Poetry Corner
Jun. 14th, 2007 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lurkittyIn going through some boxes I stumbled across two of my most favorite poems I ever wrote. It is still Spring for a few days, so the first still applies. The second is an ode to a truck stop in Portland, OR that is long gone. If you haven't been there, well, I'm sure you've been somewhere similar. Here, preserved for your enjoyment, I give you Poetry.
The Vernal Arms Race
by Merri Horine
Someone pushed a button
In a tiny room somewhere
And pollen-laden missles
Sprang into the air!
We strengthened our defenses
With sprays and pills and potions
And shots and mists that vaporize
And capsules and lotions.
Antihistamines will do some good
But are apt to make us drowsy,
Decongestants clear the nose,
But, still, we feel lousy.
The casualties were heavy in
Red eyes and sticky lashes
Our noses stuff, our throats are sore,
Our skin is full of rashes.
The microscopic warheads
Even bring the bees to sting!
Won't someone please do something
About disarming Spring?
We could hold a giant rally
Paint signs, write songs to sing
Hold sit-ins and petition
To hold ceasefire talks with Spring!
So, mothers, tell your children
Of the awful fate we face
Beseech them to be allergists
And save the human race.
For at another console
Sits a man behind a button
The day that that man sneezes
We'll be gone, but not forgotten.
Ode to Top's Truck Stop
By Merri Horine
"Eat only the pie, not even the coffee,"
Was the warning my friends would entreat.
For in spite of its name Top's Truck Stop
Was not such a good place to eat.
The college we went to was private
The restaurant there would close down,
So for study breaks later than seven,
We had to go out into town.
I'd like to say we were rebellious
With extravagances we were bored
But the truth was that Top's lowly Truck Stop
Was the only place we could afford.
The napkins came from a dispenser
The stainless had many a stain
If the cigar smoke had been any denser,
The sprinkler system would rain!
The burgers were burnt or still frozen
The french fries I wouldn't go near
But how they got grease in the coffee
Is a story that I'd like to hear!
But the pie, Oh the pie! Was divinely inspired,
As heavenly angels would bake it!
"A pearl among swine," as the good book would say
(if only 'cause Top's didn't make it).
On a blank paper placemat 'neath coconut creme
We would plan our life's greatest endeavors.
Like DaVincis we'd plan the most glorious things
(though act on them, rarely, if ever.)
We discussed everything in this world and the next,
Like those in the parlor of Stein.
With the thrill and excitement that all college kids
have had since the dawning of time.
On Barbour, there now stands a Wendy's,
Where me and my college chums meet,
And remember that good ol' Top's Truck Stop
Was not such a bad place to eat.
The Vernal Arms Race
by Merri Horine
Someone pushed a button
In a tiny room somewhere
And pollen-laden missles
Sprang into the air!
We strengthened our defenses
With sprays and pills and potions
And shots and mists that vaporize
And capsules and lotions.
Antihistamines will do some good
But are apt to make us drowsy,
Decongestants clear the nose,
But, still, we feel lousy.
The casualties were heavy in
Red eyes and sticky lashes
Our noses stuff, our throats are sore,
Our skin is full of rashes.
The microscopic warheads
Even bring the bees to sting!
Won't someone please do something
About disarming Spring?
We could hold a giant rally
Paint signs, write songs to sing
Hold sit-ins and petition
To hold ceasefire talks with Spring!
So, mothers, tell your children
Of the awful fate we face
Beseech them to be allergists
And save the human race.
For at another console
Sits a man behind a button
The day that that man sneezes
We'll be gone, but not forgotten.
Ode to Top's Truck Stop
By Merri Horine
"Eat only the pie, not even the coffee,"
Was the warning my friends would entreat.
For in spite of its name Top's Truck Stop
Was not such a good place to eat.
The college we went to was private
The restaurant there would close down,
So for study breaks later than seven,
We had to go out into town.
I'd like to say we were rebellious
With extravagances we were bored
But the truth was that Top's lowly Truck Stop
Was the only place we could afford.
The napkins came from a dispenser
The stainless had many a stain
If the cigar smoke had been any denser,
The sprinkler system would rain!
The burgers were burnt or still frozen
The french fries I wouldn't go near
But how they got grease in the coffee
Is a story that I'd like to hear!
But the pie, Oh the pie! Was divinely inspired,
As heavenly angels would bake it!
"A pearl among swine," as the good book would say
(if only 'cause Top's didn't make it).
On a blank paper placemat 'neath coconut creme
We would plan our life's greatest endeavors.
Like DaVincis we'd plan the most glorious things
(though act on them, rarely, if ever.)
We discussed everything in this world and the next,
Like those in the parlor of Stein.
With the thrill and excitement that all college kids
have had since the dawning of time.
On Barbour, there now stands a Wendy's,
Where me and my college chums meet,
And remember that good ol' Top's Truck Stop
Was not such a bad place to eat.
