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Dec 07, 2007
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THE CLICHÉ-HOUNDS
Heard afar
a hoarse hullabaloo of harriers
tongue-lolling, straining at the leash,
eager for the chase:
the cliché-hounds gather.
Allow me, if you please,
a modest morsel of cliché
I am replete
from an esoteric gourmet feast
of exquisite exotic verbiage
served on precious platters of cunning design
and intricate verbal decoration.
Allow me, if you please,
a common slice of bread.
Permit me, if you please,
a little piece of commonplace.
I am lost
among the peerless lofty peaks
of high pretentious imagery
fearful above the deep dark metaphoric chasms
and the treacherous sloughs of similes
Permit me, if you please,
to tread familiar ways.
Sanction, if you please,
a well-known phrase or two
I am confused
by untranslatable utterances
and outré flights of wordy fancy
reversed, imploded, combined and recombined
meaning obscured and ever out of reach.
Sanction, if you please,
some plain and simple words.
Let me, if you please,
communicate direct
I am trapped
In the convoluted, involuted
multi-clausal maze of mangled structures,
obfuscation and dilettante punctuation
and inaccurate spelling to boot.
Let me, if you please,
make common cause with common men.
Heard closer
the hollow sounds of hunting hounds,
jaws a-drool, eyes wild in the search.
In the ultimate literary critical thrill
The cliché-hounds slink in for the kill.
a hoarse hullabaloo of harriers
tongue-lolling, straining at the leash,
eager for the chase:
the cliché-hounds gather.
Allow me, if you please,
a modest morsel of cliché
I am replete
from an esoteric gourmet feast
of exquisite exotic verbiage
served on precious platters of cunning design
and intricate verbal decoration.
Allow me, if you please,
a common slice of bread.
Permit me, if you please,
a little piece of commonplace.
I am lost
among the peerless lofty peaks
of high pretentious imagery
fearful above the deep dark metaphoric chasms
and the treacherous sloughs of similes
Permit me, if you please,
to tread familiar ways.
Sanction, if you please,
a well-known phrase or two
I am confused
by untranslatable utterances
and outré flights of wordy fancy
reversed, imploded, combined and recombined
meaning obscured and ever out of reach.
Sanction, if you please,
some plain and simple words.
Let me, if you please,
communicate direct
I am trapped
In the convoluted, involuted
multi-clausal maze of mangled structures,
obfuscation and dilettante punctuation
and inaccurate spelling to boot.
Let me, if you please,
make common cause with common men.
Heard closer
the hollow sounds of hunting hounds,
jaws a-drool, eyes wild in the search.
In the ultimate literary critical thrill
The cliché-hounds slink in for the kill.
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Cover picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07/2210380093/
— meic, Dec 07, 2007
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Critiques
purplemoondoll
18 years 4 months ago
Let me, if you please,say
Mark
18 years 4 months ago
poetic trick or treats
poewriter58
18 years 4 months ago
Nice work Mike
fthillsboomer
18 years 4 months ago
Read one of your poems now I'm hooked
meic
18 years 4 months ago
LOL
Craig Norris
17 years ago
treacherous sloughs of similes
meic
17 years ago
[Chuckles] Thanks,
bjp
17 years ago
Dear Mike,
meic
17 years ago
Thank you very
docmaverick
17 years ago
As I read....
meic
17 years ago
Oops … sorry about your
Skumpfsklub
17 years ago
Hear! Hear!
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