Apotheosis: Prometheus Re-BoundI thought I saw each day flow by,
from final rest to birthing cry:
the total sum of deeds undone
are bleached beneath the blazing sun
and offered up to passers-by.
The crows will claw, the seagulls cry,
the terns will carry tidbits high,
the pterodactyls catch and run
I thought I saw.
But vivisect or vivify,
the price will never be as high
as back when I had purchased one
brand-new, and clearly underdone;
to Zeus in gratitude, I'll testify:
"I thought I saw."
Massacre of the InnocenceGeorgie Porgie threw an orgyMassacre of the Innocence5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just outside L.A.,
where Jack Be Nimble grabbed his thimble,
outing him as gay...
Little Jack Horner bought Time Warner
before the bubble burst,
though Jumping Jack Flash saw the crash
and liquidated first...
Jack said Jill was taking the Pill
to ward off impregnation;
the Three Blind Mice have lobbied twice
for victim's compensation...
Little Miss Muffet had her tuffet
and Little Bo Peep married a creep;
lamb chops gave him gout...
Jack Sprat's wife went under the knife
for Lap-Band surgery,
then Third Little Pig struck it big
on reality TV...
Old King Cole's gone on the dole,
exposed as a pretender;
while Wee Wil
Who Cares About...?WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR MISTRESS' EYES?Who Cares About...?8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(A Rebuttal to Shakespeare's Sonnet CXXX)
Why should it matter in the least if her
Lips are coral red or pale pink?
If suntanned breasts are worrying you, sir,
You need your head examined, one would think.
And you honestly believe her cheeks and hair
Detract because they differ from the norm?
I doubt you'd find another who would care;
For as they are, they are indeed well-formed.
As to her breath and voice, I will concede
That reeks and rasps as adjectives fit well;
But Listerine will satisfy her need,
And huskiness in speech, a flaw? Do tell!
You love her, faults and all, or so you've said—
So you love her; now cart her off to bed!
Actinium DreamsY'all have any idea how downright frustrating it is to be the granddaughter of one of the most powerful and celebrated superheroes ever Ulysses Randall Martin, the iconic Mr. Uranium and yet have no special talent of your own?Actinium Dreams2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I mean, it's not like I don't have my own elemental superpower: like almost all of Grandpa's progeny, I do. But how much good is the ability to produce hard-hitting Alpha and destructive Beta rays if you can barely control it and never quite turn it off? At least I'm not as bad off as my son Frankie; I love him to death, but when left alone the poor boy is totally unstable and downright dangerous: the worst possible mix of autism, Alpha rays and ADHD.
And I do at least have my own nemesis, of sorts: the cadre of good ol' boys who call themselves DOTA, whose main ability seems to be workin' together to nullify and trap super-powered elementals. But t'be honest, they don't seem to have anything against me personally; I think they just have a ge
ImaginagerieThe chickens are locked in the closet;Imaginagerie4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the dinosaur's under the bed.
The toad has just jumped from the windowsill
and landed on top of my head.
The ferrets are out planting flowers;
the peacock's new plumage is torn.
The unicorn used my last dishtowel
to polish its glimmering horn.
The reindeer have raided the pantry;
the dolphin won't fit in the tub.
The lemmings ate all of my lemon drops,
then played hide-and-seek with the cub.
The donkey's been braying all morning;
the cheetah's been chasing her tail.
The pony just peed on the welcome mat,
while the kangaroo chewed all my mail.
Oh, for a real-world puppy,
perhaps a kitten or two...
My daydreams are running all wildly,
just like my invisible zoo!
Alzheimer'sHis house is made of crumbling slatsAlzheimer's7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of rotted knotted oak
and weakened joints.
The wind blows unfettered
through unshuttered apertures
dragging fresh sunlight in
and memories away.
Even on the clearest days
he visits the front porch
less and less often.
He prefers to explore
those rooms further in
where tide and time have yet to reach. Sometimes
he might be gone for a week.
