holopopomo day 8: ode to the serif

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry:

ode to the serif

A serif never got an ode

I should correct this now

For were it not for serifs

A font would have no wow

It’s just a tiny jutting out

On T’s and R’s and I’s

As such, it’s hardly noticed, save

For typeset-centric guys

I know I am a hypocrite

No serifs in this font

But Arial reads easier

Plus -- I do what I want

O serif small and mighty

You have a nifty name

That people do not know of you’s

An unsurprising shame

You do not ask for anything

No payment, tax or tariff

But odes to you do not exist

‘Cause not much rhymes with “serif”

The end.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me. 

holopopomo day 7: twit

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry:

twit

twitter twitter burning bright

let your trending tags take flight

little sparrow made of words

misspelled hashtags for the herds

instagrams with extra grain

tiny thoughts to wax and wane

with flashing thumbs they type their barbs

and all i want to eat are carbs

The end.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.

holopopomo day 6: let it be

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry is still concerned about that Disney-Lucasfilm deal and the promise of an Episode 7:

let it be

Long ago and far away

A story was complete

It took a while, we didn’t mind

‘Cause it was hard to beat

We held it close and held it dear

In nineteen eighty-three

(Millennials, please shut up now

You’re of no help to me)

It had a start, it had an end

The middle was the best

We bought the toys, we bought the books

And all the (licensed) rest

Then after we had come of age

And thought we’d seen it all

There’d be another episode!

A whole new op’ning crawl!

We waited anxiously for days

In long and winding lines

Anticipating all the fun

How it would blow our minds

But all we got were Gungans

Think on that, my doubting friend

He gave us freaking Jar Jar, people...

STORIES NEED TO END.

So do poems. The end.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.

holopopomo day 5: vote hard

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry is a reminder for tomorrow:

vote hard

do it

all the way

don’t leave your chads

dimpling or

dangling or

hanging or

questioning

that’s so turn-of-the-century

poke the hell out of them

poke ‘em good

twice

maybe even thrice

pull the lever hard

and lock it in

oh yeah

do it

vote hard

and not just because you get a cute little sticker

but sometimes there’s a bake sale outside

and you can buy a cookie from some kids

do it

The end.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me. 

holopopomo day 4: message to the man

So here we are. 

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry is written from a more rebellious point of view:

message to The Man 

Your tie does not fool me

For I am not fooled

You can smile all you want

My emotions have cooled

The grey at your temples

Does not mean you’re wise

You’ve only grown older

And weakened your eyes

The clay you are made of’s

No different from mine

Despite your delusions

I don’t buy your line

And when you start falling

As everyone falls

You’ll look up at me

As I kick in your balls

The end.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.

holopopono day 3: all the water

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry muses on our recent horrible events in the Northeast, and the power that water has over us:

all the water

the water cleans

the water heals

the water sickens

the water reels

the water slaps

the water breaks

the water floods

the water aches

The end.

Tomorrow we will go back to lightness. (That sounds metaphoric now that I type it. I meant it literally... but I sure do hope I’m right on all counts.) 

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.

holopopomo day 2: acquisition

So here we are.

Today’s Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo) entry reflects on some recent news:

acquisition

Mickey and Donald and all of the gang

Went on a little spree

They bought some candy, they bought some pie

And cola, caffeine-free

But at the checkout line they saw

-- Twixt sour- and rubber balls --

An impulse buy, a tasty treat

And not marked down at all

“Oh, can we get it, please please please?”

Asked Pooh -- or was it Buzz --

“It’s cool and fun and popular

Like Unca Walter was”

Then Mickey nodded instantly

With no creative thought

The credit cards were verified

And Lucasfilm was bought

The end.

Yes indeed. Welcome to me.

hello holopopomo

So here we are.

Longtime readers may remember that last November, in my own response to not participating in National Novel Writers Month (NaNoWriMo), I created Horribly Local Blogging Month (HoLoBloMo), where I set out to write daily posts.

I’m not doing that this year. Instead, I am embarking on a new idea: Horribly Local Poor Poetry Month (HoLoPoPoMo). I call it Poor Poetry Month because low expectations are pretty much always a win-win.