Neo-Climate Change

Although I am getting really tired of even reading the news, it seems to zap me of creative things to say, before I completely abandon speaking of the "ridiculously incoherent" news that makes watching Monty Python irrelevant, I offer a poem about ... ignoring the future to try one more time to sell an Unstupid Continuum.

Neo-Climate Change

        It could be evolution
        Or is that an alien concept?
        Global policy change created
        By a tasteless, unseen gas

        Invisible and ubiquitous
        Combustible culture excesses
        Raising discourse—
        Atmospherics writ large

        Based on logarithmic curves?
        Even world bankers understand
        Very low interest in saving
        The world for a rainless day.

        We had the guy for the job,
        A born again leader
        Whose overindulgence worked,
        Conservatively speaking,

        But he got caught in a dead end
        Singularity, with backwards

If it was not for science
We wouldn’t need to pray,
“Save us, for we know not
What we have done, already.”

We won’t deny our gods:
Oil, cars and air conditioning.
Blame Al Qaeda terrorists
Who turned up the heat!

Save for a military debacle
Americans could be leading
Planetary conversion—
Alcohol driven revivals.

        Misconstrued by deification.
        Predestined compassion

        Abruptly imploded! The phantasy,
        Obscured in false flag confusion
        Left Falwell nothing more to say, thence
        Disintegrated without a delay.

Begin tomorrow right away:
Ghouliani can go to G8 in drag.
Romney can torture the truth.
If that doesn’t sell, blame McCain.

Overcompensation disambigulation

What the US has sponsored through its neocon leadership:
The worst of a bad state of affairs




Conversely

                     above average is hardly
                                             underrated or specific
disappointing,          maybe              okay

                       clearly not  unanticipated
                        surely           unappreciated

                                              to be or not to be
                                              the
                                              best
                                              is not
                                              good enough

elusive                                                               greatness

                                             uncritical acclaim


most mistakenly                                                 crave



                                             ungrammatically speaking
                                             superlatives are best mostest

Mad Cons on the 4th Anniversary of something (__________________ )

Another one of my poems published by New Verse News, Monday, May 1, 2007. Check out their site, I think you will enjoy it. The New Verse News

They have a new poem, sometimes 2, everyday. James Penha does a wonderful job as editor and has a fine coterie of poets who contribute. I am honored to be included in this group. I like the way he operates and I have confidence in any changes he makes. My work is all released under a Creative Commons License which I discuss and link on one of my other blogs, where Brigid the blog poetry muse dwells.

He thought "Love the game . . . sort of like Mad Libs; what if we title it Mad Cons?"

What a great connection!

I had entitled this poem "Present Perfect Parade or, PoP goes the W-easel." Present Perfect as in tense where the perfect tense denotes "something is happening" but, ironically, "it is far from perfect" in tandem with POP a palindrome for W the weasel. The poem has a bunch of numerical symbolism relating to the letter P, the most obvious 15 lines beginning with P in triplets for the element phosphorus that has an atomic number 15 and is in the 3 period of the periodic table.

In Greek mythology phosphorus relates to Venus--

by Hellenistic times, it was realized they were the same planet. Hesperos would be translated into Latin as Vesper and Phosphorus as Lucifer, a poetic term later used to refer to the fallen angel cast out of heaven.[41] The Romans would later name the planet in honor of their goddess of love, Venus, whereas the Greeks used the name of its Greek counterpart, Aphrodite.

for the light of the female leader of the House of Representatives spotlighting the POTUS who does not know which way he is going. Pop!

All in all that is a pretty big mouthful of meaning for a daily poetry site, but it is all here for those who chose to dig deeper.

"Mad Cons(libs)," wow it is a great play on the blankety blank con game isn't it? Thanks James.