One Question

You wear a Trump hat, but you look like us.
I have one question. From your point of view
(without attempting to create a fuss),
do you think Trump is brainier than you?

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Ego Work

Admitting that I’m cocky, well assured.
and fairly able to self-comprehend,
I’d have to be affected and absurd
to take offense at rudeness, or defend
my any quality from careless word
or stupid gesture, even from a friend.
It’s egotistical to take, in fact,
an asshole comment as an aimed attack.

(Huitain)

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Recollection Reservation

I used to reminisce about the way
my father taught me car mechanics – gears,
controlling skids and double-clutching, play
with points, Bernoulli’s work. First born, three years
before the son, I stopped those tales today.
From talking with my brother, it appears
he treasures memories of father-son
at work on cars. I’ll let him have this one.

(Ottava Rima)

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Prompts (Delayed Rejoinders)

You’ve been the target of offensive speech,
or someone criticized you without cause,
or yelled from where your volley cannot reach
and made you sore, but broke no stated laws.
You crafted a reply, but not in time
to let it fly. You had to tote it home
in mind. But you can breathe it into rhyme –
just make it inspiration for a poem.

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Soap Operas

Her friend took half a year to die, but first
together they watched soaps on her TV.
And after, she continued watching, versed
in plot and from a solidarity
of sorts. She taped and screened them after she
returned from work. Her sister mocked her taste
for gossip, scandal, budget paucity,
though screening during evening’s no time waste…

(Huitain)

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The Blacker Sheep

I bought her bad PR myself. I deemed
I was the oddity in family.
Though she rebutted “weird,” I flounced and screamed
my attitudes of nonconformity.
Original but fit, I never dreamed
it was herself who differed. Only she
disfavored jokes and exercise and song.
I wasn’t cuckoo-dropped. I had that wrong.

(Ottava Rima)

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Good Reading

So finally I got my girl to read
the first and perfect novel in our tongue.
She’s still enough to get it now – her need
for flash and shock-and-awe has sunk among
the care for kids and health and age’s bleed.
Appreciating wit and words well-strung,
she’s now exposed to how good work can be,
and (dare I think?) she’s understanding me.

(Ottava Rima)

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Compatibility

There is no common enemy between
a grandparent and children of a child.
The middle generation isn’t mean,
and Grandma may show other moods than mild.
It’s more that old and young are not beguiled
by job demands, by income’s heavy ask.
We both know how to nap. We’re reconciled
in finding, and we neither multi-task.

(Huitain)

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Pragmatics

Be kind to others, counselors advised.
What goes around will come around – you’ll see.
I tried and failed a lot (for I despised
how peers appeared). It didn’t work for me,
until I learned the clue to self-esteem.
Discovering I needed to be proud
tomorrow, of myself, each choice I deem
a chance, so only courtesy’s allowed.

And though sometimes somebody did me wrong,
I soon learned I’m too lazy to hit back.
I’d rather not engage my brain in strong
response or hunt for who might next attack.
The best revenge is living well, indeed –
pragmatic selfishness became my creed.

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My Super Power

When I was young, a trip to Disneyland
amounted to the ultimate in fun.
Attractions were so perfect I would stand
in awe of line control – how everyone
seemed patient and the wait for rides not tough.
They kept us moving and we felt amused.
I marveled how they organized such stuff –
the best manipulation is excused?

And maybe that was training of a sort,
for ever since I sense the least attempt
to make me want, direct my thought or thwart
my weirdness. Somehow I was formed exempt
from advertising selling what or how…
immune to algorithms even now.

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