The Poetry Blog

Welcome to my blog, which features a new poem on some irreverent, pithy, or humorous subject every week.

Writing poetry is a tough job, best left to those who scratch their heads, snort, and knit brows while venting a spleen or other body part  popular for poetic expression.

Here is my first poem, which was first read last weekend at the Nebraska Writers’ Guild Conference.  No tomatoes or cheese cubes were thrown, so it passed the audience test, at least of mostly odd or distracted authors in the state.

 

A Poem for Current Times

In a perfect world,

Air travel happens without x-rays,

Rubber gloves on sadistically wooden Air Port Security guards,

And wondering whose Nikes hide C4 and not just hairy toes.

 

In heaven, angels don’t carry green cards

Or drive without licenses or knowledge of traffic sign meanings.

No one bites into hamburgers shot through with pink slime

Or count ketchup as a vegetable.

 

In school, the bullies strike at will and Bill, Jacob and Sarah

A fist, a shove, a locker filled with cat litter or vicious lies on Twitter

Wounds knit scars best reserved for revenge, success in spite of tripping

Or equalizers tapped from parent’s keeping, caliber deadly in any

Number, smuggled in a backpack, school halls like Iraqi roads these days,

IEDs the bullies, PTSD the unlucky students who trigger them.

 

All the new Republicans will fix us good,

Bring back the US of A king of the global hill;

show China who’s the boss

While we share our victory on Ipads and iphones

Made in Wanchung Province factories

Distracting us from Samari GNP pickpockets.

And let sick people wait forever for health care that never comes

Or will just before Jesus steps in, whoops, too late for anything but

A time and call, can’t save us all, well, just more resources available

For illegal immigrant unborn children, priorities straight again

Until the Democrats take back Capitol Hill

And give away whatever is left after

the Republicans maul America one more time.

 

 

 

 

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About maryjocee

Mary Jo Caffrey retired from the Air Force and lives in Gretna with her husband Larry, also a retired “lifer.” They live with a two little dogs and four parrots. Mary Jo is a native Nebraskan with a degree from Kearney State College and has experience teaching combat crew procedures to STRATCOM aircrews and English to middle school students. Guess which was the easier job. Mary has been writing forever, but got serious about it after editing a family memoirs book a couple years ago. Her specialties are poems, short stories, and a quirky novel under umpteenth revision . Mary Jo is a member of the Nebraska Writer’s Workshop and the Nebraska Writers’ Guild.
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2 Responses to The Poetry Blog

  1. Patrice says:

    Love how your poem flows. And the truth in what you say. Myself I am Canadian, but we have most of the same issues, only by different names. Keep it up!

    • maryjocee says:

      Thanks for your kind words, Patrice. Canada is a hot topic here, too, over the pipeline. I’m letting the governor handle that issue. Got to say, there is a lot going on with the world today. Poems help vent and see the humor in otherwise really heavy subjects. I appreciate your comments.

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