https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Tue, 09 Jun 2026 07:19:16 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12594-the-romantics https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12594-the-romantics     In spite of all the pretty words that make your knees go weak, And similes about your eyes and oceans, stars or jewels, Remember, as that ruby blush brings blossoms to your cheek, The poet doesn’t mean those things, my love, they’re only tools. The poet is a sneaky sort who serenades the page, To shape its pale virginity into his lover’s form, And once begun, his pen is not about to disengage From frenzied strokes of passion in his literary storm. This flaccid nerd by words becomes your troubadourish knight, His girth recedes, his hair grows thick, he’s dash and derring-do, And you, his gentle sonnet queen, have spurred his soul to write Of what he’d do if only he weren’t terrified of you. In fairyland built high upon the strata of cliché The poet spins his lyric lies to you, his chosen lay. ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Wed, 20 Oct 2010 06:27:25 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12594 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12594 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12594 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12590-the-trials-of-post-modernity-when-you-re-really-not-that-interested https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12590-the-trials-of-post-modernity-when-you-re-really-not-that-interested I tried to deconstruct a bloody sonnet to get da dum da dum out of my head I made a sandwich, put some pickles on it and listened to a bit of Grateful Dead…   I don’t think I will meet the ultimatum to break it down or quit this forum abuse I’ll take these female endings, alternate ‘em with plain old male and see what they produce.   Well look, it seems this sonnet’s half a ballad ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:20:45 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12590 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12589-sex-stain https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-12589-sex-stain No funk in poetry these days, no rhyme to spare the time, to shape the world in form or free, just prose, to watch as we die.  Verse, if I could break your back and with these words rebuild that stanza lone, you’d feel your feet were dancing to some dark uncommon beat I met a poet once, said he was beat and smoky folk wrapped round him for his rhyme but gasoline encased his naked feet and lunch exploded softly on his form of non-conformist storage of the words that scattered like the scriptures INRI verse ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:19:15 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/12589 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/12589 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A12589 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10307-perchance-to-dream https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10307-perchance-to-dream Aye, there’s the rub, says me, you see ‘Cos what I write is poetry Not truisms and tricky bits For folks to quote with borrowed wits So they might feel their stature’s grown Without an effort of their own. A poet lives his life alone A penitent who must atone For sins of thought and social gaffes Of telling riffs they’re really raffs Defiling thrones, defacing coins And planting feet in lofty groins. No flowered verse on greeting card Will pass this pen; no arse of lard Shall rule me. Not the poppest vox Will talk me into such a box Aye, there’s the rub, ‘tis poetry That’s destined me to poverty. ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Thu, 13 Aug 2009 22:38:43 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 5 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10307 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10307 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10307 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10308-the-perfect-sonnet https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-10308-the-perfect-sonnet Thy blessed tongue, it trippeth o’er the phrase that speaks too plain its mind in forward word, and doth not twist in convoluted ways about non sequiturs, a mocking bird. Thine artist’s heart, it sings old songs of love; you utter speech not heard since Shakespeare’s day, and here, you know no better fit than dove, and thank the stars that poets still say gay. O! Love enduring, why should you be changed? Why taint your breast with vulgar words and new? Why sentence make one normally arranged when thou must elder apricots on blue? I prithee, let me rest within your tree and dream of simple poets, just like me. ... more Leanne Hanson A Slap on the Wrist Mon, 01 Dec 2008 09:08:06 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 6 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/10308 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/10308 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A10308 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9224-the-chocolate-villanelle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-9224-the-chocolate-villanelle   Cacao yields the perfect spark for poets smothered head to toe in decadence so rich and dark. A biscuit might seem bland and stark, prosaic, but the masters know: cacao yields the perfect spark. No errant crumb, no chance remark will lose its way, now covered so in decadence so rich and dark. We know the truth, this poets’ lark demands indulgence; apropos, cacao yields the perfect spark. The wait is long to make your mark, but research (still to come) will show cacao yields the perfect spark, in decadence so rich and dark. ... more leanne A Slap on the Wrist Wed, 26 Nov 2008 02:19:05 GMT /section-659-a-slap-on-the-wrist#comments 14 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/9224 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/9224 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A9224