Happy Hiram
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Ode to Irony,
by Pablum Nudeo
(aka Happy Hiram)
Poetry is write.
It comes ripping out in disorder,
then we wrinkle and compile it.
We have such thin skins on this planet
The slightest ironing pierces us through
The puns go on and on.
Bad poetry is made;
its skin goes out into the world,
every day ambition unites with kneel
Lenin, Caravaggio and Calvin Klein come back
from standing up to lick their wounds
and under the cupboard the child cries.
Poetry bubbles up inside despair.
Comments/Critiques?
based on the Pablo Neruda poem.
http://www.poetseers.org/nobel_prize_for_literature/pablo_neruda_(1971)/pablop/ironing/
by Pablum Nudeo
(aka Happy Hiram)
Poetry is write.
It comes ripping out in disorder,
then we wrinkle and compile it.
We have such thin skins on this planet
The slightest ironing pierces us through
The puns go on and on.
Bad poetry is made;
its skin goes out into the world,
every day ambition unites with kneel
Lenin, Caravaggio and Calvin Klein come back
from standing up to lick their wounds
and under the cupboard the child cries.
Poetry bubbles up inside despair.
Comments/Critiques?
based on the Pablo Neruda poem.
http://www.poetseers.org/nobel_prize_for_literature/pablo_neruda_(1971)/pablop/ironing/