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Showing posts with label wordplay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wordplay. Show all posts

Friday, April 14, 2023

MYTHINFORMATION

by Philip Stern
written in serious wordplay




Now the emergingcy
is over,
caution and funding
are over.
 
Yesterday, one of our leaders went mything.
He said it was a hoax.
Then said
it would not blast.
 
Then sold equine and oquine
and proposed bleach
to the fringe bleacher seats
at his attent show.
 
He watched as
the wildfirus burned
ungoverned,
saw it sprinkle hot ashes
 
on refrigerated
covid wagons
circling hospitals
where breathless bodies stiffened.
 
Yet mythed messages still burn,
about dangers of masking
and vaccines that damnage DNA,
still cause national dysfusion.
 
So do we now just forget
that we gallowed
over one million deaths
to happen?

 
Philip Stern is 95, had a poem published in The Atlantic in 1957, wrote pop songs in the 60s, and started writing poetry again after retiring from college teaching.

Monday, April 13, 2020

ON BARS

by DeWitt Henry


Source: Cagle


A.G. Bill Barr
should be disbarred
and/or spend time
behind bars or
drinking at them,
both earnest and glib.
doing biddings of
our worst President,
bar none.

For lack of Barack,
step up, be heard;
raise the bar of expectations.
Climb the barricades.
High jump, pole-jump:
clear the bar.
Cross the bar.

Nearly half of us
fear barbarian hordes,
beards and all (unless
us is them).  Seek to
bar the gate, build barriers.
Keep us over barrels, where
barrels are meant for
storing and protecting,
e.g. over Niagara;
or for shooting fish,
or empty ones for noise.

The BAR man sights down
his ungainly weapon
(though Browning Automatic Rifle
has nothing to do with “baros,”
Greek for weight).

Bars of gold, candy, or soap.
Bars of music and rank.
Barcode.  Bar-
gain.  Crow, salad,
barbell and barometer.
Stars and bars forever.

Barbed.  Barred.

Democracy amok.


DeWitt Henry’s most recent prose collection is Sweet Marjoram: Notes and Essays (MadHat, 2018).  A new collection, Endings and Beginnings: Family Essays, is scheduled for 2020 from MadHat.  Poems have appeared in Ibbetson Street, On the Seawall, Plume, Muddy River Poetry Review, Constellations, and Woven Tale Press.  Henry was the founding editor of Ploughshares and is Prof. Emeritus at Emerson College.