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<copyright>Copyright 2012 by Jay J.P. Scott</copyright>

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<title>Susan Lynn Elliott</title>
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<![CDATA[Mumbledy jumbledy,<br/>
Susan Lynn Elliott<br/>
Lives on a diet of<br/>
Chocolate and tea,<br/>
<br/>
Thereby refuting her<br/>
Antireductionist<br/>
Views on the nature of<br/>
People and me.]]>
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<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2012 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Creation Myth</title>
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<![CDATA[In the world’s first night the earth lay down.<br/>
In the first light it stood again.<br/>
Now smoke strides daily above the town<br/>
And if a spark strikes, then<br/>
Take it as you must<br/>
And in a gust of days<br/>
Raise a blaze of dust<br/>
To a dusty day.]]>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>The Bailiwick’s Barnacle Bake</title>
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<![CDATA[Barnacles bound from the harrowing sound<br/>
Of the Bailiwick’s Barnacle Bake.<br/>
They run to the sea and they call as they flee,<br/>
“We will hide in the great salt lake!”<br/>
<br/>
The guests at the fest had ingested the rest<br/>
Of unescaped barnaclekind,<br/>
So the Bailiwick’s hands were out searching the lands<br/>
To find out the things they could find.<br/>
<br/>
The barnacles looked, but the ocean was cooked<br/>
And had run far away from the sands.<br/>
They went back to partake of the Barnacle Bake,<br/>
Avoiding the Bailiwick’s hands.]]>
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<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Ask Not For Whom the Thunder Rolls</title>
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<![CDATA[The horror crawls in toddlers’ scrawls<br/>
And oozes through the pores of lovers;<br/>
The dark rot bleeds into desperate needs<br/>
That Alzheimer’s undiscovers.<br/>
Roll, thunder, roll, boom like the heartstrings failing,<br/>
And mumble, mortals, mumble, quailing, quailing, quailing.]]>
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<pubDate>Tue, 27 Dec 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>New Formalist Manifesto, First Draft</title>
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<![CDATA[We are neoformalists,<br/>
Totally monotonous.<br/>
We read a book on how to scan<br/>
In the prehistoric time,<br/>
Programmed our computers and<br/>
Checked the answers line by line.<br/>
We are so creative, man.<br/>
You know because we used a rhyme.<br/>
Totally monotonous,<br/>
We are neoformalists.]]>
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<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>New Formalist Manifesto, Second Draft</title>
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<![CDATA[A delicate rhythm befits the informal age.<br/>
We thin our iambs with numerous anapests.<br/>
No strong stresses must taint the ironic tone.<br/>
Oh, and I almost forgot—we write no end-<br/>
stopped lines, not without special dis-<br/>
pensation. Also—what the hell, forget it!<br/>
Everyone thinks it’s free verse anyhow.]]>
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<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Ogden Nash</title>
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<![CDATA[I would like to turn everyone’s attention to a writer who, unlike many others, continued to swim after making his splash,<br/>
Namely, the lighter-than-water Ogden Nash,<br/>
A verse humorist whose primary compositional principle<br/>
Is to stubbornly remain the exact opposite of inwincible,<br/>
And whose general working method is to mix up long and short lines in a way so maddening and so funny that in the end you have to conclude that he’s a genius or a whiz,<br/>
Which he is.<br/>
But that’s not the funniest part, the funniest part is when his wife says, Oggie dear, and he says, yes what is it my darlingest pollywoggy,<br/>
And she says, Oh, nothing, I just wanted to find out what you would say when I called you Oggie.]]>
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<pubDate>Sat, 02 Apr 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Tunisia Revolution</title>
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<![CDATA[tell a tale of ten-pins<br/>
catcher in the rye<br/>
four and twenty sirens<br/>
singing to the sky<br/>
<br/>
when the song is over<br/>
the sky begins to fall<br/>
and down comes chicken little<br/>
vigilance and all]]>
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<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>Be Not the First</title>
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<![CDATA[Be not the first by whom the new is tried:<br/>
<br/>
<b>A.</b> Wait until it’s fully cut-and-dried.<br/>
<b>B.</b> Hold off till you’re sure that no one died.<br/>
<b>C.</b> But claim you were and write the field guide.<br/>
<b>D.</b> We can all try at once and not collide.]]>
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<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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<title>xuncutspi</title>
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<![CDATA[le xuncutcpi su’o slaka<br/>
fo le spidja canai pleji<br/>
.i gauku fi le tego’i cmene<br/>
lei rijno ze’u vreji]]>
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<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate>
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