Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Recent Poems
REMONSTRANCE
Randy Randy
burning bright
in the boudoirs
of Redondo
Isn't it time
you lived your life
with far more
far more candor?
Must've been weird
your secret life
with never an unserviced
erection
Didn't you think
it'd cause the wife
to treat this as
rejection?
If only she hadn't
cared so much
You had the perfect
set-up
With her in town
and you on the coast
you could cheat all week
without let-up
Then on Friday
you'd come home
and act content
to be with her
Relieved to no longer
be alone
So busy all week,
and with so much work!
This lyric is exceprted from my short story, "Randy on the Road"
##
BALLAD O' MAMA BEAR
Home, home she come
from de honey factoree
Home she come a'trudgin
Lil Mama B
All day, all day
puttin honey in de jar
She come home,
she find Papa B he at de bar
Yep, he sittin dere,
he watchin B-Ball on TV
An Lookee Here! Miss Goldie L
she sittin on his knee
Ree-ee-Lee-ee! say Mama B,
she snatch up dat tart
She bitch-slap huh 'cross de room,
jes for a start
Papa B he doan talk,
he only look at de floor
Mama B she dust huh hands,
she go on out de door
Befo he can leave,
now she come back in
She leadin Big Bad Woof
by his hairy chin
She slappin de cakes
on de Big Bad Woof!
Dey order two sirloins
on de hoof
And dey sip on two
big ole L.I. Teas
Mama B say, Ewww,
dis need 'smo honey!
Dis need 'smo honey, Honey!
she tee-hees
She crow, Dat Papa B!
he try to make a fool a me!
More 'n once, he told me
he "found" her in his bed!
Ah'll slap him upside de head!
Randy Randy
burning bright
in the boudoirs
of Redondo
Isn't it time
you lived your life
with far more
far more candor?
Must've been weird
your secret life
with never an unserviced
erection
Didn't you think
it'd cause the wife
to treat this as
rejection?
If only she hadn't
cared so much
You had the perfect
set-up
With her in town
and you on the coast
you could cheat all week
without let-up
Then on Friday
you'd come home
and act content
to be with her
Relieved to no longer
be alone
So busy all week,
and with so much work!
This lyric is exceprted from my short story, "Randy on the Road"
##
BALLAD O' MAMA BEAR
Home, home she come
from de honey factoree
Home she come a'trudgin
Lil Mama B
All day, all day
puttin honey in de jar
She come home,
she find Papa B he at de bar
Yep, he sittin dere,
he watchin B-Ball on TV
An Lookee Here! Miss Goldie L
she sittin on his knee
Ree-ee-Lee-ee! say Mama B,
she snatch up dat tart
She bitch-slap huh 'cross de room,
jes for a start
Papa B he doan talk,
he only look at de floor
Mama B she dust huh hands,
she go on out de door
Befo he can leave,
now she come back in
She leadin Big Bad Woof
by his hairy chin
She slappin de cakes
on de Big Bad Woof!
Dey order two sirloins
on de hoof
And dey sip on two
big ole L.I. Teas
Mama B say, Ewww,
dis need 'smo honey!
Dis need 'smo honey, Honey!
she tee-hees
She crow, Dat Papa B!
he try to make a fool a me!
More 'n once, he told me
he "found" her in his bed!
Ah'll slap him upside de head!
More Poems
HIGH COURT ANNALS
Death is an august high court, final and supreme.
No appeal can be had.
Aging and deterioration is our life sentence.
Few of us are spared.
Only the lucky and undeserving die young.
These are the reprieved.
Death's rulings from the bench are always unfair,
and especially unjust to good people.
Death barely glances at your compelling brief for yourself,
having heard all that before.
He sanctions torture of those who seem they'll live forever.
They only want peace.
He enforces the final verdict, cessation of heart and breath,
the same for all, whether fortunate or destitute.
Friends and relations might make pleas for your exoneration.
They'll be ignored, and their paperwork will be lost.
The good, the bad, and the indifferent will all be dealt with blindly,
harshly, punitively, and without concern.
Next case.
The court is busy.
##
DOWNFALL
Hosni, Hosni
Do not cause me
To show to you
The bottom of my shoe
This chant behind him
Mubarak enters hell
Farouk is there,
Nasser is there,
Sadat, too
What was your downfall?
Hanging like Saddam?
Raking gunfire? A coup?
Poisoning? CIA?
No. Facebook.
##
SIDE-EFFECTS
Yes, I'm having sudden drops in blood pressure
And too much alcohol, I guess,
I see spots before my eyes,
Have erections lasting for hours
-- And a lighter heart than in many a day
##
EPIGRAM
When I became one of your 1600 Facebook Friends
I should have known I was not in the inner circle
##
SAFE HOUSE
Is not so bad
in Abbotobad
on this leafy
suburban day
until Americans
land in the yard
and come charging
up the stairs
##
DOUBLE LIMERICK
The terrorist Osama
Could not elude Obama
Navy Seals were called in
They did the dude in
Osama received severe trauma
Shot once in his evil eye
And again to make sure he would die
He was thrown in the wave
Of his watery grave
With Davey Jones' Navy he'll lie
This piece was co-written with a friend, Barbara Pray
##
SUSHI Rx
Fresh fish flesh
wrapped in sea weeds
That's what my baby
says that she needs
She is deficient
in iodine
So on sushi
we will dine
With slivers of ginger
and daubs of wasabi
In a wabi-sabi shack
by the sea
Death is an august high court, final and supreme.
No appeal can be had.
Aging and deterioration is our life sentence.
