Poet Shmoet

I am not a poet, but I love to play with language. Here are two poems I wrote a few years ago. These poems appeal to those who have a burning desire to poke fun of poetry, but until now, weren’t sure how to go about it.

Poet, Shmoet

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Nonsense spoken here,

sayeth the sign upon the door.

Tis the pretense to make sense

in all of this that I abhor.

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Poet, shmoet, wrotit, stowit,

lest the critics wrench the meaning,

from each and every stanza

with their search for double meaning.

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Words, shmerds, purrs, slurs.

The poisoned pens belabor,

and scratch along the wild white space

where ink becomes a saber.

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I leave you now with just one thought,

while wading thru Macbeth,

have I flown on poet’s wings

or have I merely babbeleth?


The Muse and the Cat

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The muse and the cat snoozed,

while I chewed my pen

and clawed at my scalp.

White space,

threatened

chasms of white.

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But the cat awoke and stretched

and he licked his lips

and planted circular paws on white space-

animated

conquered white.

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