December 10

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Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History

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Well it has happened once again

behaved as I want and you found fault

women and men all a threat to you

rarely is joy in ample supply

make any choice for me an assault

History repeats, it’s deja vu

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(A Bumper Sticker Poem)

Bumper Sticker Poems – a form I created, inspired by cento and golden shovel poetry, with the following guidelines:

  • Using a bumper sticker as inspiration use the words in the bumper sticker as the first word in each line of the poem
  • The theme of the poem may or may not have anything to do with the message of the sticker
  • Title should be the words of the bumper sticker
  • Should be rhymed
  • 9 syllable lines
  • Number of lines depends on number of words on the bumper sticker

September 21

Reactor Reaction

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If I heard this siren on a time and day

Other than 2pm on the month’s first Monday

Would my flight or fight or curiosity kick in?

How will I move in a world approaching ruin?

Will I head away from troubled curved cooling towers

Sharing the car filled with furred, feathered, and handsome on a road trip for hours?

Do we hole up in the basement with the camp stove, well water and canned goods

Protected by cinder block walls, clay soils and doors of wood.

Or does the suction of the fridge door opening proceed the crack of a couple beer cans and the creak of the deck chairs

Flair and glare reflecting in aviators, life somewhere between psychedelic dream and nightmare.

To some this may seem devil-may-care

(Curiosity wins again)

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(An Azby Poem)

July 10, 2018

Religion

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Marbled sunset is my stained glass

I have faith in the sassafras

my parish is the biomass

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to the orthodoxy of nature I am beholden

humbled by the buzzing bee in the sunflower golden

the feisty spirit of the small chipmunk does embolden

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Eternity I find

in rocky shore line

and how stars align

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Nature’s dogma guides

her rules I abide

through each moon and tide

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Scripture in leaf veins

bright bird song ordains

cathedral in rains

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(A Christ-in-a-rhyme Poem)