Is Poetry In Your Pocket Day a good idea, when the poem you share is filled with bile?
An ephemeral sonnet of winter aconite.
When I was sent on to a post from the Idler declaring that: From today, all orders that we send out will include a nice little letterpress bookmark, featuring a picture of a little birdie and the phrase: “Read, Don’t Twitter”. my first response was
How is purple snow innocent? If I see snow that’s purple, I don’t think of it as innocent, or sweet, unless it’s in a snowcone.
Was it a bombing? A riot? An act of vandalism? Nope. It was poetry.
From The American Center for Sarah Palin Inspirational Limericks: As debates go, it was quite a flat one, each answer most likely a pat one. Though a night with no drama is a win for Obama the same can’t be said for Mc “That One.”
Fear the lesser son who, desperate to burn bright, incinerates all. – Susan Anthony, San Francisco, Poets Against War
Muthee won her the office of Guv Praying hands brought down might from Above But Muthee has itches Hunting ones he calls witches Fitting Palin like hand in a glove. Can you sum up the Palin witch craze In a limerick (not with essays)? Keep