Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey
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*************************** *************************** WARNING: what you read at noon is NEVER the same poem or post a few hours later. I can't help myself. I like to noodle. HELPFUL SUGGESTION: if you like what you've read (and even if you didn't), come back in a day or two. It'll be better. In fact, if you hated it, you must come back and read it again because it will definitely be better. *************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption, Stephen King ***************************

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OCTOBER 15, 2009 9:23AM

poetry of dust from whence we came

Rate: 8 Flag

 


O Blight upon me and my house!

Source of endless irritation and fascination at your appearances in the damndest reaches, Becomes my obsession of every surface flat and hilly mountainous or merely raised elusive or obtuse

Your fuzzy invisibility isn't quite, too visible you

 

Such perfidy's of skin and hair cosmic outer stratospheric and the delicate shedding of inner organs (Let us not forget) blankets of anonymous blurred genetic particalization and all 
Of the living and the dead and the rich brown earth from which all life bursts forth in unceasing rhythm - you hop and stay for a while, multiplying

 

duster (1)  

 

O Ye mysterious miserable microscopic mantle requiring constant constraint and attention 
I protest this cloak that masks the mystery from whence you came 
shedding the brilliance of colors of 
galaxies moons distance and time 
to settle now upon me and this chair

 

 

 

have cats stepped up their gene pooling?

I think so! 


 
okay...I'm not a really bad poet...
 
:::blush::: 

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@@@@ dust bunny bump bump bump @@@@
I very much understand the conundrum of which you so eloquently write of. ~R~
the poem is so good i'm speechless.
the cat is so good i'm howling.

this is just too too good. gotta read and watch it a-gain.
A+++
So fun! "Of the living and the dead and the rich brown earth from which all life bursts forth in unceasing rhythm - " Loved this part - just loved it!

Like your new bio, banner and picture. You are a talent! I don't know why you keep with the "bad" before poet though...I don't agree on that front. (Rated).
I agree with Kate - quit calling it bad poetry! Some of us rather like it!
I knew you Mr. Stetson would understand, fellow herder of silkworms.

Femme, thank you! that kitty is the BEST! the expression on his face is so crazy....love it.
Kate: I'm really pleased you liked it. i had fun with this one (and I took my time and didn't rush it up here). so thank you muchly.

Dear Owl: okay. I won't say bad anymore. But when I look at ee or even the mad bukowski, I hang me badpoet head in shame.
This is the best Ode to a Dust Bunny I've ever read. The Keats influence is apparent. (And this is super-funny!)
:::taking bow:::


(then terror strikes! oh, now adding Keats for reference along with ee and the Mad Bukowski in my Homeric struggle to be The Great Bad Poet. ::sob::)
Ahhh, dust bunnies. Always wondered about their origin, thanks for the answer.
loved your poem - thank you for making me smile.
Bette, wherever they come from, they are profuse, aren't they?
Cindy, Thank you. Your smile made me smile.

Thank you both for stopping by.