| Starpoet Newsletter Vol. VIII, No. XV |
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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Sunday, 08 April 2007 | |
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The
Starpoet
Newsletter
Vol. VIII, No. XV
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ <><><><><> The snow
Fell Across the night Gilding
The pink budded azalea
Chill white
Some god's joke
On the
Best laid plans
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2007 C.E.
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ spring, more or less: went to a baseball game last night in 40 F. weather, woke up to scattered snow this morning
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ you wouldn't believe all the people in town this week
In Cherry Blossom Time
The cars are alive with the sound of tourists,
Sticky fingered children shouting in the aisles; The streets are filled with slow moving visitors, Lost and confused, stopped, and picking blossoms From the middle of the roadway for vacation souvenirs. It’s cherry, cherry blossom time
And even Tom’s patience has grown thin. The Tidal Basin is littered with dead flowers and water bottles,
Candy wrappers abound and I-Pods play unabated Until, I swear, I saw Lincoln stand up and declare That we all must be free of this tourist infestation, At least until Memorial Day, God Almighty, let us be free. It’s cherry, cherry blossom time
And even George is hoping for a frost. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ one geek from another
Réchauffé of the Éminence Grise
Adamantine cerulean, cognoscible and concomitant, Debouch diablerie doyen, Dyadic, Epicene, Esurient farceur: Fatidic, gadarene and gnomic heterodoxy, Instantiate and interpellate (Inveigling majuscule) Mimesis of mimosis; Palinodic perseveration, Prescinded without propaedeutic, a quotidian rhadamanthine syncretic, Transonically unregenerated In vernissage, -- A vertiginous zaibatsu of Sotto voce je ne sais quoi. Lisa Jain Thompson April 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ Easter Parade
Irving Berlin
In your easter bonnet, with all the frills upon it,
Youll be the grandest lady in the easter parade. Ill be all in clover and when they look you over, Ill be the proudest fellow in the easter parade. On the avenue, fifth avenue, the photographers will snap us,
And youll find that youre in the rotogravure. Oh, I could write a sonnet about your easter bonnet, And of the girl Im taking to the easter parade. __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ starpoet
Escaping the Town Centre
An ocean surrounds me
Neither pacific nor atlantic,
A swirl of light far older
Than either seas or even planet.
I float upon light's scattered currents,
Caught in ancient eddies Of darkness and long dead stars. I am one and nothing
As I leap from sun to sun, Searching for the perfect moment
When eternity will fall in place And I speak her true name For the first time
With my last, happy breath And then no more.
Lisa Jain Thompson
Aprilo 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ political realities
Neos Young and Old
Liberal facism
Is no different than Conservative facism Or for that matter
The Third Reich, Mussolini,
Or the late, great
Soviet Union Or Mao's China.
They all want control
And once They obtain it,
Will impose their will
An no other's 'Til death do you part.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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^^\/\/\/\/^^ Easter
Patti Smith
I am the spring, the holy ground, __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ For forty days and forty nights
And then I shall rise once more
thus spake:
Mithra
Isis & Osiris Ishtar Attis Persephone Eostre Jonah Brahma Jesus Hiram Merlin & King Arthur Lord Voldemort and
The Phoenix
Rejoice
my son is gone and in his place a daughter has arisen __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ entertainment starpoet
Keith's Story
I wasn't climbing a tree,
I was sitting on a shrub, I was sitting on that shrub Again today, but I happened to fall off The wrong way that day, The one I fell off the shrub, I mean. I've been trepanned,
Quite an experience, My surgeon could see My thoughts flying 'round, 'Til they put my brain back in, Closed up my skull back up, I've pictures If you want to see them. When my Dad was cremated,
I couldn't resist grinding, His ashes up with a little blow; He went down pretty well, I got high, he stayed down, And now I am back on tour. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007  __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ self evident
The Girl from Mytilene
I'm a spread-spectrum,
Packet-switched, State of the art poet Using short burst transmissions
To model Multi-dimensioned realities, Lyrically, of course, Like a good poet should. Beepbeep, Beepbeep, Yeah!
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ Peter Cottontail
Steve Nelson & Jack Rollins
Peter Cottontail Here comes Peter Cottontail, Hopping' down the bunny trail, Hippity, hoppity, Easter's on its way. __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ song and dance
On the Great White Way
The temperature's up,
The temperature's down,
It's Passover, It's Easter, It's springtime for Hitler And Germany. The ice is melting,
The ocean's rising,
We're winning, We're not, It's springtime for the President And America. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ evening newscasts
Moon Crazy
Full moon behind the rain
-- Doesn't stop the crazies, tho',
The serial killers, the angry boyfriends
Who want to make lampshades Out of their girlfriends; The disgruntle fathers who murder wife and children, then hang themselves In some testoserone infected frustration
Over a world that refuses to gift them
The money and innate privilege Appropriate to being male. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ One hundred American soldiers
Three Black Hawk helicopters Two Apache gunships One bulletproof vest A.K.A. An Afternoon Stroll in Free Baghdad. __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ The Bunny Hop
Ray Anthony-Leonard Auletti
Right, right Left, left Up Back Hop, hop, hop (repeat) __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ navel gazing
Serial Poet
I am entangled in the distant past,
My digressions worthy
Of a Modern Language Association Visiting scholar
Immersed in some inane minutia
Proving Shakespeare was really
A left handed, one eyed, body servant
For Queen Elizabeth One
Who died of syphillis caught
From Walter Raleigh.
I am sucked into the future,
Swallowed whole by swirling galaxies,
Drawn inescapably past the boundary layer
Into some dark singularity
Where my atoms shatter into quantum strangeness
Before being flung back
Across the continuum
Until my fingernails catch tenuously on now
And I am again Clinging to the present. Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007 __/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^ From ashes you were born
To ashes you shall return
All is starstuff born
In the fiery furnace of the heavens
LJT
© 2007 __/\/\/\/\__ ^^\/\/\/\/^^ PEACE
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