#napowrimo2025
NIGRA SUM SED FORMOSA
*The queen of the South will rise up in the judgment with this generation and condemn it,
for she came from the ends of the earth to hear the wisdom of Solomon;
and indeed a greater than Solomon is here.*
Matthew 12:42
She materializes
from ancient Marib and the Horn of Africa
to fulfill final prophecy:
Upping the ante of Solomon’s triple six
Erythrean Makkeda/Balkis appears, manifests, descends
sweeps in amidst clouds of frankincense:
immaculate golden sandstorm
crossing over our threshold
having passed through Arabia
in her palanquin;
with retinue of camels and courtiers
spices and incense
invading, bursting into the Baroque,
King George II freaks out:
how to handle her—
arriving unannounced
in England in 1749 . . .
But Sheba is beatific
under a towering white wig,
enveloped in silk brocade;
Lutheran angels uphold her trailing gown…
Handel, inspired, knows what to do.
Saba: We come to the seventh day
we enter her rest—
a greater than Solomon has arrived.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
Rumors of White Supremacy.
In that row, your column’s number…
Coining new terms in secrecy:
“Boing” (boring minus R) is dumber.
Coiled, then boing like a prompted spring,
Primitive poetic action;
Apes with crayons, coloring;
Hooting in dissatisfaction.
Leaves leave a taste like baseless fears,
Primitive prompts in lyric night.
BOING ! The Jack-in-the-Box appears—
Laughing at your illiberal fright…
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 1:00 PM UTC
It sounded good at first but went too far, their mad confusion.
Now deviants wave flags and shriek. We hear only delusion.
Social justice meets mental illness; a blind date in the street;
Mix and recombine to make a flamingly bad confusion.
These violent clowns could burn it all down and STILL they'd be enraged
As smoke clears on the rubble of their sad confusion.
The worst of all assume they had a monopoly on Progress
But the malevolent misfits only ever had confusion...
Perversity hailed as diversity, victimhood applauded;
Nations subverted and brought to a sad conclusion.
To Weimar, San Francisco, Babylon and Tel Aviv
We could certainly, at this point, make unveiled allusion...
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
That Japanese thing about ants:
Yoko Ono (but worse) at first glance,
Is an improvisation
Producing frustration
In readers, when given a chance…
I was hoping to find a bit more
In Sawako’s ridiculous Score;
But her total is zero,
This scribbling hero—
Her poem was truly a bore.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
A sign is planted bravely on your grass
Informing those of us who live as brutes
That tolerance abounds within your class
And that we don’t possess your virtuous fruits.
But whether you proclaim by sign or flag
Or misbegotten sticker on your car,
We note you fail to notice that you brag;
And make yourself a moral commissar.
Pride is prideful—all arrogance conceit.
Projecting your neurosis has grown old . . .
We laugh at you, not with you. Your deceit,
Ungrasped by you, is easy to behold.
The barren tree you planted in your pride
Informs the world you’ve failed to take God’s side.
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
As the second hand slips
When you’re coming to grips
In a thrilling ecstatic last gasp,
The spasms are treasured,
The nerve-endings pleasured—
An easy, yet hard thing to grasp.
If only the wife
Could surpass this in life;
Transcending mere conjugal motion:
This private emergency;
Slippery urgency,
Panting in private devotion.
On the hot stroke of one
It’s a second to none
Passing minutes on high alert.
When all prudery ceases,
The tension releases:
Alone, as you ready to—
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 1:36 PM UTC