By All That is Holey and Swiss

Vir et arma mihi cantanda erunt, sed o musae, caseum hoc est bonum!

–Marciel Atopodmas,  Quid Caseus Desiderium Tuum Est?

By all that is holey and swiss

 

Oh have we lost our whey

censured as cheddar charged

cheese blued into the fray

string ascended, feta barged


Deranged thoughts fired fly

as chutes provolone puffs drift  

yet thoughts interjected vie

thus poofs err down swift


With this cerebral hall assailed

Neurons electric rage with ire

against tyrant tyros derision veiled

velveeta bathing the ivory spire


Yet the bulbous light doth shine

defying mozzarella balled forth

for within its glow eurekas opine

thus cheese falls rendered dwarf


baybels ascend walls grappled

katanas bared they snack in

but  the waxed ninja are mangled

as the mind’s shifting gears spin


as white sticks glide over

thoughts brave arise

interjections opposing

cogitating the whys


We wanted to speak

letting ideas lofty contend

But the Limburger’s out

now souls tormented wend


But even held in the brie

thoughts aspire, affirming

for hope is only delayed

as the mice, the mice are coming! 

Sleepy Music

With a rhythmic ruse

Doth my gentle muse

my set focus skews

as a poem she cues

 

thus stanzas here ooze

as verses she doth fuse

shaping shiftly the hues

shadows glistening she brews

 

thus when I wish to snooze

with thoughts flowing doth she abuse

her poet dear, sleep she doth excuse

but with discordant verses she imbues

 

So with coffee, ideas will amuse

as a shy vimful lyric accrues

Sleep feints, as rhythms perfuse

thus nightly the fight continues . . .

So Poet Wonder

 

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A fire burned, cauldron fright

A world yearned, raging might

A mind turned, thinking bright

Yet a law spurned, destroying light

 

For it was night, the poet amused

In the darkness, ideas livid enthused

They screamed lunacy, such laws accused

Disconcerted, ideas vivid slept unused

 

Poet lies bemused, haltered arts stay

Vibrant in darkness yet dim during day

Stary, the muse sings , a nightly fay

Guiding her poet, in her lunar sway

 

Thus poet stray, these laws not hold thee

Dive, stroke hard against that strifeful sea

Moon above, create, let worlds witted be

Sleep is for the mourning, so dry that coffee

See, These Ships Sink

These ships are sinking, we must find a shore secure

Sure, these boats have carried us as is known in lore

Yet these husks are rotten, brim ragged of holes

Sending these sculls to depths, drowning all clinging souls

 

So save our souls, in a meaning clear

Amend our ardor, truth without smear

Rescue our reason, rend rectitude right

Salvage our spirit, redeem us from the trite

 

On these waters, we words once meant something

Yet these swells of culture were sadly perverting

So on these oceans of life, new words must sail anew

For under these depths, we must sleep dead, there accrue

Busy by a Bee

Arrested by imbued grandeur’s glands 

As by a buzz I was stung you see

Nerved to rave, weaving strands

worths verbose, all this by a bee


For that fury desired for me

To write in a wry array

That pollen packer set free

That which would stay


Dear Apis aptly, stare 

See melius melior be

Yet for chap’s sake fair

Leave me instigation free


Distracted

Heavy I sit

or sadly I sat 

for still I stayed

if not flit a gnat


Wind breathed

that inspired goad

bit a cow musing

who a cart towed


Full of mind pondering

heavy the wagon sat

but maddened milker stricken

wheels churned, mud begat


now notion in motion

did vivid verses travail

for that bully charged

leading a wit frail


distracted, the cart drawn

stanzas did forth go

even in lunacy’s yawn

a poem livid did glow


Heifer heaved, heaviness hidden

for here wry runes and rime run

wills witted write unbidden

thus punctually a poesy is spun