Trouble in Paradise
A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Carrie Underwood songs
He's the devil in disguise
Tells you lies of vanity
And last night I told a little lie
Turns out I'm too hard to hit so he put away his bow
I might have saved a little trouble for the next girl
She's the center of his whole world
Turns out he'd been lying to both of them for oh so long
She called it sweet revenge
This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going
The more boys I meet the more I love my dog
Dreams
A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from two of Bella Akhmadulina poems
It is long ago in sunlit hours
After the evil, they have done
They kiss my cheeks, they marvel
Loom in forwarding hours
Passion can be violent
O my Pompeii in your cindery grave
Visiting them in their sleep
Against the wall, eternity
What future did you assume
At your dead feet
A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Li Po poems
Down the blue mountain in the evening
From a pot of wine among the flowers
Your grasses up north are as blue as jade
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital
A wind, bringing willow cotton, sweetens the shop
Oh, but it is high and very dangerous
The sun had set, and a mist is in the flowers
The way is broad like the blue sky
This night to the west of the river-brim
You know you say a thing is "much of muchness"
I breath when I sleep and sleep when I breath
Oh, my dear paws! oh my fur and whiskers
Off with her head! Off...
Would the fall never come to an end
She stretched herself out on tiptoe
A red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long
The hedgehog had unrolled itself
The others looked around and bowed low
I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears
I have no need of thee
Memories flooded back
There were soft giggles coming from every direction
And those feelings turn into actions
It was a great idea
NEVER underestimate the visual powers
These are universal themes, truth is the truth
Maybe God hates the Chinese
The exact details of her were not discovered
And starts leaving her a daisy every day
This book fits such an ideal
Those silo walls can seem impermeable
My shrink would call this a projection
Imagine what he would say if he knew about the hallucination
Being a Davis made me famous here
Did the son die in battle?
That was both frustrating and unnerving
I must have winced
The smell wasn't right somehow
It smelled like old paper and furniture polish
I chided my heart at it's erratic reaction
All the same, I softened my refusal
The power suggestion was not my friend
All I wanted was a bath, a bed, and a book
j.h.
It is long ago in sunlit hours
After the evil, they have done
They kiss my cheeks, they marvel
Loom in forwarding hours
Passion can be violent
O my Pompeii in your cindery grave
Visiting them in their sleep
Against the wall, eternity
What future did you assume
At your dead feet
Moonlit Stroll
A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Li Po poems
Down the blue mountain in the evening
From a pot of wine among the flowers
Your grasses up north are as blue as jade
The bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven
A slip of the moon hangs over the capital
A wind, bringing willow cotton, sweetens the shop
Oh, but it is high and very dangerous
The sun had set, and a mist is in the flowers
The way is broad like the blue sky
This night to the west of the river-brim
Muchness
A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Alice in WonderlandYou know you say a thing is "much of muchness"
I breath when I sleep and sleep when I breath
Oh, my dear paws! oh my fur and whiskers
Off with her head! Off...
Would the fall never come to an end
She stretched herself out on tiptoe
A red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long
The hedgehog had unrolled itself
The others looked around and bowed low
I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears
Loving ideas
A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from Mormon TimesI have no need of thee
Memories flooded back
There were soft giggles coming from every direction
And those feelings turn into actions
It was a great idea
NEVER underestimate the visual powers
These are universal themes, truth is the truth
Maybe God hates the Chinese
The exact details of her were not discovered
And starts leaving her a daisy every day
This book fits such an ideal
Those silo walls can seem impermeable
Annoyance
A pastiche poem by Jacqueline Herbert- taken from The Splendor FallsMy shrink would call this a projection
Imagine what he would say if he knew about the hallucination
Being a Davis made me famous here
Did the son die in battle?
That was both frustrating and unnerving
I must have winced
The smell wasn't right somehow
It smelled like old paper and furniture polish
I chided my heart at it's erratic reaction
All the same, I softened my refusal
The power suggestion was not my friend
All I wanted was a bath, a bed, and a book
j.h.
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