Waterbug

Without You, I Atrophy

The topic was tropic, not trophic,
Though the wife I dream up is a "trophy".
This psyche-bred wife can stop traffic
And brews up a fine cup of coffee.

The trouble with you is you're real,
And you won't bend yourself to my dream,
But reality too has appeal:
When you smile, I lose track of the seam

Between seeming and is; thus you school
My poor psyche to dream better dreams;
You've made me a poem-spinning fool
Who wide waking is just his dream's theme.

Dean

Whose wife's a psyche-trophic pill?

If I were lying on the beach
with macadamia nuts in reach
the warm breeze blowing through my hair
paradise flowers everywhere

I wouldn't fuss about my wife
who merely wants to have a life
without dishwasher-woman hands
with a jolly man who understands!

Pam

(just kidding)

Tropical Meditation/Medication

You sprawl beneath a palm tree
(dates, not coconuts -- no helmet required),
enjoying the warm breeze across your cheek,
the salt-sea air, letting handfuls of silky sand
sift between your fingers,
lulled by the beat of waves nearby,
admiring the irridescent hues
of birds of paradise passing...

Suddenly your wife's shrill
"Daydreaming again! You're late
for work!" shatters the tropical island
of your psyche, the danger of marrying
a psyche-tropic pill.

Dean

On how to rant about the job

Oh, honey, today I heard a woman in despair,
ranting about the job, how she was being
"taken advantage of" by a boss who simply
pushed and pushed and was never satisfied.
Now I know what that's like.
I've worked for many years.
I had a few tips for her:

Take a job you love (because life is short.)
Have a full life outside the office that requires that
you not spend 24/7 on work (and make this known.)
Do everything that you do at the office 100%
but don't be afraid to say:
"What are your priorities. I can't do it all."

Last of all, if your boss blames you,
something is wrong and you may want
to think about getting out of there.
Don't resort to any of those psychotropic pills.
Very very risky!

Pam

Be the First on Your Blog!

Honey is sweet,
But I b-log to you.

Dean

Hip Hop and Honey

Hip hop reminds me of Honey, a movie,
of Jessica Alba,an actress, and also
Dark Angel, a series predicting a future.
Jessica must have enjoyed being Honey,
who mocked up a future so bright and succeeded
when Angel, Dark Angel, seemed destined to always
reflect in despair on the future of man.
The critics say Honey was flawed as a movie.
But I'd recommend it. The hope of a future
is much more appealing than deepest despair.

The Fomentitious Momentation

I think I know what you meant:
It's the foment of the moment
When the torment of the ferment
Is the meaning of the comment,
But this hip-hop is ill-omened,
For the weather is inclement
And the rhyme scheme's stiff as CEEment,
It's like twenty-day-old voment,
With a faint scent of embalment
Of the mummy of the moment.
O the moment of our foment
(Fomentchu?) leads to atonement,
Cause I'm sorry: got to go mend
My ways with men and woment.

Dean

Take a moment, fomenter

I can't see foaming at the proverbial mouth over
the English Language. Even foment and moment.
After all, now we have hip hop, what can't we
rhyme or rhythm with what else?

Pam

T he Torment of Ferment

Constant foment?
How about a moment
of foment?

And why expect better
of a world where
two words that rhyme with
practically nothing at all
and should rhyme with each other
(moment and foment),
don't?

In such a world,
the real causes of disease,
viewed under sufficient magnification,
will turn out to be cute lil' blue-eyed thingies --
if not us.

Dean

Changing topics

Do you suppose it would be too
far-fetched to see a world
not only without war, insanity,
and criminality but, well,
a world where people, if they wanted
problems, focused on things like:
what the real causes of disease are,
how to distribute food better,
how to educate people?
I do get tired of this constant
foment!

Pam