There’s nothing like getting obsessed over writing these paired and rhymed couplets. It’s a great way to learn about exact rhymes. My over-the-top enthusiasm is a bit scary for Jack Foley. He keeps shaking his hands: Stop! Stop! Quality, please.
Well, just a few more, for the Sacred Grounds poets:
Laurie Hampton prints a poem
more stylish than a Russian goem
“Justice” is she
Say, can you see?
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Bill Mercer dips his brushes
to make smudges and rushes
Buddha by the bayou
cooks red bean and rice for you
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Don Brennan
fires a cannon
aims at the Empire
stakes it like a vampire
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From Sacramento comes Kellyann Conway
with her GPS there’s only one-way
to Sacred Grounds she goes
on her tippy toes
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Greg Pond
calm as a frond
takes you into darkness
exposes interior starkness
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Deirdre Evan’s crypt
is plainly in her script
She is Mother Goose
who has since run loose
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Christopher Trian gives you a head
in paint, without the lead
He’s tall as a tower
and boy, his voice is power
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Carlos Ramirez dances
goes into trances
time is lost
in the frost
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Owen Dunkel writes
the metaphor of kites
high flying are they
before diving into the bay
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Buford Buntin has a story
that has nothing to do with fiori
he gives a helping hand
to a fallen kid in the sand
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Foley starts the clerihews
When Hsu attempts they lose their hues
He begs her to stop
before the verses go flop
Clara cooks up perfect stews
Clara cooks up clerihews
I say, “Try.” She won’t refuse.
Now she’s the Muse of clerihews
Clara, it’s a mystery without a clue
Clara, why some rhymes won’t alway fit the shoe
— I mean the ear; the word looks the right size
yet the sound turns left; nyet your playful wink tells all by eye.