Few of us are spared.
Only the lucky and undeserving die young.
These are the reprieved.
Death's rulings from the bench are always unfair,
and especially unjust to good people.
Death barely glances at your compelling brief for yourself,
having heard all that before.
He sanctions torture of those who seem they'll live forever.
They only want peace.
He enforces the final verdict, cessation of heart and breath,
the same for all, whether fortunate or destitute.
Friends and relations might make pleas for your exoneration.
They'll be ignored, and their paperwork will be lost.
The good, the bad, and the indifferent will all be dealt with blindly,
harshly, punitively, and without concern.
Next case.
The court is busy.
##
DOWNFALL
Hosni, Hosni
Do not cause me
To show to you
The bottom of my shoe
This chant behind him
Mubarak enters hell
Farouk is there,
Nasser is there,
Sadat, too
What was your downfall?
Hanging like Saddam?
Raking gunfire? A coup?
Poisoning? CIA?
No. Facebook.
##
SIDE-EFFECTS
Yes, I'm having sudden drops in blood pressure
And too much alcohol, I guess,
I see spots before my eyes,
Have erections lasting for hours
-- And a lighter heart than in many a day
##
EPIGRAM
When I became one of your 1600 Facebook Friends
I should have known I was not in the inner circle
##
SAFE HOUSE
Is not so bad
in Abbotobad
on this leafy
suburban day
until Americans
land in the yard
and come charging
up the stairs
##
DOUBLE LIMERICK
The terrorist Osama
Could not elude Obama
Navy Seals were called in
They did the dude in
Osama received severe trauma
Shot once in his evil eye
And again to make sure he would die
He was thrown in the wave
Of his watery grave
With Davey Jones' Navy he'll lie
This piece was co-written with a friend, Barbara Pray
##
SUSHI Rx
Fresh fish flesh
wrapped in sea weeds
That's what my baby
says that she needs
She is deficient
in iodine
So on sushi
we will dine
With slivers of ginger
and daubs of wasabi
In a wabi-sabi shack
by the sea
A Guide To Weblog Contents (2005-2012)
Some recent trends in new writings by Michael Dennis Mooney:
A number of short stories were recently posted. "Hairy Goat Cheese Garage" (Nov. 2010), "Bart Giamatti Saves Baseball," (Nov. 2010), "Professor Of Desire"(Sept. 2010), "Ole Massa Doan Want Me Heah No Mo!" (August 2010).
Some journalistic pieces were recently placed on this weblog, including "The Fracking Of Dimock, Pa." (Aug. 2011) and "Wi-Fried In Albany" (Sept. 2010). Other such pieces were posted at my site, "Epistles To The Philistines," including the short fiction work, "Randy On The Road."
Several critiques of Ayn Randian individualism were posted here, "Objectivism Deconstructed And Demolished" (October 2010), "Thus Spracht Narcissus: I'm Okay And You're Not" (Oct. 2010),"Ayn Rand, The Tell-All" (Nov. 2009) and many many others.
Funny rhymes on topical items much in the news are the bulk of the writing I've done in 2009 and 2010, including a florid Elizabethan conceit comparing Sarah Palin to a truck stop in winter, "The Comparison." Many of these satirical pieces were cited in an article, "The Comment-Box Poets Of The New York Times," at the online Journal, "The Bygone Bureau" (March 17, 2010.)
The poems from 2006 and earlier appeared in a privately circulated printing in a bound volume, and they are all here on the blog in their original texts.
I hope to produce a new printed volume soon featuring short satirical pieces, and I plan to start new weblogs at Wordpress.Com, where I have a lit-appreciation site, "The Poetry of Irony and Wit," devoted to the study of witticism and extended figures of speech in classic English Language poetry. MDM
Sites:
New Writings 2005-2012
Epistles To The Philistines
The Poetry of Irony and Wit
Mike Mooney On Facebook
A number of short stories were recently posted. "Hairy Goat Cheese Garage" (Nov. 2010), "Bart Giamatti Saves Baseball," (Nov. 2010), "Professor Of Desire"(Sept. 2010), "Ole Massa Doan Want Me Heah No Mo!" (August 2010).
Some journalistic pieces were recently placed on this weblog, including "The Fracking Of Dimock, Pa." (Aug. 2011) and "Wi-Fried In Albany" (Sept. 2010). Other such pieces were posted at my site, "Epistles To The Philistines," including the short fiction work, "Randy On The Road."
Several critiques of Ayn Randian individualism were posted here, "Objectivism Deconstructed And Demolished" (October 2010), "Thus Spracht Narcissus: I'm Okay And You're Not" (Oct. 2010),"Ayn Rand, The Tell-All" (Nov. 2009) and many many others.
Funny rhymes on topical items much in the news are the bulk of the writing I've done in 2009 and 2010, including a florid Elizabethan conceit comparing Sarah Palin to a truck stop in winter, "The Comparison." Many of these satirical pieces were cited in an article, "The Comment-Box Poets Of The New York Times," at the online Journal, "The Bygone Bureau" (March 17, 2010.)
The poems from 2006 and earlier appeared in a privately circulated printing in a bound volume, and they are all here on the blog in their original texts.
I hope to produce a new printed volume soon featuring short satirical pieces, and I plan to start new weblogs at Wordpress.Com, where I have a lit-appreciation site, "The Poetry of Irony and Wit," devoted to the study of witticism and extended figures of speech in classic English Language poetry. MDM
Sites:
New Writings 2005-2012
Epistles To The Philistines
The Poetry of Irony and Wit
Mike Mooney On Facebook
