Slalom!

Slalom!

The style guide of tomorrow
Isn't the same as today's.

Try to keep up slo-mo

Or we shall have to part ways.

Being at the center

Listen for gaps in between ———

The artsy and the ritzy can be hard to tell apart.

Let's meet somewhere in the middle.

Go ahead, get a head start...

Oh hi again, how you been?

Air's quite keen from here on out.

Now like a washed up itsy-bitsy, we're winding wildly down spring's *spout*

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TranZonE

TranZonE


Pay heed to its TONE

The elision is lone

To illusion we're prone

These allusions — they drone.


Let's take time out then hone

What was once set in stone;

Hew right through to the bone ...


Sibylline like a crone

An unexpected cyclone

Away you've been blown!


Laggard's Lament:

The sun shone, moon had none.

Standoffish as any gang toting many a gun

Serious thinkers must lighten up and have fun.

You can't lift verse silly (no duh) it weighs a TON.

Image: Cover art for The Interzone Mantras by The Tea Party portraying Siva, the Hindu Deva, dancing jovially.

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INFAMOUS

INFAMOUS

"They" (you know who)

Prop you up

Just so they

Can knock you down.


Yes they'll drag

Your good name

Through the mud

And burn an effigy.


Media outlets shall

Unleash smear campaigns

To stain what was

Once thought untouchable.


Atlantean artifacts dismantled

Taken apart

Brick by brick

With grubby paws.


But have no pause,

The net trolls

Are upon us —

Push them back!


Shove elbow then fist

Combo flick of the wrist

Combat tooth and nail

Until bitter end.


This here is

The Great Tribulation

Death of a nation

Too late to pray.


There will be

No salvation

Only starvation

Plus denigration


Of social mores.

There's a FOX

In the henhouse;

Let slip dogs of war ...

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PROLIX

PROLIX


Hark the herald angel's hum:

Bring your banjo

Pick then strum!
 
Moot point wavers

To and from.

At Devil's banquet;

Don't drop crumbs.

Life's more sanguine

Than red rum.

Break up huddle

We gotta scrum.

Time to kick-ass

Spit out gum.

There are secrets

Left to plumb ...

March to beat

Of internal drum.

Have no reason

To feel glum.

Pull that slack

Old school chum.

First one fucks

Before two cum!

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PC Thuggery

PC Thug: "Political correctness taken to an illogical extreme. In their crusade to not offend anyone, they lash out at the ideas or contributions of others. They see themselves as righteous but come across as total asses who argue about the most trivial semantics." 

~ from Urban Dictionary

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PC Thuggery


Be ye wary of skullduggery;

En garde against verbicidal muggery.

Bar raging bulls, or else face buggery!

Bear your brass with shoulder shruggery —

Sticks and stones shouldn't taste sugary ...


One mustn't barter away surety

Nor dread being beaten by sluggery.

Salvage wrecks using towboat tuggery:

Sassy ornament ought wit nicety and snuggery.

Down verity's vino now, oh champion of chuggery!

Image: Drinking Bacchus by Guido Reni (1623).

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Exegesis In Exile

Exegesis:

noun [ek-si-jee-sis]

• critical explanation or interpretation of a text or portion of a text.

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Exegesis In Exile


Admonitions, always advice and additions

But not in this one! No siree Bob . . .

Would sooner lilt and bow

Before Her Highness The Queen

Than start another brannigan

Leading into that again.


Revisions, endless rewrites and editions

Yet never herewith. Negatory!

Will bend knee and kowtow

Facing Her Maya so obscene

Then play through with a mulligan

Although it may gain disdain.


Repetitions, turgid rhymes and renditions

Even at present; all or nothing.

Lowering beaten brow

She shall lift off in the next scene

Thus smooth-talk plus shenanigan

Feign a tatty way to ordain!

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Plagiarize This ...

Plagiarize This ...

Oh hi there future breed!
Canst thou even still read?
If not hush now and hearken,
Whilst these pages bleed:

When thy senses darken
Thou shalt feel forsaken.
Quiring quite a quandary;
Core liable to break-in.

Let us traverse the boundary
Betwixt forgery and foundry.
Our hands join in legerdemain
Marked with ashes (very powdery).

So catch a lion by its mane.
"Asa Nisi Masa" — insane!
Oft she calls her Magick gnome,
"Asa Nisi Masa" — refrain!

Better on paper be the Anti-Poem.
Whoredom of dollars leads to gloam.
Whole worlds are defiled through greed.
Put those etymons to rest; shalom!

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Viscosity

Viscosity

Everybody knows a blustering windbag
Who constantly flaps flaccid gums
Yet says nothing of any consequence at all.

Who'll slurp clear whatever smear
Stains the moist underbelly
Of outlying nether regions.

Such a butt-munch 
Pulls each punch
And loves to gargle lumpy lyonnaise.

Even when sorrowful
The boor heehaws
Absentmindedly

While colossal seesaws
Lumber noisily
Against a fancy backdrop.

Often faux-furry
They gesticulate rather than articulating
Amidst brackish backwaters.

Fetid phrases have been found
To be teeming with crawling truisms
In the oily runoff of simpleton sentences.

Vociferous as well as viscous;
They're very deaf to their own verbosity
Which lacks both value and vigor!

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The Art of The Anti-Poem

The Art of The Anti-Poem

Noetry?
No entry!
Ante up
Antique cup.

Augurs won't serve
Against word's swerve.
Dig into your nerve or
Die indignant sans ferveur.

Jigsaw jostled out of place
Jaw drops from your face
Tripping over acid lace
Time to move on — final phase ...

Corkscrew twist another phrase here
Comes crime and meet her cousin grace;
Committed to atone for tones you don't hear:
Catalytic contemplation, ought become a catchy craze!

