‘Twas The Morning of Christmas

‘Twas the morning of Christmas, and all through the House
Establishment was scrambling, from Mouse to Louse;
Sock puppets were strung out and heavy with care
In hopes that reprieve from #Trump soon would be there

Partisans wrestled between smugness and dread
While visions of Donald Trump tortured each head;
Via San Bernardino, aboard Air Force One
Obama was on a Hawaiian vacation

Back at the White House arose such a clatter,
Secret Service sprang to see what was the matter
Away to the lawn, Men in Black flew like flashers,
‘Twas a banner year for White House Gate Crashers

The dawn on the tips of the newly-placed spikes
Seemed as friendly and harmless as Facebook Likes;
When what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a limousine sleigh, and eight natty reindeer

With besuited driver, so lively on the stump
They knew in an instant it must be St. Trump;
More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came
With bravado and volume, he called them by name:

To the Oval Office, from The Desk to The Wall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!”

As premiums that after wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with disaster, mount to the sky
So up to the house-top, the coursers they flew
With a sleigh full of goys and #DonaldTrump too

And then in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each well-shod hoof;
As they holstered their guns and were turning around,
Into the White House came Trump with a bound

Well dressed and pressed, from his head to his loafers,
His clothes were all tailored, and so were his gofers
A bundle of Wedge Issues slung on Trump’s back,
Irreconcilables bulging his sack

His eyes, how they twinkled! His eyebrows, how hairy!
His cheeks were like apples, his lips like a raspberry!
His droll little mouth was drawn down in lament
His clean-shaven chin led, as hard as cement

He smoked not nor drank, his teeth they did glow
Trump’s comb-over circled his head like a halo
He had a YUGE presence but not a big belly,
In fiction and rhyme appeals jiggling like jelly

Uber-fit for his age, one confident Hopeful
They laughed when they saw him, tho he was boastful;
A wink of his eye plus the State of the Union
Soon gave them to know that Trump was not poison

He talked and he talked, but he worked non-stop too
He rattled every cage in the Washington zoo
Laying middle finger aside of his nose,
Giving a nod, up national polls he rose

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave thumbs-up
And away they all flew, like stars after sun-up
But they heard #Trump exclaim, ere he drove out of sight:

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Message in bottle echoed from abyss:
Never never never quit says Winston.
Failure on occasion dashing premise,
Review the situation says Fagan.
Alternatives overrun by Mainstream
Startups happily subsumed by Wall Street
Too Big To Fail, the American Dream
Business as usual, rinse and repeat.
With kinder gentler cruelty inhuman,
Faster rats in smaller packs hunt for yield
Manmade cyclical passive-aggression
Ridiculing a level playing field.
‘To be or not to be’, timeless puzzler
Long before Shakespeare, and after Tumblr.

NaPoWriMo 2014, 29

Ships passing in the night
The geese fly east on Thursday
Honking in the wind, V-formation silhouetted

Against the cooling sky
Conviction of Columbus, accidental as America
Go west young man
Ever upward
We live, we die
The sweet smell of success
Mirror Mirror, who’s the fastest rat of all?
Forgive and forget
Mo’ betta Mo, fo’ sho
Behold the repeating pattern, again
Emotional investments
Fair-weather fowl flee foul-weather feasts
C’est la vie
The bell tolls for thee and me
Chickens coming home to roost


Day 29

…The prompt is called the “Twenty Little Poetry Projects,” and was originally developed by Jim Simmerman. And here are the twenty little projects themselves — the challenge is to use them all in one poem:

1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
10. Use a piece of talk you’ve actually heard (preferably in dialect and/or which you don’t understand).
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction: “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun) . . .”
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse its usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he or she could not do in “real life.”
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a non-human object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.

NaPoWriMo 2014, 28

Aleppo, BBC
Barrel bombs are crude devices
Oil drums and large bottles
Packed with explosives and metal
Aerial bombardment
Indiscriminate, inaccurate
City living in danger and fear
Shabby imitation of its former self
Missing ceilings, razed buildings
Tangle of rubble and cables and dust
Charred buses shield against sniper scopes
Piles of rubble where homes used to stand
Thousands maimed or killed
Consumed by grief and shock
Rescue teams with little training and limited equipment
Grim dangerous labor of love
‘Our humanity urges us to do this job,
to save people from under the rubble
and take them to hospital’
No signs of an end to this war
Defenseless in the face of incessant attacks
Caught between two sides fighting to the bitter end
Deprivation and despair
Flee or fight, hide or die
It isn’t a life, afraid of shells falling day or night
‘I have nowhere to go’
‘I am so scared’
Little hope of relief or respite
UN Security Council Resolution
Violations Documentation Center
Indifference of the outside world


Day 28

…find a news article, and to write a poem using (mostly, if not only) words from the article…


NaPoWriMo 2014, 27


Sidewalks diverged in a neighborhood,
And relieved I need not travel both
And being one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it turned at the overgrowth;

Then took the one less bleak and bare,
As having perhaps the better claim
Because its snow did footprints wear;
Though as for that the pastimes there
Had worn them down about the same,

Unequally plowed that day they lay
One’s deep snow no boots had packed
I’ll save trailblazing for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
How people say ‘You can never go back’,

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Sidewalks diverged in a ‘hood, and I—
I took the one more traveled by
And questioned the choice ever since.


