The first is a damnable term, I regret;
Before I remember, I have to forget.
The second’s a meaning that calls for a word –
Some dang blasted parsing that I’ve never heard.
It’s a palindrome homonym something surreal;
Perhaps it’s akin to the ire I feel.
~
Running down is a lulu that gripes at my rear…
A letter is missing, so it’s just an ear.
And a bear could be beer, and the beer could be dear.
~
Then, something that rhymes with a part of the week;
In Tuareg, it’s something that we cannot speak.
And the name of the battle that led to the siege,
Before the invasion by Lefty the Liege.
If it isn’t true, they make up a word –
Denounceable nonsense, if I’ve ever heard.
~
And what was the color of the maidservant’s hair?
How the heck could we know, if we were not there?
The answer is auburn, but not that I care.
~
These puzzles amuse me and drive me inane;
They make me go looking in parts of my brain
Where I wouldn’t wander except for the quest,
Which leads me to hunger and needing of rest.
I’m shaking my fist, verbalizing my rage,
At those who would put silent words in a cage.
~
Enablers and pushers, you stick in my craw;
I’m giving it to you and leaving it raw.
However I’m able, I’m learning to draw.
r. nuñez, 6/2012
About the Creator
r. nuñez
I am a shamanic priest who loves to write stories, poetry, and songs. Retired, but still helping people, animals, and the planet.
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