Poetry (?) XI
Please add your poems below or in the comments section, and vote on your favorite. Some Haikus Elizabeth: Nice! From Flor'da. Really likes us? We're Sally Field! Elizabethan Sonnet: What I planned to write. But then, uhk, nothing. Couplets, iambs, feet, Rhyme schemes. Hell, I'd rather climb Kilimanjaro -- YOS ______________ Remembrance and Reminder: A Post-End Note As the cow said to his mom, Thanks for the mammaries This ‘postend’ I am not up for poetizing, To meter muddle our happy dregs: Peels Triumphant, sand dragged home, gobs of Visine, games put back, new blender packed, cigar butts, wheels Of [...]
Poems … We got poems
___________ Pate Haiku Canard in a can melt-in-mour mouth force fed duck Don't eat the cat food _____________ Wily Willy Weekend -Words and music by: Shakey Willy Wordsmith (aka Muddy Mississippi Mike Mikottis) The Wily Willy Weekend Willy stay, or will he go? The written words we're speakin' We stole from him- don't you know? Come for the cabin fever Maybe stay to see the show The Wily Willy Weekend We just say the things the play But it's more a stage we're going through Playing here on this fine day Hard to say just what is Normal Until you've [...]
Odes to Weekend
In the Comments Section below, please offer your vote for the 2009 Malvolian of the Year Best Poem ______ William Weekend in Wisconsin For not faint hearted Lacerated toe in Moccasin Gangrene hath started - Scott _____ I Hate Haikus I hate haikus lots Stupid little pointless things Wait I just did one - Alex ______ Gownku (courtesy FTD) For the gown winner Prancing and dancing with glee Welcome to the fold - Melissa ______ William Weekend Nine William Weekend Nine Exposed to William first time Cover my ta-ta's - Andrea ______ A Bovine Fantasia How now, cow You are [...]
I hate haikus lots | Stupid little pointless things | Wait I just did one
What, besides tolerable, would Weekend be without our Annual "I Can't Believe It's Not Poetry" Slam. The winner (chosen in theory by the audience but in effect by the cocktail bar) is wreathed with honor as Malvolian of the Year and earns a minimally interesting gift award at best. Any form of poetry is acceptable, though the Homeric Epic has never been a big hit. One may wish to study previous entries for inspiration, or perhaps as a form of aversion therapy. Among favorite forms for Weekenders have been: The Haiku. Three lines (5 syllables, then 7, then 5 again) [...]
Poetry Revue
It is requested that you review (and, if necessary, enjoy) the following outstanding selections from Ww/WmWi. Then -- leaving behind your empathy and personal feelings -- tell us, in "Leave A Comment," your selection for best Poem, so that we might select our 2008 Malvolian of the Year. Also, email YOS or leave a comment if you have any additions or changes to your entries. I know I'm missing at least three or four here. UPDATE: After carefully reviewing the flood of votes, we have a 2008 Malvolian of The Year. It is Deb Dicke, for the haunting elegy A [...]
Poems (?)
Best Declining RSVP Award Dismal solitude. Journey halted. Absent from Weekender revel. - Elizabeth H.
Poetry Slam: Keep Shakespeare grave-spinning
As always, we will be featuring our Annual Poetry Slam. The winner (chosen by the audience, usually without regard to skill or sobriety on anyone’s part) is named Malvolian of the Year and earns a minimally interesting gift award. Any form of poetry is acceptable, though the Homeric Epic has been largely discouraged. One may wish to study previous entries for inspiration, or perhaps as a form of aversion therapy. Among favorite forms for Weekenders have been: The Haiku. Three lines (5 syllables, then 7, then 5 again) with no need to rhyme. The last line is often zany. Special [...]
Poems 2007
Untitled Henry Five, a July night - Although cool, a real delight! Friendly folk, relaxed and loose Thanks to Steve, I'm here 'toose' - Oh, oh, oh, before I go Pontoon well, or next year no mo! - Richard, I, Steve Kulm's Uncle __________ Our Servant Glory Be Our Servant John, Who Shakes and Shakes and Shakes again Till we all a'peare' in Bloomington - Steve Kulm __________ Achin' for an Agincourt In a Springfield Mausoleum lies a man torn For he does not know how to mourn, For a Party whose next leader is not born - Steve Kulm [...]
Poetry Slam Videos 2007
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Faster, Pussycat! Blend! Blend!
BLEND I drank the best chopped-ice confections of my generation, whirring blades rending pistachio hearts to silken nectar, dragging myself through the Baymont hallways looking for a whipped-cream fix, sweat-headed hipsters yearning for the heavenly connection to the mic box, slammed and slamming, contemplating haiku. Rend? No, Blend. NO! Chop! Grate! Grind! Stir! Puree! Whip! Mix! Frappé! LIQUEFY! William Shakespeare! I'm with you in Bloomington where you're hotter than I am I'm with you in Normal where you must feel very strange I'm with you in Bloomington in my dreams you walk dripping from Lake Clinton to the door of [...]