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CXL
by Laura DoomAll praise the poet laureate, for she or he has writ
ten to deliver us from devolution into pros
ody, that vaunted ream of mundane spiritus wherein
the meter is not running free but set to clamp our feet;
the frivolous are shuffled off this mordant coil, our plea
for status, aired in flatus, spurious. Who pays the lau
relled potentate? For she or he has written off the gen
ius that owes its state to rank tautology, reform
that stresses double-checking plus to prove a pandidac
tic homily whose text will elevate the pendulous. 02/11/2014 Author's Note:
Updated (title) after consulting Editing for Femmiquins
[id est dyslexia vel dyscalculia?]
dyscaxia is what it was, Mr Sadist Benz (auto motive dysfunctionality)--I am full of grate.
Posted on 02/11/2014
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 02/11/14 at 05:30 PM After a less than disciplined scan, your feet do indeed seem to be well-clamped to the meter, though I like the way your words wander amongst the lines. But what is CLX? |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/13/14 at 02:28 PM ahhh....this *stellar* poem stimulates the mind!
Thank you! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 02/20/14 at 11:10 PM Mr Sadist Benz drives a chariot with spiked wheels, made in Japan. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/22/14 at 12:28 AM Coool poem...dig the lingo, you potentate you. :o) |
| Posted by Dane Campbell on 02/23/14 at 10:13 PM You never cease to impress. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/24/14 at 04:47 PM My favorite new word - tautology, in this ms.terpiece of wordology, and that begs repeating. ;) |
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