Angry Monkey pops his head up,
behind glass at the Zoo.
I sympathize. If I were stuck
there, I'd be angry, too.
Sitting 'round in a monkey suit
with walls one sees right through.
Angry Monkey [Common Meter]
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BOOKS: “Fine Clothes to the Jew” by Langston Hughes
Fine Clothes to the Jew by Langston HughesMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Available online – Lehigh University
This, Hughes’s second poetry collection, is different from the first in that it leans more heavily into blues music structure and into dialectal language use. It’s not that these didn’t feature in Weary Blues, but in this collection one can read most of the poems with a blues shuffle riff playing in one’s head (and, if you do, you will hear how Muddy Waters might have belted them out in a Blues club.)
While it’s fun to read, this collection is not nearly so deep or evocative as the collection that preceded. Still, if you like poetry and / or the Blues, you’ll definitely find this to be a worthwhile read.
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PROMPT: Song Lyric
Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
Keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'
For the loser now
Might be later to win
For the times they are a changin'
From “The Times They Are a-Changin'” Bob Dylan (1963 – from the eponymously named album.)
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Poison Ivy [Lyric Poem]
Poison Ivy, I think you know
that you will always be my foe.
I can slice your vine, pal-o-mine,
and still end slathered in calamine.
Because I must haul your corpse away,
and on my gloves your oils will stay —
waiting that unexpecting day
when I scratch some tender bit.
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Greyfield [Lyric Poem]
It wound around the burial mounds
through the soft and seedy sides
of town
And though it was but one foot shallow,
non-townies were swallowed
(and surely drowned)
because that ground was hallowed.
It took souls, lost - never to be found -
then rolled on to the next ghost town.
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Rusty Prayer Wheels [Lyric Poem]
Rusty prayer wheels
on a dusty street.
They squeak & they squeal,
& no circuit completes,
but still hands reach out for each one
'cause who has faith in the clean wheel spun?
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Perspective [Lyric Poem]
Perhaps, you cannot change your jail,
And you can't choose the lumps and scars --
No matter how you scream or wail --
But you pick your view through the bars.
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Dragonfly Eye [Lyric Poem]
The dragonfly strafing lilies
doesn't know how very silly
a bantam taller than a ram
seems to a ram tall as a filly.
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24/7 Wakeup Call [Lyric Poem]
In a mountain village,
the roosters crow all day.
Hopes of mid-day napping
are dashed along the way.
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Mountain Azalea [Lyric Poem]
One cluster of Mountain Azalea
Stands out like royal regalia,
Adorning a near naked vagrant --
But much more pleasingly fragrant.