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The Gospel Gone Vita

The Gospel Gone Vita

Ah La Vida
Vital Force
Very Quick &
Plus vite!

Dolce Vita
Vitality — Speeding
Vim, verve
Vivacity!

Vibrant Vanitas;
Verisimilitude lacking meaning?
Veracity seems sweeter when
Velocity is freed up!


Entelechy's Footnote:

Hallelujah oh unnamed Lord or Lady
May a divine whirlwind lift us aloft
Mortal trappings are more than meat
The eye and other sense organs delay
Behind our brains unable to bear sway
Of one's life outlook verging on defeat
Write off whatever they say some creator coughed
Warriors thrive halfway, between bright and shady.

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Flights of Fancy by Guest Bard Roger Still

Editor's Note: Today's selection of Doggerel comes to us courtesy of Roger Still, who humbly describes himself as a new writer. Though his poems may leave you wanting more, he effortlessly lifted the AntiPoetic Gauntlet of Poésie Sans Poète (No I, ME, MY, or MINE - see Submissions page). Find out more about him HERE.

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The Unicorn Hammer


"What is that?" the child asked

Eyeing the shiny object with speculation.

"That, is a Unicorn Hammer," the old man replied.

"What’s it for?" the child asked.

"Why, for bashing in the skulls of beautiful

Mythical creatures," the old man answered.

The child cried and cried while the old man

Simply chuckled to himself.



Captive to The Fool


Notice how the king is entranced

By the noises of the jester

Though they are crude, he is in love

With the netherworld of life

Watching as his jester takes him

To the dingiest depths of depravity

Then scales onto heights of impropriety



When the time for bequeathing comes

The jester will walk away with jewels.



Sanskrit


Facing a cave wall, some egg heads

Considered the etchings and characters

Left behind by ancient architects



They must have had something in common

Head, heart, lust, recipes?

But their faces are long buried

Beneath tides of earth and moss



Someday, they will be in a museum

Someday perhaps, they shall be truly rediscovered...

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Felix Felidae

Felix Felidae

The House Cat does groove with subtle rhythms (quite smooth).

Dubstep, Jungle, Trance and Techno, all hark back to hippie Disco.

Hosanna! Worship our global supersoul with pussyfoot Pronoia.

From sundown to dawn may funky Electro rock thy Casbah!

Rush of plasma, pumped up jam leaves us out of breath like asthma.

Out of body ~ free your mind ~ pop those Mollies ~ sip some wine.

Malkin libertines; shrug away life's troubles by busting liquid bubbles.

Digits | pop n' lock | tutting / Hotshots look too cool while strutting

Purr on ye happy kitties, whether aged or younger bitties.

This temple has kept the tempo—so now—Run The Trap past GO!

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Irrelephant by Guest Bard Kathleen Radigan

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Writer's Bio: Kathleen Radigan was a high school student (when she wrote this).  She loves talking to people, reading books, reading people and talking to books.  She also writes music and swings on swings regularly.

Kudos to Kathleen for picking up the Antipoetic gauntlet of poésie sans poète!

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Irrelephant

The intelligence of elephants

irrelevant, but eloquent

their clumsy sort of elegance

is one of many elements.
 

And when that wisdom elevates

it’s difficult to celebrate

for once we see our cells relate
 

thoughts start to accelerate.
 

Well wisdom seems aristocratic

dusted down from someone’s attic

pulled apart and cleared of static

(fluctuations are erratic).
 

Oh how we trace the web life spins

parts swept away like bowling pins!

Neither consciousness nor human prints

will never match an elephant's.

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Absurdist Posts A Personals Ad

Absurdist Posts A Personals Ad

Single male, pushing forty

(a dodgy old sketch-bag to be sure)
Seeks feminist basket-case:
"Let's iron things out!"

Fond of breathtaking landscapes, possessing remarkable acumen
And overwhelmed by a robust desire to nurture
This particular specimen cannot help but hunt high-caliber quarry
Since he often envisions himself as a champion deep down

In his short span he has met insurmountable obstacles
Employing wits that match sinews on an endomorph frame
Tanned during days spent along Central-America's isthmus
Hatching ploys for coup d'etat among the dissident waifs
Of post Cold War colonialism—beyond Liberty's gates

Longs to play mind-games with an equal who hails from greener pastures
Before locking legs with her to enact pantomimes
Which imitate subversive carnal acts portrayed on celluloid
By dint of supra-objectifying lens

Would not mind siring a race of iconoclastic malcontents
(if only to sabotage Neoliberalism astride its unremitting march)
So please respond post-haste using code-phrase:
"Amantes sunt amentes!"

** Offer valid indefinitely to she who won't settle
for abusive, two-faced cons who'll just tarnish her mettle **

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Epigrammatic Epitaph (Now w/ PodCast)

Epigrammatic Epitaph

This is a test, of the Emergency Broadcast System

If you have smokes then go ahead and light them

(Just not in front the children)

Now it's time to fasten your seat belt

Ice always gets more slippery

Before it starts to melt

When speaking about art

Please exercise caution

The edges of a signifier are incredibly sharp

Beware encroaching vowels

Skulking within your skull

Pouncing quietly like owls

Trespassing onto these premises

Triggers an alarm

Signaling internal authorities

In case of emerging seas

Submerge awareness beneath

Singularity of symbols

Representation not to scale

Do not exceed prescribed dose

Suggested servings for sale

Medical ingredient: Morpheme

May cause lucidity or obscurity

Contains 100% recommended daily Meme

No proper nouns were harmed

In the production of

Such self-referential smarm

This has been a test of the Emergency Broadcast System

If you have jokes then go ahead and tell them

(Unless they are aimed at a victim)

Hear It Read Aloud by the Author:

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