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?
*
Bill Mercer dips his brushes
to make smudges and rushes
Buddha by the bayou
cooks red bean and rice for you
*
Don Brennan
fires a cannon
aims at the Empire
stakes it like a vampire
*
From Sacramento comes Kellyann Conway
with her GPS there’s only one-way
to Sacred Grounds she goes
on her tippy toes
*
Greg Pond
calm as a frond
takes you into darkness
exposes interior starkness
*
Deirdre Evan’s crypt
is plainly in her script
She is Mother Goose
who has since run loose
*
Christopher Trian gives you a head
in paint, without the lead
He’s tall as a tower
and boy, his voice is power
*
Carlos Ramirez dances
goes into trances
time is lost
in the frost
*
Owen Dunkel writes
the metaphor of kites
high flying are they
before diving into the bay
*
Buford Buntin has a story
that has nothing to do with fiori
he gives a helping hand
to a fallen kid in the sand
*
Foley starts the clerihews
When Hsu attempts they lose their hues
He begs her to stop
before the verses go flop
