Crosswords

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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