April’s Blooms May Please

 

Thank you everyone who visited ConnectHook this past month.

Here are my poems posted for April,
National Poetry Writing Month 2018:

1.  Spring Salvo
2. Big League Hollyweird
3.
S-Pop Bubble & Gonzopalooza
4. Counterculture Recounted
5. Litany of Limerick
6. What—Me Worry ?
7. Pyramid Schemes & Poetry Relief #2
8. Hair Poem: Latin Roots
9. Cutting Nutmeg
10. Name of a City
11. Combustability
12. Pastoral Lays and Arcadian Cantos
13. Intergalactic Hookup
14. Fading at the Jaded Gate
15. Inscrutable: Any Reef & Stall
16. Rate or Berate the Pastorate
17. Fearful Cling Rap
18. New Children’s Lit Goes Out
19. Hail the Multi-Culti Matriarch
20. Bend THIS
21. Boomtowns Gone Bust
22. Abomination of Revelation
23. Nanny Nanny Boo Boo
24. Rubble: Thou Fool
25.
Sinner Cities
26. Skin in the Game & Synesthetics
27. Auspicious Hexagram
28. Postcard from Gulag #669A & Go Slogan
29. Made to Milk It
30. Sacrificial Limerick


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Sacrificial Limerick

There was a cold limerick one time
whose rick was removed from its lime.
While not quite a Lime Ricky,
its flavor was tricky
and sacrificed taste to the rhyme.

Last day of April:
poetry was flowing like wine—
but I prefer beer . . .

 

Postcard from Island Gulag #669A

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Hi all !

Having a great time here in post-modern poetry.
We’ve been on the island since Sylvia Plath croaked in ’63.
It’s been a bit smoggy and verbose   incoherent   gratuitously cryptic, but the prison-guards are super-nice and they let us write Haiku once in a while. There’s this MFA creative-writing place just up the road from the gulag, it’s really charming. They publish a chapbook that 4 people on the island read. They also host workshops, like How to Find Your Authentic Voice and Pushing Language Beyond the Boundaries. Last night we saw some non-identity-politics-driven verse in the nearby wilderness reserve. It had beautiful plumage and made totally weird sounds. (Hey Dylan, you’re remembering to feed my muse, right? Don’t let her out after 5 since she might stay out all night. She does NOT like the free-verse abstract work. Feed her the structured message-oriented stuff to the right of the literary-elite class. Thanks ☺ ) Anyway, we’re trapped on this island so if you find someway to get us off, do your best.
PLEEZ tell the editorial prison-guards that we are working on our English Lit degrees. And send the Maya Angelou and Adrienne Rich books soon !!!!!

Love,
Rita Dove’s Bookshelf

PROMPT:   draft a prose poem
in the form/style of a postcard