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Obsidian Eagle's

Blasphemous Bazaar


META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





SeptimuS

SeptimuS


Seven for the Pleiades —

Sister stars of ancient lore.

Some think to call them home

(others think a little more).


Seven were the wonders

Of the world in ages past.

To day they've been updated,

But short term memories don't last.


Seven notes of melody

Comprise all tonic scales.

Infinite variations give us

Endless sonic tales.


Seven sins prove deadly

For those lacking self-control.

Get to know your triggers,

Or the outcome won't be droll.


Seven are the Chakras;

Vortices of vital breath.

Meditate on these and see

Horus vanquish Seth!


Seven senses function

If a dreamer is wide awake.

Sixth be the so-called psychic,

Seventh: uncoiled ethereal snake.


Seven seals will break

When Judgment Day arrives.

Then we'll know who excelled

Or erred by wasting precious lives ...

Verb Boss City

Verb Boss City


Nobody wants to hear it;
Tiny brains cannot bear it:


Any outpour of adjectives
Accompanying their respective
Subjects to achieve a higher objective.

They were once believed to be blessings
Of superlative bliss, but lately
Sunny ideas meld together

While choral nocturnes
Turn into perverse 
Techno trysts.

Red tail-lights pulsate
Like bloody irony through
The autobahn's main artery.

Penthouse apartheid
Scrapes skies overhead
Because Phobos hates hoboes.

A gilded cage may suit the socialite parrot ...
However—a Jack Harewon't chase suburban karat!

Image: Urban Bunny courtesy of Laura Heikkala.

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Non-Standard Disclaimer


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Of this antipoetic license.

The readers will be given consideration
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With a perceptive or receptive mindset.

Subterfuge such as sarcasm, satire, and simile
Shalt be utilized to outwit even the savviest
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Assemblage of piss-poor penmanship.

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Trench Trap

Author's Note: This Anti-Poem now has a sequel > Urbane Combat



Trench Trap


Mayday, mayday

Bardship Battalion

Undergoing heavy

Artistry fire!


Dug foxhole

Too deep;

Hellish shock

Setting in . . .


Please send

Literary support.

Airdrop grants

Over coordinates:


Lima, Mike

Alfa, Oscar.

Enemy columnist

Approaching position —

 

* END TRANSMISSION *

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!

Amateur Hour

Amateur (noun):
1. A person who engages in a study, sport, or other activity for pleasure rather than for financial benefit or professional reasons.
2. An athlete who has never competed for payment or for a monetary prize.
3. A person inexperienced or unskilled in a particular activity.
4. A person who admires something; a devotee or fan.
 

Middle French [1775-85] from the Latin amātor (lover).



Amateur Hour


First and foremost: here's an amateur!

Auteur pour son compte

Lover of les belles arts

(imitator supreme)

Orator des choses sublime.


Borrowed barbs from Baudelaire's flowers —

Ne comprends pas?

More's the pity, old sport.

Behold unbridled puissance;

Douceur gone sour.


Moliere's Misanthropos

Il est tres apropos

Exemplar par excellence

Et aussi le ne plus ultra

Connoisseur covering . . .

 
Fifteen minutes of shame

Rife with disrespect

For conventional flow

And blatant disregard

Toward savoir de lecteur!

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