Poetry is a brick wall with a door that must be drawn in poetry chalk
The key to the door must be carved from the spine of a Stegosaurus
Secret handshakes and passwords are passed along in dreams
Dance steps required to enter: tango, hip-hop, waltz, ballet, belly dance, and the Sufi spin
In that order
Musical meters are a must: syncopation, adagio, saxophone improvisations, and country western
Mandatory forays into Virulent Villanelles, Shyster Sestinas, and Non-Returnable Nonnets. Eco-Haiku and High-Strung Haibun will not do.
Should you fulfill these requirements you may stand on line at the door. Yes that line. The one drawn in chalk.
Well, Deb, I donta gotta nomo poetry...
ReplyDeleteI do gotta some mean Noo Yawk accent:
No, kiddo, God’s neither Dem/Rep: if you look at
our BOMB!astic, alt.blogOrammathons leading
you Upstairs into Ntimacy✖️ponential, you will
find a liberating stimulus in which God has no
political affiliation in Her ♾ dimension:
After Rapture/Wedding Feast’n 007th Heaven,
I wonder if you’d like do this with me forever -
exploring the universe board my spacecraft??
This2 π➕✍️➕𧨠this2 πΉ➖πΎ➖
π½➖π this2 π➕π§΄➕π this2π’
➕π« ➕π°➕πwithout π³π§»π¦ ??
Wanna follow this crazYoung zealot??
Follow this sinner to the starry sky, lil1:
⚡️psychopathicmath.blogspot.com⚡️
Cya soon, ya gorgeous wildflower you...