And one day, too soon
(not soon enough)
his ramshackle dw
FebruumA bitter chill is carried on the wind:Februum5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
it hasn't anything to do with cold,
but all the same, reminds me how thin-skinned
I am, in terms of being pigeonholed
by those who place more value on themselves
(and all the propaganda they've been told)
than on the truth. Were I the one who delves
into the reasons why, I might unearth
a viscid blend: of fragile sense of selves
exaggerating their own sense of worth,
amalgamated with hypocrisy
and left to stew on High. That such a dearth
of charity and common courtesy
could be directed at my unassum-
ing person, marks a huge discrepancy
between all those I wish I could, and whom
I actually can trust not to betray
my confidence; but do I dare presume
so much? Perhaps I'd better not portray
myself as quite so innocent in this
fiasco, this exquisite disarray:
if I've solicited the Judas kiss,
I'll forfeit all complaints about the pill
I have to swallow; self-analysis
might help me vanquish February's chill.
Nerd Humor(An Open Source Poem)Nerd Humor7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd compiled a REALbasic poem
in which a Python
with a bad Lisp
concocted a Scheme
to swap a dull Ruby
for a shiny new Perl
from the king Cobol
while making Smalltalk
over a cup of Java
before knocking him out with a SNOBOL
My prof gave it a C++
By Fifty,I'll publish or perish;By Fifty,1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
find someone to cherish;
move someplace phenomenal;
display an abdominal
physique to inspire,
which I shall acquire!
. . . Or perhaps, just retire.
Religion Free DVD PlayerAs an avowed atheist, I've always despised overt religious subtext in my movies. So when I ran across a back-alley electronics shop offering "Religion Free DVD Players", I snatched one up faster than a Southern Baptist preacher could call out, "Hallelujah!"Religion Free DVD Player1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Set-up was a breeze, thank Nobody. So the first movie I popped in was one of my favorites, The Wizard of Oz.
Well, by the time the angelic Glinda introduces herself to saintly little Dorothy in front of the Munchkin choir, I was already beginning to suspect that something might be off. And it only got worse, as her ragtag band of pilgrims undergoes their yellow-brick hajj to the Emerald Mosque: complete with the decadent drug-fueled temptation to abandon the journey; the air assault by, and subsequent ritual stoning of, Satan's winged minions; the circling of the Ka'aba while searching for its concealed entrance; the ultimate purification of Evil with a convenient bucket of holy water; the climactic meeti
How to Read Science Fiction"The science-fictional world is not only one different in time or place from our own, but one whose chief interest is precisely the difference that such difference makes."How to Read Science Fiction6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Carl Freedman, Critical Theory and Science Fiction
At its heart, the central tenet of science fiction is the question: "What if?" Despite or perhaps due to its wide-ranging themes, the genre provides the perfect platform for exploring that most fundamental of ideas: the human condition.
The main difference between science fiction and related genres (such as fantasy) is that sci-fi deals with the possible if not always the plausible. But the basics of storytelling remain the same, regardless of category: the author must establish the status quo, introduce the characters, and provide a conflict to be resolved.
The freedom of science fiction is in broadening the author's options, often with the intended goal of highlighting a current social concern (e.g., controvers
100 Words: NestedHe shuts her in a box.100 Words: Nested7 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She is (a flawless white pearl atop a lapis silk cushion (snoring softly beside him after accepting his proposal. Her breasts are (a pair of tuberoses, as lifeless now as they were erect an hour ago. They sway ever so slightly as she breathes, and much more as she rolls onto her side, facing him) the keepers of every promise of their future together: love, lovemaking, children) far more perfect in his memory than in real life. Moreso once she took her half) a rueful distraction, to be set out only on special occasions.
'Happy 12th BirthdAy' NYC devMEET Wrap-Up As part of the "closing ceremonies" for 's 12th birthday week, %ThisIsNYC held another devMEET in midtown Manhattan. And by numerological coincidence, twelve people showed up!'Happy 12th BirthdAy' NYC devMEET Wrap-Up1 year ago in Deviant Events More Like This
The weather was nearly perfect: a tad warm and a bit breezy, but nary a raincloud in sight. Deviants started arriving around 1:30, and we kicked things off at 2 p.m. with 'circle time': we sat under the shade of the Time Warner globe in Columbus Circle, trading journals, sketchbooks and real-life stories.
After about an hour, we decided to move things into Central Park; we headed toward The Rocks, and found a relatively quiet stretch of grass and boulders which we claimed as our own. We then ran three contests:
A found-art challenge, to come up with something involving the number 12; this was won by ~FoxyEevee.
