NaPM April 2 2014

[milo]

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Chinese Whispers

I hear your voice like Chinese Whispers in the grass -
the ghost of silence on the telephone.
Down at the churchyard mother shushes children, as they pass
I hear your voice. Like Chinese Whispers in the grass
you travel mouth to ear and ear to mouth at mass
or candles lit from candles. Now alone
I hear your voice. Like Chinese Whispers in the grass,
the ghost of silence on the telephone.

You've got ghosts stuck in your head this year, heh?

I know this is just a quick poem whipped up for NaPoM - but is it wrong to love it?

The sonics are fantastic, and to fit that ear to mouth candle to candle riff into such a short form as you did is superbly entertaining.

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I don't think there's anything wrong with that.

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Clueless

He had a W.C. Fields persona,
that same snide drawl; medals of honor
paradoxically embellished
his dress uniform.

Colonel Mustard’s war stories failed
to dazzle the widow Peacock. His triumph
in ruffling her tail feathers, pinned a smile
between his jowls and snout. With knife drawn,
he carved a corpulent slice
of mutton, turning his favor
to other delights.

Wandering into the ballroom,
pink knuckles clenching sandwich and scotch,
he bumped into the curvaceous Miss Scarlet.
Her dropped clutch purse coughed up a revolver
unnoticed, cloaked by his pot-roast belly
and her gravy-boat breasts.

Scarlet’s smile seduced
a drive home from an eager Colonel.
A playful shrug dismissed queries
about her escort, who was observed
drinking heavily all evening.

Come morning,
servants found Professor Plum
in the conservatory
under the rosebushes
with Mrs. Peacock,

both dead to the world.

Nice use of all the clue characters, chris. It's great to see you doing these.

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Monopoly Man

My father never went to school, he played
his life just like a game. He always won
Monopoly by charming everyone
into accepting offers that were made
below the market value - then he paid
us off with kisses when the game was done.
Daddy would put the board up after fun -
never displayed, or bragged about his run
of fine hotels, or boardwalk barricade.

The first words that he taught us were "I can":
he knew the power of possibility;
an uneducated, modest businessman,
and yet we started sharp at six and three -
our father showed us how to understand
this life by teaching us Monopoly.

Love the elision on power. Monopoly is another one I was considering, glad you got to it first.