Dunc 2010

[new leaf]

'Defaulting to sonnets'?

*Gulp* Dis little fishie is fimmin' wif de sharks! So you're just funnin' around so far?

I am loving the way these things just seem to roll out so smoothly. Let the Children is perfectly snarky with its 'anyway' repetitions, and your spell will work, I'm sure, because it sounds so authentic. (I'll try anything this month!) The Elegy puts us on guard against the favor of the powerful.

Dogman - that's a term I've never heard, but understood just fine from the context. Those suntanned and rough-shaven Mercurys. Interesting look at the adjustments we make in our aspirations as we mature.

I love to note things seen from the train, and find great comfort in contemplating the retired horses in the field across from my garden; how much more lovely they must be in a churchyard, snatched from the past in passing.

Grand, the sonnet with a wee bit o' history and a lot of irony.

And is that cat poem a cheat, or what? Guinea/pinny. Heh.

Can't wait for more.

[January Poet]

LOLOLOL! I'm sorry, I have to catch my breath. Your cat poem is hilarious. I almost feel sorry for you...wait...nevermind. No just kidding. I have to come back for more of your pieces when I have time and when I get this poem out of my head.

[Alexandrite]

Pure Delight!! I was reeling from 'Spells' but "Cat Poem" had me on the floor! Wonderful.

[bop]

Dunc,

I enjoyed the ribald tone of 'Compulsory Cat Poem' and the use of 'I'm not bitter'!The directness'Let the Children Come to Me' is entirely appropriate. The last line is a killer. 'Dogman' fascinated me and gave me a sense of vertigo.

... where the skeleton was reaching for heaven.

Good luck with the rest.

bop

[Mimic_Octopus]

Really nice use of classical styles Dunc! Train from Dungogg has a very peaceful feel to it too. Fight the NaPo fight!

[prokopton]

Outrageous!
and very possibly the best kitty-ditty yet - metrical and musical,
I think it has melody and you could sing it.

Very definitely a keeper.
I'm marking it down.

GeÖff

10 April 2010



COMPULSORY CAT POEM

When I was bound in Dublin Town
apprentice to a barman,
by chance I laid a frisky maid
I thought was rather charmin'

.....And her name - I am not bitter -
.....and her name - now do not titter -
.....and her name was Kitty -
.....pretty Kitty Litter.

Begorra, Mick, well that was quick,
said she; now where’s my guinea?
Says I, my dear, it bought the beer
before you raised your pinny.

Now here I lie with one black eye,
my blood upon the walls,
ripped and torn and two-thirds shorn
and a poultice on my balls.

Young men so free, come learn from me:
next time you’re in the city,
should you be poor, be very sure
your pussy isn’t Kitty.

.....And her name - I am not bitter -
.....and her name - now do not titter -
.....and her name was Kitty -
.....pretty Kitty Litter.

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[Dunc]

Emily - Oz, eh? G'day. Thanks for the kind words.

Shady - Glad you dropped in!

Jee - Thanks, as always, for the observations. And pleased, as always, that you found something to enjoy.

new leaf - My cat poem a cheat? Fie!

January - No, no, it was someone else, it was Mick. No, really.

Alexandrite - Thanks - nice to see you here.

bop - Yes, I'll take all the good luck I can get.

Kirsty - Hi. I appreciate your input.

ffeGo - Yes, it's ballad meter, so there must be lots of available tunes. It's always agreeable to impress the judge,'


Thanks to you! Regards / Dunc

[Dunc]

Yin and Yang ...



11 April 2010



DOGGEREL

Laika said goodbye in Russki
to her husky.

Said Arsène Wenger’s shrink in consternation,
He thinks he’s an Alsatian.

Luther’s Saxon achshund
confused his dachshund.

His mother told Daniel,
Prophet shmophet - lose the King Charles spaniel.

Pétain’s poodle
would kill for strudel.

.

[Hydro]

Excellently funny, Dunc. I tried to pick a favourite couplet, like a golden retriever picks his favourite ball, but I couldn't.

[SophieC]

You make form look so easy. These poems are really controlled and tight, while constantly throwing up little surprises along the way. Train from Dungogg especially struck me, for its down to earth shift into S2, and the lovely last couplet. Cheers,

Sophie

[Salli Shepherd]

Dunc,

Ha, Doggerel. The achsund made me chortle.

Loved Elegy. I enjoy learning from your historical poems. I was thinking of doing one myself. Dunno. See what happens, eh.

Dogman is just marvellous. The end.

As ever, a threadful of Dunc-y goodness, much enjoyed.

-s

[Mike Lane]

Yo Dunc,


COMPULSORY CAT POEM

Wow!


Mike

[Dunc]

Hydro, Sophie, Salli, Mike

My thanks to you all for coming by and for making sounds of approbation.

Cheers and regards / Dunc

[Dunc]

12 April 2010



THE QUARRYMAN TEAHOUSE 2084

Ah, they were savage times, all right!
Steel carriages that you could steer,
so everyone went where they liked.
One night I even saw a queer
(or so they said - it was dim light)
and not just bishops could buy beer.

The love of weird ideas was heightened,
with which today no good man tinkers.
They’d not yet dealt with the enlightened
nor on the learnèd welded blinkers;
I know that I was very frightened
seeing skeptics and freethinkers.

And their vulgar apish humour
showed with them how little God rates;
Churches buzzed with constant rumour
how the tiny armoured-squad rates
couldn’t faze the non-consumer,
gangsters, liberals or moderates.

All such crimes were common then.
Even judges were objective.
Sick society, sicker men,
Thank the Lord we’re more effective
with the sword and with the pen
now that weeding’s an elective.

Hard work, but the Lord’s, of course,
cleansing Satan from the file.
Once we closed the schools by force,
even Yahweh cracked a smile.
No, I’ve had to sell my horse.
Thank you. Mine’s a camomile.

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[Hydro]

Ha! Excellent humour. I really like that the voice of this poem (and the voices in the teahouse) oozes with history and tradition, which makes the imagined future setting, and your predictions about it, not so implausible at all.