Archive for April, 2011

ODOP: The Good Old Days

A woman could be a lady then.
Three petticoats for decency–
And to conceal the weapons.

Prompt: TVTropes Randomization — The Edwardian Era. I’m pretty sure we were actually down to 0-1 petticoats by then, but ARTISTIC WORD ASSOCIATION.


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ODOP: Bullhorn to Whoever’s There

A little father from the earth, a little closer to the moon’s back,
Interrogation inverted—
Give me some answers, or I drop me!

Prompt: TVTropes Randomization — High Altitude Interrogation

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ODOP: Hymn

The Lord made the cosmos, and all the dust in it
From expansion to expansion is only his shadow in the water
(And He made the water).

He is as generous as the length of an elephant’s trunk,
And the flexibility of it (and I praise Him).

He is as unmistakable as the rich odors
On farms and savannahs (and I praise Him).

He is as passionate as the heated fusion
In the center of each massive star (and I praise Him).

He is as fathomless as the empire of ants
That connect my bathroom to underground caverns (and I praise Him).

He is as compelling as the caw before dawn
Of a single bird by a lonely sea (and I praise Him).

His judgment is as severe and as true as the eyes,
Silent and staring, of the starving (and I praise Him).

His love is as wholehearted as the hurtle
And crash and spray at the waterfalls (and I praise Him).

He is as proud as the capital I’s;
Those I’s that are a crumb of his noblesse oblige (and I praise Him).

He is convincing as the silence, and as soothing.
The silence is his voice. (Tune yours with laughter or drink, and praise Him.)

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ODOP: Churls

Dunces, fools, and dullards, us city rats were called,
For we were stult and stuffed underneath
A teacher’s gaze, a caseworker’s survey,
The averted eyes of bosses
And the stares of prison guards.
This went on some generations.
This went on some millennia.
The world went round, and we went down,
It turned but never, lamented our betters, we learned.
We scarcely could grasp when they said the stars were falling and the seas were rising
Were working too deep underground
Didn’t know till walls were knocked round
(But we hear every last one of them’s drowned.)

Windy and wild, but they gave out in the end,
Submitted to our ankles in the end, licking and lapping,
In the end it washed away the grime,
Cleansed our flea-rid sores, caressed our bruises,
Scoured the cuts of many a knuckling and many a rapping and many a beating and many a flogging,
The beatings we took from our betters for not being better,
And left us stung and raw
And ready. At the end.

The sunfloods came, the hills all fell, and golddust rode the winds.
Our memories are cured since then.

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