Language – Anne's mediocre poetry

Mouth honor

Propaganda is loved by sycophants and thugs. Venom helps them thrive, without it they would die. Money buys big hair when there’s nothing much up there. Dimes and nickels wind up a torn-up heart disrupting blood flow – extremities are numb. The president of the Nazis is not the one for me, as I amContinue reading “Mouth honor”

All hallowed eve

On all hallowed eve the ghouls descend from the picture perfect walls – this graveyard where the past is hanging is a gallery of echoes – pyramids of the Nile and Alabama’s cotton fields where souls are hijacked by the fluidity of words – no substance to the language of a ghoul. Men of strawContinue reading “All hallowed eve”

Throw that stick

Throw that stick! Toss that stone! Your tweet belongs to you alone. The First Amendment guarantees your right to say whatever you please. So publish Wolff, and have your say- to the death I defend it to my dying day. 2018

Poem

A poem is like a bird as it takes off into flight, when you think you have it down, it reveals Aladdin’s touch. A merlin’s turning head transforms to peregrine, and sometimes all you see is a buteo sitting there. A sparrow singing songs is likely just to be sitting on a tree limb withoutContinue reading “Poem”

To boast or to keen

I do not know the language of threading terror – words that leap like fleas upon the trusty dog. This usage is beyond all playground shouting, Backroom brawling is now in the spectator’s vision. No scope is needed to identify the telltale white – underside, wing-bar, rump, all plainly seen. The grass in winter isContinue reading “To boast or to keen”

From Russia with love

“I think I’d get along very well with Vladimir Putin. I just think so,” Trump said in one of his first comments about the Russian leader since launching his presidential bid last June. 7/31/2015 The poet’s corner rests in the line where mothers wait, any word will do – does he live or is heContinue reading “From Russia with love”

Nostalgia

The words that my parents never used from the house of white they come – I hear them on the news. A behavior so childish they would never approve, yet the highest in the land they sink – decency forsooth. Alas I miss those days when civility was rule, that kingdom of my parent’s houseContinue reading “Nostalgia”

Stealing metaphors

Beware the use of adjectives, the holiest of gowns. They turn your nouns chameleon, when Barnum comes to town. The noun is self-sufficient when it tells you lie from truth. The conjurer will mix them with gold and silver, ruth- less in redefining the language to fit his needs. Entitlement becomes the unearned benefit andContinue reading “Stealing metaphors”

Language and games

‘War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.’ George Orwell Over time these words of ours lose their meaning. Something bad is good while an entitlement isn’t earned. It is avarice that seeps like a leech, bleeding each letter – their corpses are dry. Lifeless and useless they become as a mockingbirdContinue reading “Language and games”

Words

How does one live in a world of loathsome words? “Punch him in the face.” We can’t disagree with grace? “She has blood coming out of her whatever.” Grandmothers eyes roll what? Never! “I moved on her like a bitch.” Behavior of the rich? “Grab them by the pussy.” So kitty cats aren’t fussy? “IslamContinue reading “Words”