I guess you couldn't use pungent, wrong "g". Have you ever heard the songs of Tom Lehrer? He does some crazy rhymes, cheats all the time, a very funny guy, slightly bonkers.
When you attend a funeral,
It is sad to think that sooner or
Later those you love will do the same for you.
And you may have thought it tragic,
Not to mention other adjec-
Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do.
But don't you worry.
No more ashes, no more sackcloth.
And an armband made of black cloth
Will some day never more adorn a sleeve.
For if the bomb that drops on you
Gets your friends and neighbors too,
There'll be nobody left behind to grieve.
And we will all go together when we go.
What a comforting fact that is to know.
Universal bereavement,
An inspiring achievement,
Yes, we all will go together when we go.
We will all go together when we go.
All suffuse with an incandescent glow.
No one will have the endurance
To collect on his insurance,
Lloyd's of london will be loaded when they go.
Oh we will all fry together when we fry.
We'll be french fried potatoes by and by.
There will be no more misery
When the world is our rotisserie,
Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.
Down by the old maelstrom,
There'll be a storm before the calm.
And we will all bake together when we bake.
There'll be nobody present at the wake.
With complete participation
In that grand incineration,
Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.
Oh we will all char together when we char.
And let there be no moaning of the bar.
Just sing out a te deum
When you see that i.c.b.m.,
And the party will be "come as you are."
Oh we will all burn together when we burn.
There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn.
When it's time for the fallout
And saint peter calls us all out,
We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn.
You will all go directly to your respective valhallas.
Go directly, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dolla's.
Stunning all round. The sonnet - what can I say. A hard form at the best of times to make sound natural and flowing, and you just breeze through it, and it feels effortless (I know it isn't though - and it takes a lot of effort to appear so effortless). The haiku are excellent as well. Really wonderful handling of the form. Warms the heart!
The touch of love, a scent of love unseen. Beautiful poetry.
Thank you very much!
A very strong sonnet, packed with images, cool rhymes, very rich.
Thanks so much, Wes! It was a treat to find myself rhyming "unguent"... ;-)
I guess you couldn't use pungent, wrong "g". Have you ever heard the songs of Tom Lehrer? He does some crazy rhymes, cheats all the time, a very funny guy, slightly bonkers.
When you attend a funeral,
It is sad to think that sooner or
Later those you love will do the same for you.
And you may have thought it tragic,
Not to mention other adjec-
Tives, to think of all the weeping they will do.
But don't you worry.
No more ashes, no more sackcloth.
And an armband made of black cloth
Will some day never more adorn a sleeve.
For if the bomb that drops on you
Gets your friends and neighbors too,
There'll be nobody left behind to grieve.
And we will all go together when we go.
What a comforting fact that is to know.
Universal bereavement,
An inspiring achievement,
Yes, we all will go together when we go.
We will all go together when we go.
All suffuse with an incandescent glow.
No one will have the endurance
To collect on his insurance,
Lloyd's of london will be loaded when they go.
Oh we will all fry together when we fry.
We'll be french fried potatoes by and by.
There will be no more misery
When the world is our rotisserie,
Yes, we will all fry together when we fry.
Down by the old maelstrom,
There'll be a storm before the calm.
And we will all bake together when we bake.
There'll be nobody present at the wake.
With complete participation
In that grand incineration,
Nearly three billion hunks of well-done steak.
Oh we will all char together when we char.
And let there be no moaning of the bar.
Just sing out a te deum
When you see that i.c.b.m.,
And the party will be "come as you are."
Oh we will all burn together when we burn.
There'll be no need to stand and wait your turn.
When it's time for the fallout
And saint peter calls us all out,
We'll just drop our agendas and adjourn.
You will all go directly to your respective valhallas.
Go directly, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dolla's.
And we will all go together when we go.
Ev'ry hottenhot and ev'ry eskimo.
When the air becomes uranious,
And we will all go simultaneous.
Yes we all will go together
When we all go together,
Yes we all will go together when we go.
"Crickets are blooming" 💛🌿
Rain makes everything bloom!
Exactly! ;-) And in the desert some creatures time their entire lives by the rainfall. The spadefoot toad is the one that comes to mind--fascinating!
after nightfall the toad tests
a new tenor voice - lovely!
Very glad you liked that--I was intrigued by suddenly hearing the first toad of the year after such a light rainfall!
I heard it in your poem. It was beautiful.
Thank you! :)
Stunning all round. The sonnet - what can I say. A hard form at the best of times to make sound natural and flowing, and you just breeze through it, and it feels effortless (I know it isn't though - and it takes a lot of effort to appear so effortless). The haiku are excellent as well. Really wonderful handling of the form. Warms the heart!
Beautiful! This especially flows with power:
"When ancient mountains stood
And blessed all things, a sanctity was sent
Into the veins of living wood"