Day 27

…Our early-bird prompt this year (on March 31) was an ekphrastic poem. This is something similar — a poem written from a photograph. There are four below, one of which I hope will catch your fancy…


NaPoWriMo 2014, 26

What color is the badge for compliance
Neither fighting battles nor stopping war
Only bearing witness and footing bills?
With punishment attending defiance
Safe sensible beige, colorless color
Mental disquiet quietened by pills.

Death and destruction, wealth and corruption
Back-breaking debt will progeny outrage
Returns on investment, job creation
Duct tape, red tape and badges of courage
Perpetual War


Day 26

…curtal sonnet is shorter than the normal, fourteen line sonnet. Instead it has a first stanza of six lines, followed by a second stanza of four, and then closes with a half-line…give the curtal sonnet a whirl…


NaPoWriMo 2014, 25

‘If I knew then what I know now’
Mind’s abiding torment
If I could do it over, differently
Heart’s ongoing anguish
If I knew then what I know now
I would do things differently.

Puny, fragile, mortal people
‘So soon old and so late wise’
Honest mistakes, heartfelt regret
Not correctable, fixed unfixed
Garishly permanent amid continuous change
Mortality looming.

If we knew then what we know now,
Vietnam would be different
       like Iraq and Afghanistan
Iran/Contra would be different
       like Fast and Furious
The Savings and Loan Crisis would be different
       like the Financial Crisis
The Dot Com bubble would be different
       like the housing bubble
The War on Drugs would be different
       like the War on Terror
The War on Poverty would be different
       or not, SNAP!

History repeats and repeats
            And repeats
                   And repeats
                          And repeats
                                 And repeats
‘I would give my eye teeth’
‘I would give my right arm’
‘I would give everything I have’
‘I would give anything’.

Sorry Charlie, no can do
Not even devil’s deal for you
Macro, yes but micro, no
En masse must Sorry Charlies row
For good of team and later players
Not egocentric notions of fair.

Sorry Charlies sing in chorus ‘No way Jose’
Misery loves company, the course we will stay
And we will never forget.

Day 25

Anaphora is a literary term for the practice of repeating certain words or phrases at the beginning of multiple clauses or, in the case of a poem, multiple lines…


NaPoWriMo 2014, 24

Custom House
solid granite, dove-grey
fireproof, conquerable
bulwark against slave trade
adorned with tobacco leaves.

Sailors and slaves
paupers and knaves
boys with sticks
ladies with tricks
if riverfront bricks could speak
they’d weep.

IMG_1546One orphan wall remains
brick the color of old scabs
white and flaky at the edges
withstanding wars but not progress
hope and ivy springing eternally.


Day 24

…write a poem that features walls, bricks, stones, arches, or the like…


NaPoWriMo 2014, 23

Treaspasóir                                                                Trespasser 
by Colette Nic Aodha                                                 (homophonic)

tú imithe le seachtain                                                you imitate the ocean
d’gháire fós mo thionlacan                                     dangling emotion
ba mhian liom éalú                                                     beneath elegant moonlight

ó d’íomhá atá do mo leanúint                                oh don’t laugh at my yearning
uair a eiríonn an ghrian                                             you are air and ground
go luíonn sí arís                                                             going yon and staying still

is níos deanaí fós                                                          the nights are dear
is mé ag glanadh suas                                                my days grander still
tar éis lá oibre                                                                 at last the whole

tú mar a bheadh néal carnach                                 you are breath on glass
ós mo chionn                                                                   ache in heart
tuigim go mbeidh sé amhlaidh                                gone to be all to another

go dtiocfaidh tréigean do chomactais.                 go to hell taking me everyplace


gone a week,
your laugh is still my escort,
though I’d rather escape

your image, following me
from the moment the sun rises
till it lies down again

and later still
as I pick up
after a day’s work

you are like a grey cloud
collecting above me –
I know it will be thus –

until you betray our liaison.


Conair an Cheoil
(Music’s Path)
by Gabriel Rosenstock

…Nuair a stop an ceol                                        …Never stop calling
thost an chruinne.                                               though none listen.

(…When the music stopped
the universe became silent.)


Day 23

…the homophonic translation. Find a poem in a language you don’t know, and translate it into English based on the look of the words and their sounds…