By Ken Gosse
Cat on a Mat
Have you ever had that kind of a cat who leaves a dead bird on your welcome mat and sometimes, perhaps, a nasty dead rat? He’s trying to tell you, wherever you’re at, “I love you, and though I may be a bit fat, I hope you love me. Please keep feeding me.” - Cat
His Doctoral Dissipation
Catachresis would tear at the heart of his thesis; his hunger for words brought out slavish caprices. Reviewers berated its difficult gleaning as each word concurred but with some other meaning. Apostrophes often implied aphaeresis. A backbone so weak it would need arthrodesis. His abstract rejected in thousands of pieces.
Trimming the Fat
What slashes you more than the blade of a fencer and hammers you more than a football defenser? What addles your brain like a toddy dispenser and gives you more pain than a calf-muscle tensor? What smashes more words than a digest condenser whose mystical powers grow ever immenser? The talents required by an author’s extensor: the runcible wiles of an editor’s censor.
An Enigma Wrapped in Ridicule
a Fibonacci poem
Two roads diverged in a wood; with intentions good, I took just one—that’s all I could. Someday hence, with a sigh, many who are passing by will recite and proclaim, by and by, that it made a difference—and that they know why! Whichever path my footsteps trip, I might end up like good old Rip, asleep where’er I chose to lie—an enigma, laughed at by passers by.
Words of a Feather
Soft rhymes with oft’ and heather with feather— they make a nice verse if you put them together. Quite often you’ll soften fierce storms at the time if you use the right words, blending verses with rhyme and perhaps someone there in the dark of despair will find cause to elope with the joy we call hope.
Ken Gosse usually writes short, rhymed verse using whimsy and humor in traditional meters. First published in First Literary Review–East in November 2016, since then in The Offbeat, Pure Slush, Parody, Home Planet News Online, Sparks of Calliope and others. Raised in the Chicago, Illinois, suburbs, now retired, he and his wife have lived in Mesa, AZ, over twenty years.
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