tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post7951604883512812108..comments2024-03-28T11:09:20.894-04:00Comments on Progressive Eruptions: Sunday Night PoetryShaw Kenawehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08637273000409613497noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post-85871376557450865382014-09-22T15:09:11.435-04:002014-09-22T15:09:11.435-04:00Rosenquist made a fine body of work displaying adv...Rosenquist made a fine body of work displaying advertising images, FT.<br />I always had difficulty determining whether it was ironic or whether he was celebrating the consumer world.Ducky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post-65881958310128805502014-09-22T15:05:36.757-04:002014-09-22T15:05:36.757-04:00The pears really got to me.
The whole mixture was...The pears really got to me.<br /><br />The whole mixture was bland but the pears were the most tasteless.<br /><br />Processed food became much more appealing if not more nutritious.Ducky's herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14608115001116619877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post-85986566408133159712014-09-22T06:39:45.475-04:002014-09-22T06:39:45.475-04:00Rosenquist's vibrant painting contradicts the ...Rosenquist's vibrant painting contradicts the dismal, disparaging spirit of the poem. Rosenquist makes the insipid concoction look downright appetizing –– almost <i>luscious</i>. <br /><br />My mother never served this stuff. We much preferred Birdseye Frozen Mixed Fruit - strawberries, raspberries, boysenberries, blueberries, and sliced peaches. <i>[I think, if I remember correctly!]</i> Anyway it was delicious when eaten just a little more than half thawed. ;-)FreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post-12585284182501052992014-09-21T19:21:48.201-04:002014-09-21T19:21:48.201-04:00___ HAPPINESS in HAIKU ___
Rain on the rooftop
Se...<b>___ HAPPINESS in HAIKU ___<br /><br /><i>Rain on the rooftop<br />Sea sounds at a sunny beach<br />City sounds at night<br /><br />The drip of water<br />From all the soggy branches<br />In the piney woods<br /><br />A kitten's purring<br />During an afternoon nap<br />On a shady porch<br /><br />The breeze in the trees<br />The rustle of autumn leaves<br />The sound of silences<br /><br />My new dishwasher<br />Humming quietly as it<br />Eases my burdens<br /><br />A murmuring stream<br />The drip drip drip from the eaves<br />As icicles melt<br /><br />Rush Limbaugh spouting<br />Irrefutable logic<br />In the afternoon</i></b><br /><br />~ FreeThinkeFreeThinkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16682678301019952436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1883838569462983439.post-62275025906642094282014-09-21T18:51:42.835-04:002014-09-21T18:51:42.835-04:00I always hated the grapes in fruit cocktail. Not ...I always hated the grapes in fruit cocktail. Not sure why....but I gave up fruit cocktail in the third grade just because I hated those grapes.<br /><br />The next to go was spamokjimmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11013002335848390765noreply@blogger.com