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A herd of poems!

Look at them all gallivanting about this page. It’s enough to make you want to sing! Or dance! But mostly read!

I wrote a few of these in the college library. Can you tell?

But first, Sensational Haiku Wednesday‘s prompt:¬†love.

toothpaste for dinner

Love Haiku

love is knowing the
words to say, right or wrong, and
when to be silent.

Cinquain #1

neighbours annoy
while security guards
watch over everywhere but

Cinquain #2 – RSVP

they say
salvation through
christ only, heaven is
the goal. I feel I must reply:


the loathsome
muffles my thoughts

is that a
or a bad thing?

shut up please–
a library.

Haiku #1

heavy breather next
table over distracts me
can’t write a poem.

Haiku #2

murder is never
the answer, unless you’re the
villain in movies

Haiku #3 – Intolerance

Why do you hurt me,
dairy? Have I offended
you in some way? Why!

Shadorma #1

roses are
red, yes, but can be
white, pink, black,
yellow; since
my favourites are daisies
it doesn’t matter

Shadorma #2

just because
I hear voices, you
say I’m nuts.
the joke’s on
you; if I wasn’t crazy
you’d cease to exist.

Shadorma #3

raw chicken scares me.
not because
of disease,
but the inescapable:
it, too, was alive.

all of these poems are of course © Bridget Noonan, 2012.

Wanna know what I don’t own? The song She’s a Rainbow by the Rolling Stones which has been stuck in my head all week. I think it’s the piano part. And the rainbows. I did buy that technicolour backpack-purse.
But if I get famous, and there’s a movie made of my life, I want this song to be playing over the falling in love at first sight with my future lady. Definitely have to make that shit happen.

…What? Like you don’t have a playlist of songs for the soundtrack to your life story.
If you say no, make one! It’s fun. That’s your homework for this weekend, ladies and gentlemen. Post it in the comments! I’d love to see it ūüėÄ



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dead wrong

dead wrong

call me
a crazy
but if
pat robertson
is right
about any
of the
he preaches,
I would
much rather
be dead

©¬†Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Written in response to a prompt (can’t remember where I found it). The prompt was to describe one thing using five or more different words.
Plus, Pat Robertson is a whack-job. His gang seems to think that, by protecting people with “evil” sexual preferences (like us queers) from hate crimes, that suddenly bestiality, pedophilia and necrophilia will become legal and also protected.
I… have no idea how people can make a jump like that mentally. Then again, to them, it’s all the same thing. Anyone who doesn’t believe exactly what they do will tear down society and there will be homosexual orgies in schoolyards around America. “And another American family is destroyed!”¬†After all, every dyke and fag is a criminal with a hidden agenda, just waiting to rise to power and paint the whole world with rainbows or something. I don’t understand why they have to hate us for who we love.
Garfunkel and Oates did a great song in response to one of his many offensive comments. It is a thing of beauty. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EXPcBI4CJc8

Actually, that destroying American family quote is from a really funny clip of Lewis Black’s stand-up routine. Start it at like 3:35, it’s when he does the whole “gay banditos” bit. If you’re offended by swearing or people standing up for human rights, I don’t suggest you watch it. Actually… I still suggest you watch it; it’ll be good for you to expand your mental horizons.¬†http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-id4GKsaQk&feature=related


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