Monday, September 30, 2019

Potential Poet

Penitential Poet
"I sleep for you," the Walrus said,
"I sleep for you in your own bed.
Your bed I made,
I swear fair trade,
And if I cheat, you may strike me dead."


Sunday, September 29, 2019

Potential Poem

Fierce Feline
He was known to be known as a cat,
But he never took slight at all that,
For aglow, he lit up,
When the hearth, he lit up,
Crying, "Now, I'm the king of each cat!"


Saturday, September 28, 2019

Possible Poem

Just because he was family bound
To be named Extra West Loony Pound
Is surely no reason
To shag out of season,
When no sounds of baseball abound.


Friday, September 27, 2019

Bound for Fame

First Poem by Extra Pound
There was a young lad born out West
Who thought himself best of the best.
He ridiculed Bryan
and a cross of iron
when eleven and just with a jest.


Thursday, September 26, 2019


The Incarceree
Once was poor Extra an incarceree
For his work as a Fascist employee.
Hitler had he praised,
As London was razed,
So they gave him 12 years in Saint Lizzy's, D.C.


Wednesday, September 25, 2019

Pound Pound Revisited

An infant there was there called "Pound-Pound,"
But pronounced it himself more as "Bound-Bound,"
Which was neither-nor there,
Nor a thing anywhere,
Except to the infantile "Pound-Pound."

The poem has been reworked to more gracefully and harmoniously ply its trade.


Tuesday, September 24, 2019

Hot and Bothered

Spot of Bother
In a spot of bad bother found Extra himself
Wishing for scuttling-claws just for his shelf,
And that the bad bother
Were nary but fodder
For nature's hog wild appetitive self.


Monday, September 23, 2019

Great War

Against War?
In the '85 autumn was Extra Pound born,
In the US of A, which he later would scorn,
For its role in the Great War,
Called by him the "Great Whore,"
which struck him to 'woke' state one fine British morn.


Sunday, September 22, 2019


An infant there was called "Pound-Pound,"
But pronounced it himself as "Bound-Bound,"
Which was neither nor there,
Not a thing anywhere,
Except to the infant called "Pound-Pound."


Saturday, September 21, 2019

And a Tippler as Well?

Toppler, Too
There once was a toddler called "Pound"
Who toddled and toddled around.
Toddled here. Toddled there.
Toddled, toddled, everywhere.
Till he finally toppled to ground.


Friday, September 20, 2019

Thicker Than They Looked

The Scheming
This charming young fellow named "Pound"
Once was given a big run-around.
He let them know quick
He could shake a big stick,
And all their thick schemes run aground!


Thursday, September 19, 2019

Qwerty is Queerer?

To Play the Typewriter
Oh, "qwerty" was  the queerest word young Extra Pound had found,
Excepting the word "queerest" with its even queerer sound,
But that just meant
That "queerer" went
Where than them all, all queerer were around.


Wednesday, September 18, 2019


There once was a creature called "Pound,"
Which emitted a curious sound.
If we stood near to hear
We were warned of what fear
Might bestride us and ride us unbound!


Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Pre-Modern Limerick?

Mere Limerick?
"May peace be unto thee," saith cordial Pound,
"Though too oft hast thou set me up, that I clowned,
When I ought to have grieved,
Ought great sighs to have up-heaved,
Not mimed silence, where one expected sound!"


Monday, September 16, 2019

King of the Poets

King of Poets
This amazing young fellow named "Pound,"
Came up with poetic new sound,
Which he called "Imagism,"
But others, "Modernism,"
And thus was he King Poet crowned.


Sunday, September 15, 2019

Pound in Paradise

Pound in Paradise
From babe unto lad as from tadpole to toad,
Pound grew up fast on the Paradise Road.
He learned to expound
and how to confound,
Which both come in handy if need be to goad.

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Saturday, September 14, 2019

Enter: Extra Pound

Extra Pound: The Baby
There once was a baby named "Pound,"
Who grew up to go pal around
With far-right-wing reds
So out of their heads
They knew not their ass from a hole in the ground!

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Friday, September 13, 2019

Extra Pound: A Fictive Pound

I think that from now on (and retroactively), "Pound" will be "Extra Pound," a satirical reference to "Ezra Pound," but always fictive, of course:
Extra Pound
There once was a "Pound" known as "Extra,"
Who was found to live only in textra,
Which unfortunately
Exist only for fee,
In the reel unreal world known as Sextra!

Such distraction in this place we're placed in . . .


Thursday, September 12, 2019

Again a Fictive Ezra Pound

Extra Pound
Pound gazed on his body one day,
Found himself in the family way!
Truly strange was that Ding,
Not a woman's Unding,
Bringing forth in an unnatural way.

Though truly fictive, this character sketch using the limerick form works pretty well. One can hear the limerick beat. And pity the poor, unmentioned female hyena! You might also check a German dictionary.


Wednesday, September 11, 2019

An Ezra Pound or Two

Extra Pound
Pound gazed upon his body one fine day,
And found himself in a soon-famed family way,
Truly a strange, odd, weird peculiar thing,
With male ding hung, not woman's absent unding,
And he never-the-less gave birth the natural way.

Post-Script: I think this one doesn't work because it doesn't press the reader to submit to the limerick rhythm. Maybe I'll work on it. Anyway, this is obviously the 'fictive' Pound.


Tuesday, September 10, 2019

Thought Less

There once was an Imagist poet,
Who thought, that of all, he could know it.
With axioms new,
But only a few,
His system had little for to show it.


Monday, September 09, 2019


Song of Himself
There once was a poet called "Pound,"
Who sang as he strode all around:
"For a pound or a dollar,
Get some action or holler."
And so went the song that he'd sound.


Sunday, September 08, 2019

A Pound of Antisemitism

Antisemitic Pound
He hated the carnage of war
And asked what that war had been for.
He lay blame on usury,
By which he meant Jewry,
And thought the Great War a great whore.


Saturday, September 07, 2019

Different Architectures

Different Walls
To wall people in was Berlin,
But Trump's Wall to the makeshift inn
In outer darkness lies
With inner darkness ties,
But to wall people in was Berlin.


Friday, September 06, 2019

Fascist Italy: Really on Time?

On Timepieces
There was a young fellow named Pound,
Who aged to be ancient but sound.
Despite such longevity,
He lacked the ability
To wind up what he'd left unwound.


Thursday, September 05, 2019

Punny Limerick

There once was a man name of "Clittongue,"
Who wished he were rather named "Littongue,"
For he'd then stalk the stage
In an animal rage,
Trippingly on feet and on tongue!


Wednesday, September 04, 2019


Skink's Tale
There was a young man in Nanticket,
Who said, "Where on earth shall I stick it?"
It's not what you thank,
You dirty-minded old skank!
But where in the hell did he git it?


Tuesday, September 03, 2019

Sick Example

Separation of Powers
Thou once wert a short lengthy limerick
That taught thyself lessons psychotic,
For that godawful notion
Of e-motive emotion
Moved thee firmly back into the thinly thick.


Monday, September 02, 2019

Thomas Somebody

There was an odd fellow named Pynchon
Who sought to distract all attention
From himself unto others,
So if he'd had his druthers,
He'd have stayed in a state of oblivion!


Sunday, September 01, 2019

Not Allowed

There was an odd fellow named "LOUD!"
Who could outshout a great thundercloud,
But lightning might strike him,
If it happen to like him,
So a contest was never allowed.