Showing posts with label Sestina. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 25, 2020

Rotting Pumpkin Sestina by Sly Fawkes

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This snarky Sestina is composed by Aunt Cie's snarkastic pundit alter-ego, Sly Fawkes.
I
with a brain like the inside of a rotting
pumpkin, Dear Leader 45 takes the stage
spouting out misleading misinformation
telling his audience to mainline Clorox
"It will kill the coronavirus," he says
"You just change the pH balance of your blood"
II
never mind that he knows nothing about blood
please ignore the fact that his mind is rotting
or that he is just a ham who loves the stage
spreading deadly lies and misinformation
you'll die shooting up an I.V. of Clorox
you should not ever trust what Pumpkinhead says
III
our Dear Leader with rotting pumpkin brains says
he thinks you should inject bleach in your blood
to make the coronavirus start rotting
please do not concern yourself about the stage
leading to death from his misinformation
coronavirus is not cured by Clorox
IV
you can wash dirty laundry using Clorox
please pay attention to what the label says
do not go injecting Clorox in your blood
for if you do, then you will soon be rotting
death can be anticipated at the stage
following Pumpkinhead's misinformation
V
a four-year onslaught of misinformation
the White House needs a good cleaning with Clorox
and since we can't trust what the red leader says
we need an injection of blue in the blood
this once-great country from within is rotting
get the pumpkin-headed ham off of the stage
VI
hopefully, we have come to the final stage
of daily ranting and misinformation
clean up the rotting pumpkin stains with Clorox
and really hear the words each candidate says
we can't let their charisma poison our blood
scandal addiction leaves our country rotting
VII
a scrubbing with Clorox
may relieve the rotting
it's time to clear the stage
~sly has spoken~
what does the fox say
Royalty-free image copyright Julia Henze purchased from 123rf.com
Content coyright 2020 by Cara Hartley
 
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NaPoWriMo: Write a poem about a fruit. I was initially going to compare Cheeto Stalin to the Annoying Orange but decided that a rotting pumpkin was more appropriate. 
 
A pumpkin is, in fact, a fruit. Here is a fun page that explains why.
 
April PAD Challenge: Write a nature poem. I may have done the reverse of this because the Rotting Pumpkin-Head in chief is utterly unnatural.
 
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Thursday, October 12, 2017

OctPoWriMo 2017: Day 12: Forbidden Imagination

The Trapped Princess
Image from World of Warcraft

Forbidden Imagination

Why is what we imagine
Why are the things that bring us joy
Thought to be the product of drinking too much coffee
Why do we laugh at those with their heads in the clouds
Without imagination, no-one would have thought to build a rocket
Without imagination, there would be no music

Why are those who like to hear music
Why are those who live to imagine
Those who dream of taking off in a rocket
Often punished for wanting to find joy
Often brought roughly down from the clouds
Forever told to wake up and smell the coffee

Why are those who like clouds in their coffee
Told that they are wrong for loving music
Brought down brutally from the clouds
Told that they should not imagine
Then ordered to feel joy
Though their truth has been destroyed by a rocket

Why are dreams not allowed to take flight like a rocket
Why must we lead lives that mandate too much coffee
Why is there so little room for joy
Why must we always silence the music
Why are we not allowed to imagine
What is wrong with living in the clouds

I would rather spend a lifetime in the clouds
Dreaming of taking off in a rocket
Living in the world I imagine
Choosing the time when I'll drink my coffee
Listening and dreaming to my music
This is the kind of life where I feel joy

This world has always destroyed my joy
Ordered me to come down from the clouds
Told me I couldn't have the music
Shot down my dreams with a rocket
Made me drink too much coffee
Told me that I was stupid to imagine

Imagine the joy
Coffee full of clouds
Rocket launching to a realm filled with music

~Cie~