This is a really lovely little prose poem by Ace Metaphor. Source: (1) Ace Metaphor – Timeline
Category Archives: Poetry
A coworker brings his dog in, and her expression when she’s allowed to “free range” reminded me of this lovely poem. Freedom (Louis Dudek) My two dogs tied to a tree by a ten-foot leash kept whining and howling for an hour till I let them off. Now they are lying quietly on […]
http://www.mczenpoems.com/ Someone with a job is never secure Someone with a calling is never unemployed Via Frannyy, whom I thank.
http://torch.cs.dal.ca/~johnston/poetry/octopus.html Octopi and Ogden Nash. Frannyy knows a few of my favourite things, and gives them to me wrapped in suckered tentacles.
http://www.austinkleon.com/category/newspaper-blackout-poems/ “Blackout Poems”: The kind of thing I wish I’d come up with, but am far too unpoetic (“poethetic?”) and uncreative ever to have imagined. *jealous*
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_McGonagall Biography of the infamous Scottish “poet”, William Topaz McGonagall. My parents gave me a book of his poetry – generally considered some of the worst ever written – as a kid, and even then I could distinguish its awfulness. It’s amazing to think that someone so immune to taunts and abuse could have been […]
http://www.spellingsociety.org/news/media/poems.php I’ve Stumbled this poem before, I know, but it’s too much fun not to Stumble again! Best when read out loud, BTW.
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/562.html A delightful A.A. Milne children’s poem that was introduced to me via The Muppet Show (and introduction to opera was via Looney Tunes!) The King asked The Queen, and The Queen asked The Dairymaid: “Could we have some butter for The Royal slice of bread?”
http://www.english.emory.edu/LostPoets/ A good starting-point site for investigating the war poetry of WWI. Specifically, this page concentrates on poets who died on “the torn fields of France.”
http://www.strangeplaces.net/weirdthings/cathaiku.html I’m pretty sure my cat wrote these ones: “You must scratch me there! Yes, above my tail! Behold, elevator butt.” “The rule for today: Touch my tail, I shred your hand. New rule tomorrow.” “You’re always typing. Well, let’s see you ignore my sitting on your hands.”