INTERVAL ONE: Ten Fours

 

Hand-coloured illusration of orchid

 

Pat D'Amico: Good Point

This is a fact of life
Upon which, I always will harp:
It’s easy to cut your own throat
If your tongue is becoming too sharp

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Hank Greenspan: A Posthumous Point

“Ancient European Hunters Carved
Human Bones Into Weapons”
               – Smithsonian Magazine

Once, my skull in Hamlet
was the cap of my career,
but now I learn my finger bone
was used to take down deer!

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Damian Balassone: Our Marriage Soundtrack

I think of our marriage quite often.
I think of the music as well.
It started with ‘Stairway to Heaven’
and ended with ‘Highway to Hell’.

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Eve Best: Keep Your Hair On

When life’s a flop, you’re in a strop
and everything’s a pain;
take a breath, remember – DEATH!
And simply start again.

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Raymond Hume: Calling Time

(After reading Stephen Hawking's A Brief History Of Time)

If the beginning of life’s the same as the end,
And the hole in the middle means pieces to mend,
I’ll die on my birthday: so remember to send
A condolence card to your new-born friend.

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Michael R. Burch: Forbidden Food

I think it's woeful
and should be unlawful
to eat an awful
tofu waffle!

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Russel Winick: Wisdom

The more he learns the less he knows.
He’s shocked to see that’s how it goes.
Unsure what much in life might mean,
He’ll ask someone who’s seventeen.

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Robin Helweg-Larsen: Sew, Sew, Sew

Sew, sew, sew your coat
Gently down the seam;
Threadily, threadily, threadily, threadily,
Joseph wants a dream.

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Henry Stimpson: Apocalypse Not Now

It’s always The End of the World,
doom into which we’ll soon be hurled.
Perhaps a fool, I place my bet:
It ain’t happening. Well, not yet.

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L. A. Mereoie: Change Of Pumps

Tom sold his School of Dancing
And took the Brown Fox Inn.
He now, with years advancing,
Preferred a quick sloe gin.

Sloes on bush