A created-art challenge, combining the themes 'birthday' and 'outdoors'; thi
pale horseWhat if God was a gunfighter, wearing Hispale horse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Navy Colt revolver low on His
hip a'swagger, each bullet a Flood that He promised
He'd never use again. That was then,
but Now, when
He turns His cheek,
Is there a tear running down for the Son
we took from him?
Does He look down on us,
and see a gang of outlaws,
shiftless Sons of Bitches,
fanning the Seven Deadlies
drinking the Seven Deadlies
like hands in a poker game,
like shots of rotgut,
seeing double when He walks in,
and Hell coming with him?
They Ate The Title, TooInternet monstersThey Ate The Title, Too7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Consuming online haiku?
The Cello's LamentThey call me brute.The Cello's Lament2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm permitted to chant,
but they won't let me Sing.
They've confused non-agility for
my belly enfolds the earth;
my throat trills at the stars;
my eyes embrace the cays
of the sea.
I am an omnivore,
yet they will only feed me leaves.
Pillow Talk"Of course I love you,"Pillow Talk7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
he was quick to assure her
Trouser, SnakeA natty pair of trousers came uponTrouser, Snake7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A gracile set of stockings, quite by chance.
"Milady, say the word and I'll begone,
But firstly I must ask if thou wouldst dance."
"Of course, milord; but only if romance
And not a one-time fling dost thou propose."
"Thou hast my promise," acquiesced the pants,
Even as he sidled toward the hose.
In a manner unbefitting gallant clothes
He sought to lay himself upon her silk;
"Stop, cad!" she cried, "So thou'rt one of those!
My mother said to watch out for thy ilk."
Much wiser heads have voiced it best and first:
Those Worsted wools have always been the worst.
CatsCats2 years ago in Free Fella More Like This
I think there may be nothing that
Is quite so lovely as a cat.
A cat whose hungry head is pressed
And purring loud against my breast;
A cat which slumbers all the day,
And claws you when it's time to play;
A cat which will in summer chase
A nest of robins 'round the place;
Upon whose bosom fur has lain;
Whose territory none may claim.
Pomes are writ by fools like that,
But only Darwin makes a cat.
Shining MonsterThis morning I awakened in my room,Shining Monster2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and sighed and wondered, "Where is all the fun?"
The birds were silent, flowers wouldn't bloom;
the wind and rain had frightened off the sun.
But lying on the dresser by my bed,
a magic package sat atop my socks:
"A gift for you!" the note beside it read,
so carefully I opened up the box.
Out popped a golden marble, just as bright
and warm as any summer sun I'd felt!
And as the happy creature danced in flight,
my dreary winter blues began to melt.
The message that this shining monster brings:
the summer's joy arrives on winter's wings!
Six-Syllable LifeI'd read;Six-Syllable Life2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
. . . Or Go Away.Have you espied the glory of the coming of the Lord,. . . Or Go Away.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or witnessed the Pacific from a peak in Darién?
If failing hands threw you a torch, would you have held it high,
And built your house beside the road, to be a friend to men?
Can you still hear the Sea of Faith's melancholy roar,
Or the sleeve-worn silence of the casement ledge's stone?
How eager will you be to walk the road less traveled-by,
And bathe in the Euphrates, or call stout New Orleans home?
Then write it down . . .
My Friend NatalieJoey led Cassandra down the stairs blindfolded, guiding her carefully down each and every step to make sure she didn't trip. He'd spent all day cleaning the house so that, unlike most days, the floor wasn't covered in his stepdaughter's toys. (Well, she would be his stepdaughter, if tonight went well.)My Friend Natalie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you sure I'm not about to step on a pony, Joey? I could've sworn there was a pony on these stairs last night." Cassandra had spent most of the day in bed and didn't entirely believe Joey when he told her that the house was clean and tidy.
"I'm sure, babe. You'll be fine. Trust me." He laughed as he said it, which didn't entirely help in getting her to believe him. "Just one more step down and we're done with the stairs. We're nearly there now."
"Okay. I trust you. Honest." She didn't sound it, but the excitement of knowing there was a surprise waiting for her set her off giggling as well.
"And then we just come round here, and round the corner and," He stopped her at the door