Tuesday, May 12, 2020
ache news
When the reporter’s eye
finds what the poet
knows by heart
and grinds into art,
we may learn
a kind of truth.
So goes the translation –
a situation that
the times will confirm
and by this we’ll know it:
when every poet’s a journalist,
every journalist a poet.
People are looking
People
People are
People are looking
People are looking at
People are looking at my
LinkedIn profile
People are looking at my
People are looking at
People are looking
People are
People
Monday, March 30, 2015
Limey-rick
The UK is talking of Brexit
even if no one elects it.
The demagogue shrieks
and goes red in the cheeks:
“If there’s no case then up we should sex it!”
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Motivational meta-poem
If at verse
you don’t succeed
try to
rhyme again.
Or better still:
Skip structure,
shake off stricture
and let the need
to read the meter
take you
where it will.
No rules
but the hard and fast;
nothing to
live up to but centuries past;
no one to
impress but
your self.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Friday, February 8, 2013
On the European Union's Multiannual Financial Framework 2014-2020, With Apologies to Ogden Nash
When the question is the European budget,
the only solution is to fudge it.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Dallimerick
A lobbyist
down on his knees --
the
Commissioner immune to his pleas --
said “Sir,
everything’s fine,
you won’t
have to resign.
Now please
don’t be such a Maltease.”
Thursday, July 5, 2012
rhymes with banker (2012 remix)
haircut in the dock,
white, hot under the collar
in sweat-stained chalk stripe
in sweat-stained chalk stripe
Monday, July 2, 2012
Europe bails
A compromise hammered out,
during
months of debate --
now the
real work begins,
and not a
moment too late.
We roll up our
sleeves and start
right away
--
in
September, that is,
after the
holiday.
Friday, May 25, 2012
g&t asap
botanical bubbles
rise
through the
proof of your
mouth to
your eyes
as the tang
on tip of your
tongue complies.
‘tis the
season
to be lime*
squeezin --
you can’t
get
too pissed with
every
sip so sun-kissed.
(*or lemon
if you insist)
Monday, March 12, 2012
gasoline dream
The price of gas cannot be
counted in dollars and cents
or even parts per million;
but it is high
none the less.
No, the real test
is whether after filling
up you have enough
change
left to buy
back the sky.
back the sky.
Friday, February 17, 2012
blueprint for a roadmap
stakeholders!
join our consultation,
turn your white paper green
or, even, non-
.
civil society’s best practices
are being exchanged
and your contribution
is
essential
to
our
reflection.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Limerick Santorum
There once was a man named Santorum
who stormed the electoral forum.
His primary appeal
was political zeal,
with which for Romney a new one he tore him.
who stormed the electoral forum.
His primary appeal
was political zeal,
with which for Romney a new one he tore him.
Twitter Conjugation
M. Sarkozy, ecoutez et repetez:
Je twis,
Tu twis,
Il/elle twit
Nous twittons
Vous twittez
Ils/elles twittent
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
of all the greatest, love
Media
will feed you
a ready steady diet
of pop martyrs –
they’re better than burned out;
forget about the fadeaway.
They shall suffer first
in the public eye
and make us share
the pain.
The artist may be gone
but the business
beats on.
will feed you
a ready steady diet
of pop martyrs –
they’re better than burned out;
forget about the fadeaway.
They shall suffer first
in the public eye
and make us share
the pain.
The artist may be gone
but the business
beats on.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Friday, February 19, 2010
tiger wept
Drop everything.
A man who plays a game
and wears a logo
for a living is going to tell us
his troubles.
"He will be putting from the rough,"
some commentator will surely note,
"I don't think he'll get a gimme."
There will be tears of sincerity
and promises made. Or even kept.
Tiger wept.
Well then who knows where he slept?
I care as much about that
as I do
the swoosh
on
his
hat.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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