Newsflash:
Saturday, 07 April 2007 20:00
Last Updated on Saturday, 07 April 2007 17:21
The
Starpoet
Newsletter
Vol. VIII, No. XV
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
<><><><><>
^^\/\/\/\/^^
<><><><><>
The snow
Fell
Across the night
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.
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
spring, more or less: went to a baseball game last night in 40 F. weather, woke up to scattered snow this morning
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
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.
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.
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.
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.
And even George is hoping for a frost.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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.
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.
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.
Caught in ancient eddies
Of darkness and long dead stars.
I am one and nothing
As I leap from sun to sun,
As I leap from sun to sun,
Searching for the perfect moment
When eternity will fall in place
And I speak her true name
When eternity will fall in place
And I speak her true name
For the first time
With my last, happy breath
With my last, happy breath
And then no more.
Lisa Jain Thompson
Aprilo 2007
Aprilo 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
political realities
Neos Young and Old
Liberal facism
Is no different than
Conservative facism
Is no different than
Conservative facism
Or for that matter
The Third Reich,
The Third Reich,
Mussolini,
Or the late, great
Soviet Union
Soviet Union
Or Mao's China.
They all want control
And once
And once
They obtain it,
Will impose their will
An no other's
An no other's
'Til death do you part.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
Easter
Patti Smith
I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
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
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
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 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.
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.
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
April 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
self evident
The Girl from Mytilene
I'm a spread-spectrum,
Packet-switched,
State of the art poet
Packet-switched,
State of the art poet
Using short burst transmissions
To model
Multi-dimensioned realities,
Lyrically, of course,
Like a good poet should.
To model
Multi-dimensioned realities,
Lyrically, of course,
Like a good poet should.
Beepbeep, Beepbeep, Yeah!
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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.
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.
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.
We're winning,
We're not,
It's springtime for the President
And America.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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
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.
The money and innate privilege
Appropriate to being male.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
April 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
One hundred American soldiers
Three Black Hawk helicopters
Two Apache gunships
One bulletproof vest
Three Black Hawk helicopters
Two Apache gunships
One bulletproof vest
A.K.A.
An Afternoon Stroll in Free Baghdad.
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
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.
And I am again
Clinging to the present.
Lisa Jain Thompson
April 2007
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
© 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
Copyright © Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2007. Further distribution of this newsletter in its entirety is authorized. Email your letters and postcards or visit her contact page at the Starpoet website.
^^\/\/\/\/^^
PEACE
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
Set as favorite
Bookmark
Email this
Comments (0)
Subscribe to this comment's feed
Show/hide commentsWrite comment
Show/hide comment form
| < Prev | Next > |
|---|
Starpoetby Lisa Jain Thompson.
I welcome your comments. You can use the public forms that appear throughout the site or visit my contact page and leave a private note.
For your own email copy of my weekly Starpoet Newsletter, you can subscribe here or (sadly) unsubscribe there.
