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ConnectHook Apr 2019
We soon got wind of of the crime: he wound up with a wound but weathered it fairly well, waiting for the affair to wind down while they wondered whether windy weather had played a role affecting the whole scene. The effect of the hole, (seen in court) was downplayed, read at the hearing as a likely red herring.

The jury, having heard, gave their verdict as a herd; unanimously.
(And, more famously, anonymously.) The infamously failed assassination set precedents for presidents as we asked, as a nation, to have safety take precedence over presidential presence, urging all residents to monitor their residence since shooters deft for lead could leave others left for dead indeed.

The casings were recovered, and the whole case covered by the press (though some journalists, pressed by the particulars of the case, cased out the possibility of covering close-up) until the case closed up.
Barely made it on PROMPT #14:
write a poem that incorporates homophones, homographs, and homonyms,
or otherwise makes productive use of English’s ridiculously complex spelling rules and opportunities for mis-hearings and mis-readings.
  Apr 2019 ConnectHook
july hearne
butcher jobs
& butchered bodies
app economies
out of scale

just last week
a fig tree fell
in los angeles

maybe one day there'll be a permanent outage
& the real disruption will come

your turn to be nothing
your turn to be no one
in a busy Caracas steakhouse
in a blackout or under a stolen sun
a stolen sun stolen from the poor

hard times hitting hardest in the hurt
all alone in lonely dirt
no bright morning stars for belle

just last week
a fig tree fell
in los angeles

might be nice to know
what al green means when he sings
give it everything
before it becomes time to go
dead luke perry staying dead
& an end of the world that keeps on coming
Al Green - Give It Everything Lyrics

Love, what about the things you want?
What about the things you need
Versus the things you don't have?
You should have all of this world's desires
All of this world's entire bounty and beautiful love

The stars and the moon and the birds soar real soon
You should have all the things that you need
Give it everything, all the world to bring
If you believe in something, you go to give it everything

Love, there's no time to waste
There's no life to take
Believers don't have to make haste
Oh no, but, ‽I love you”
Are more than just some sweet words

‽I love you”, are the sweetest words I ever heard
One thing about I can't explain
That you are the world to me
When you're sure you love me
Show you love tenderly

The stars and the moon and the birds soar real soon
You should have all the things that you need
Give it everything, all the world to bring
If you believe in something, you go to give it everything

Why should settle for second best
When you haven't tasted all the rest
Listen to me, listen to my request
You should have all the things you want, the things you need
All of the things your mind can conceive

The stars and the moon and the birds soar real soon
You should have all the things that you need
Give it everything, all the world to bring
If you believe in something, you go to give it everything
ConnectHook Apr 2019
My old dull knife; I love that blade.
Behold her blunted self portrayed:
She shines, yet cannot make her point
Unsheathed, she’ll only disappoint.

Her edge, that dares to draw no blood
When cold, shall carve no willing wood;
Well-warmed, she’ll lose the fight to butter . . .
Despite her glitter, she’s no cutter.

A useless tool. There is none worse.
I’ll sharpen her—and then, my verse.
PROMPT #12:
write a poem about a dull thing that you own, and why and how you love it.
ConnectHook Apr 2019
Exiles from a dysfunctional global pipe-dream
of borderless corporate matriarchies,
multi-kulti nonsense and data-driven diversity
where virtue-signaling despots ruled
and those so confused
they didn't know their own gender
competed for victim-status
as they shrieked,
where rainbow torches on the filthy walls
smoldered with toxic smoke
barely illuminating the fragments
of computer carcasses we had to step over,
we fled the oppression
of passive-aggressive elitists
suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome
to found a pure republic, based on poetry, goodwill and faith in God.
We emerged from the labyrinthine caverns and malodorous tunnels
into the light right outside the cave:
Clear, strong patriarchal light
purifying the fresh air.

We breathe deeply.

Once I saw some Vikings
sail the sea looking for Diet Coke
only to find angry gulls and mothers
squawking in parking lots
as the dust of the gentle hills disappeared
down the unpaved road
of rolling Scandinavian seas.


I was emotionally engaged once . . .
but she was a neurotic feminist poet, so I broke it off
and moved to Kekistan where
(thanks be to Kek)
I married my TWO Kekistani brides.
PROMPT #11:
Where are you from?
Not just geographically,
but emotionally, physically, spiritually?
Maybe you are from Vikings and the sea
and diet coke and angry gulls in parking lots.
Maybe you are from gentle hills and angry mothers
and dust disappearing down an unpaved road.
And having come from there, where are you now?
ConnectHook Apr 2019
Single monks dwell alone, due to pride
but true monkeys go seeking their bride;
and a monkess (no nun)
loves some rain with her fun
on the street’s sunny simian side.


Cohabiting the sky

suspended droplets and sunlight

cloud vapor silvered with solar illumination:

A MONKEY’S WEDDING !

We shrieked it and jumped around

along that shifting frontier

between childhood and joy

between sunshine and falling raindrops

MONKEYS !

We knew they were entering into conjugal bonds;

nuptial specifics were irrelevant

the celebration was probably far away

in Borneo or Congo or Amazonia . . . or behind the sky

but it was monkeys getting married

only there and then:

along that impermanent line

where the rain didn’t know the sun was out

and the sun did not know it was raining

that fine line: monkeyshine

shout it out (when you were 8)

negative ions in the air

distant yells of children

hopeful smell of peaceful summer neighborhoods

THE MONKEY’S WEDDING
PROMPT #10
write a poem that starts from a regional phrase, particularly one to describe a weather phenomenon.
ConnectHook Apr 2019
♠ ♣ ♥ ♦

Define Black Light:

Turn on the Black Right

to disperse the White Left

as they turn on their own

(that not-too-bright left)

until, bereft of light

they are left without fight,

lost in their own night.

Intensify that white rift

to get the right lift.

Unite the Light Right

with the Dark Right

to make the light bright;

or we will all be left

in a dark night.

It’s OK

to be RIGHT.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmuFIM4meXg
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