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Saturday, March 25, 2023

Seven Poets


In Hades seven poets
pasting pips on paper crowns
facedown on the sidewalk
holding seven falcons down
woke to find the sugar vein
clogged by golden tusk
and the Genius of the Galaxies
was just shit out of luck.

When seven poets wobble down
the racetrack of the dawn
riding lazy Sensitivity
like bangers of the gong
who spin in gyres like goblins
whose experiments go wrong
when they trade their tongues for bullshit
then say, "Don't you love my song?"

Seven poets claim the globe
of earth and eye and breast
while their dietetic revolution
starves out all the rest
I pray for wolves and pray for beasts
to pry them from their pens
to strip them of their peacock pose
and show them stunted hens.
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also shared with The Sunday Muse #252. Image by Ruven Afanador

13 comments:

  1. Oh where to start...first I love the flow and rhyme, second the deeper meaning speaks loud and spot on my friend. Some poets need not use the term and I love your label haiku causes nausea....LOL I also love the eerie cool vibe this poem has! You never disappoint Shay...never!!

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  2. Still trying to get over the tags, but the purity of intent here does trump the sly humor, and the poem makes its sharp and acid point in every line. The picture suits it down to the ground, too. The images are superb...the clogged sugar vein, the racetrack of the dawn and the starvation of the "dietetic revolution," which will keep me off smoothies for awhile. A compelling piece, Shay, and well up to your exacting standards.

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  3. Oh my goodness. Flawless rhyme and metre, words only your genius can put together, the Genius of the Galaxies being just shit out of luck....and yes, your labels........I pray for wolves and beasts too, who would do a much better job of running the world than humans do. Exceptional writing, brilliant, as always.

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  4. You use irreverence as well as anyone I have read ... 'shit out of luck' .. 'trading tongues for bullshit, don't you like my song' ~~ well yes indeed this gal does.

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  5. This is a wonderful read! THe end made me smile. I have never got the knack of writing poems with a strong rhythm. This rolls along so invitingly, incorporating the list of words effortlessly and creatively. I feel like it should be put to music.

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  6. I’m with Hedgwitch on the tags: “try just a little bit harder” LOLOL! And this: “I pray for wolves and pray for beasts“ best line of the poem.

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  7. “When seven poets wobble down
    the racetrack of the dawn
    riding lazy Sensitivity
    like bangers of the gong”
    …love the musicality of this Shay.

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  8. Love this, right down to the sense of the craving for fame and self-importance in the underworld.

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  9. 'When seven poets wobble down
    the racetrack of the dawn' - that stopped me in my tracks brilliant lines 🙌

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  10. The rhythm, the rhyme, the wit and the satiric polish all conspire to poke fun at those select few who hog the stage as "poets." Simply brilliant, my friend.

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  11. Dark and gorgeous and leave me feeling completely like you're in a different league than most, Shay.

    Sincerely,
    David
    SkepticsKaddish.com

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  12. Wow! I got swept along in your whirlwind of imagery, and I felt like I was witnessing a coven in action. Just awesome stuff. I enjoyed the second stanza especially and like Joy, I loved your tags! Such a wonderful poem in itself! You made me laugh with "haiku causes nausea fevers vomiting and death" and then you really got me thinking with "When is a poem not a poem?" That is just the best prompt for a poem ever! :-D :-D

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  13. Love the imagery in this, and of course, the tags! (Sara McNulty)

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