Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 9/20/20:
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
I raked the Woods – The rustling Woods. The oft neglected Trees Bore out their Burs and mosses Their arsenal of leaves. I scanned their triggers curious – I gasped – Away I strode – When will the deadly Hemlock – When will the Oak explode? |
By Emily Dickinson:
I robbed the Woods – The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to please. I scanned their trinkets curious – I grasped – I bore away – What will the solemn Hemlock – What will the Oak tree say? |
A Few Notes:
I cannot express how devastated and depressed I am over the death of RBG -- especially since such a vile and ignorant toad is in the position to nominate her replacement, the "stable genius" who thinks that fallen trees explode and doesn't know that leaves decay. And the GOP, who used to masquerade as the party of "family values," will (hypocritically, of course) want to rush through the appointment of a miscreant, no doubt. In truth, they should let the American people have a voice about this, and they should put the entire process on hold until AFTER the election and inauguration. It's all about power, though -- and the GOP is drunk on power and will force their neo-racist philosophy on the will of the people.
Anyway, back to the exploding trees. What can I say? Trump is an effing idiot. Raking forests. Windmill cancer. Bleach. Bright lights. And now exploding trees. The. Man. Is. An. Idiot.
In observance of Trump's "intellect," I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem about exploding trees, "I raked the Woods." Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "I robbed the Woods."
I cannot express how devastated and depressed I am over the death of RBG -- especially since such a vile and ignorant toad is in the position to nominate her replacement, the "stable genius" who thinks that fallen trees explode and doesn't know that leaves decay. And the GOP, who used to masquerade as the party of "family values," will (hypocritically, of course) want to rush through the appointment of a miscreant, no doubt. In truth, they should let the American people have a voice about this, and they should put the entire process on hold until AFTER the election and inauguration. It's all about power, though -- and the GOP is drunk on power and will force their neo-racist philosophy on the will of the people.
Anyway, back to the exploding trees. What can I say? Trump is an effing idiot. Raking forests. Windmill cancer. Bleach. Bright lights. And now exploding trees. The. Man. Is. An. Idiot.
In observance of Trump's "intellect," I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem about exploding trees, "I raked the Woods." Dickinson's poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem "I robbed the Woods."
Last Week's Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 9/13/20:
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
I’ve heard Another talk, sometimes In a Restaurant Booth, And understood each word he said – Yet held my breath, forsooth – And risen up – he’d gone away, His secrets still his Truth – Yet – knew not what was heard by me In that old Diner Booth. |
By Emily Dickinson:
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said – Yet held my breath, the while – And risen up – and gone away, A more Bernardine Girl -- Yet – know not what was done to me In that old Chapel Aisle. |
Remember that episode of “Seinfeld” when Elain noticed a woman in a nearby restaurant booth eavesdropping on their conversation, so as a prank, she spoke to Jerry and George as if they were a closeted gay couple? (Not that there's anything wrong with that.) The eavesdropping woman, in turned out, was student reporter from NYU who was planning to interview Jerry later that day.
I suspect that this Season 4 episode was inspired by Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem “I’ve heard Another talk, sometime,” one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson’s poem also inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes,” our other featured poem.
I suspect that this Season 4 episode was inspired by Emmett Lee Dickinson’s poem “I’ve heard Another talk, sometime,” one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson’s poem also inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometimes,” our other featured poem.
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Previous Week's Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 9/6/20:
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Foul violation of Whom? Our Soldiers in the Tomb – By Worm of Man – By Clown of Fools – By some Swamp’s Maggot King! |
By Emily Dickinson:out
Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb – Or Dome of Worm – Or Porch of Gnome – Or some Elf's Catacomb? |
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I was all set to post a short, humorous poem by Emmett Lee Dickinson this week about unintentionally overhearing someone else’s conversation while sitting in a restaurant booth, but then news broke about Donald Trump’s atrocious comments about US troops who died in war, calling them “losers” and “suckers.” The article is HERE.
Is there a bottom to the ugliness and repulsiveness of Trump? Evidently not. Each week he surpasses his vile and despicable actions and words from the week before – and the GOP remains silent, like passive puppets and spineless sycophants. It is all truly appalling. In place of the “unintentional eavesdropping in a restaurant” poem, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson’s short, enigmatic poem “Foul violation of Whom,” written in 1853 – enigmatic for 1853, but particularly meaningful in 2020 (where "Maggot" can substitute for "MAGAt"). Dickinson’s poem inspired third cousin Emily to pen her poem “Drab Habitation of Whom,” my other Featured Poem. I sincerely hope that on November 3rd, there are enough sane, sensible people who cast ballots for Joe Biden so that we can Make America Decent Again. I am sickened and saddened by the past four years of ugliness, divisiveness, and incompetence of Donald Trump. There is no bottom – but hopefully, soon, there will be an end. |
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