed assassination set precedents for presidents as we asked as a nation to have safety take precedence over presidential presence, urging all residents to monitor their residence since shooters deft for lead could leave others left for dead indeed.

The casings were recovered, and the whole case covered by the press (though some journalists, pressed by the particulars of the case, cased out the possibility of covering close-up) until the case closed up.

 

 


Barely made it on PROMPT #14:

write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms,
or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.

 

Ω Gothic Postcard Ω

Dear diabolic debutante / Spawn of the unfathomable abyss of blackness / Daughter of dreadful dead desire / Black-shrouded sinister sister of celestial gloom before whose imperious gaze the heavens fall silent / Whip-lash girl-child of the graves whose pallid visage kindles the myriad infernal fires / Autocratic vampiress of lunar doom whose winding-cloth enfolds the thousand horrors of blood-drenched nightmare / Thou that wanderest the cypress-crested hills of funereal necropolises / Whose icy glance cracks the ungraven tombstones of utter desolation / Empress of night and madness / Who stalks the locked and shadowed hallways of unhallowed thought / Whose burial-boat glides the still waters over Lethe’s silent depths to the unglimpsed isle of eternal mourning / Whose parapets tower above the fiefdoms of quotidian banality / Whose flying buttresses overlook the Stygian waters of the forgotten drowned denizens of damnation / Whose unshackled dungeons open to worlds of regal splendor / Whose spires pierce dark skies where oblivion buries the ruined cities of revelry under the drifting clouds of leaden time / Oh maiden of melancholic alchemy whose petrified passions transmute base metal into pure gold…

May the gibbous moon of equinox shine its baleful eye upon you; may you tread in sacramental calm the winding starlit paths of somnolent cemeteries; may my unmixed metaphors unveil in delirium their parabolic mysteries before the smoldering altar of your uninterpretable allegory; may the favor of your scorn forever lay me out, embalmed, undead, on the cold stone of merciless reality. Behold: in cryptic script of spectral apparition, in tracery of coded illumination, amidst the dawning rays of torment I write thine unknown name on the threshold of daylight. And from within the mortared wall of self I speak forth from my sepulcher the Sibylline utterance, unsought, unheard, undreamt:

JUST WANTED TO SAY ‘HI’ !!!

Circe offers the cup to Ulysses, Waterhouse

I am visiting my brother in Brooklyn who has taken us all over town to partake of the urban pleasures and cultural treasures of Noo Yahwk. After walking around springtime city landscapes all day, my motivation to write a poem from scratch is very diminished.
So I brought out a favorite from the crypts in order to respond to today’s prompt:

PROMPT 13: write a poem about something mysterious and spooky!
Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and spooky
in a bad way (like a witch), or mysterious and spooky in a good way
Or just the everyday, mysterious, spooky quality of being alive.