It Happened Like This

 

(A Villanelle – 10 syllables per line.)

They conquered land before habitations —
Viridiplantae or, simply, plantae.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

Until arthropods assumed their stations
(Or, perhaps, eight-legged crustaceans).
They conquered land before habitations —

Those rude, plated pests swarmed the green nations:
An ever eating, egg laying mess — still,
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

Old root fauna demanded cessations;
And, therein, they devised a cunning skill:
They conquered land before habitations —

Placate those fleshy abominations
With sexy flowers and sweet nectar treats.
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

The bugs went wild with mushroom gyrations —
Until the Vegans collected their eats….
They conquered land before habitations —
It was swell: Oxygen fungitations.

Copyright (c) 2016 Tom Arnone

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Trip Doors

(A Pantoum)

Strange days, waiting for the sun.
Touch me — the changeling, wild child.
Land ho, Indian Summer, five to one.
Spanish caravan, Peace frog reviled.

Touch me — the changeling, wild child.
Horse latitudes, my eyes have seen you.
Spanish caravan, Peace frog reviled.
Tell all the people of Shaman’s blues.

Horse latitudes, my eyes have seen you.
Tonight you’re in for a special treat.
Tell all the people of Shaman’s blues
At the Hyacinth house on Love street.

Tonight you’re in for a special treat.
The hill dwellers light my fire
At the Hyacinth house on Love street.
(You need meat) don’t go no further.

The hill dwellers light my fire.
Land ho, Indian Summer, five to one.
(You need meat) don’t go no further.
Strange days, waiting for the sun.

Copyright (c) 2016 Tom Arnone

Snow Does Flow

(A Pantoum)

Yo, ho, snow does flow….
A rising puff of Santa.
Winds of methane blow.
Typical Jovian banter.

A rising puff of Santa.
Trading frozen diamond rain.
Typical Jovian banter.
Saturn rings but does not feign.

Trading frozen diamond rain.
Gaseous blowhards tilt and sway.
Saturn rings but does not feign.
Mars turns red; Earth blues play.

Gaseous blowhards tilt and sway,
Catching killer planetoids.
Mars turns red; Earth blues play.
What luck to be not void.

Catching killer planetoids.
Venus chokes; Mercury burns.
What luck to be not void.
On Martian dust our future turns.

Venus chokes; Mercury burns;
Winds of methane blow.
On Martian dust our future turns.
Yo, ho, snow does flow….

Copyright (c) 2016 Tom Arnone

Water Bug Love

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Melancholy water bug softly eating.
Linda rolling, endless, leaping.
Gentle passion lazily beating.
Salty apparition, silent, peeping.

Huge white horses gently blow,
Looming, ghostly white horses.
In summer breakers they surf and flow,
Beautiful, mostly complex courses.

Softly looming lazy Lin
Lifts her smooth, clog-clad fin.
Melancholy cricket clicks and hisses,
Waking, Tom, who hastily kisses.

Pungent passion water spout,
Crashing sexy lovers seeping.
Two little whatchamacallits twist and shout,
To summer Linda, swimming, reaping.

Skinny Linda gently ebbing.
Foamy spray sifts through her webbing.
Warm Tom lovingly stirring, laughing.
Fleet water beings jumping and splashing.

Eerie floating cytoplasmic forms
In pools of soupy water streams.
In pungent living sunspot storms
He cooks water bug love in the beams.

Copyright © 2005 Tom Arnone
(Revised 2009)

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Pick of the week: Beware the flying lobsters from Yuggoth!

I had no idea there were so many (apparently) living H.P. Lovecraft devotees still lingering and shambling about the planet — waiting for signs and/or instructions from the Great Old Ones, the Outer (Elder) Gods and their minions such as Cthulhu and Yog-Sothoth (from beyond space and time). They’ve been busy, it seems, creating frightening, old-style silent film versions of Lovecraft’s stories: “The Call of Cthulhu” and “The Whisperer in Darkness,” respectively. If anything, these films (I only watched, “The Call of Cthulhu”) helped re-animate memories of that period in my life when I was totally immersed in Lovecraft’s literary dimension of mad mountain chains, impossible architecture, hybrid, insane monstrosities — and, of course, a host of abominable dead things that do not die….

“That is not dead which can eternal lie,
and with strange aeons even death may die.”

Copyright (c) H.P. Lovecraft, “The Nameless City,” 1921
Composed by Abdul Alhazred, a mad poet of Sanaá, in Yemen, who is said to have flourished during the period of the Ommiade caliphs, circa 700 A.D.

The Outsider And Others

Click here for cover photo attribution….

Pick of the week: Beware the flying lobsters from Yuggoth!
SALON.COM | AUGUST 2, 2012

Marissa Mayer enters the Yahoo pressure cooker

I truly hope she (Marissa Mayer) does something miraculous. I’ve been disappointed with Yahoo since the infamous GeoCities holocaust (where thousands of websites were obliterated from existence). GeoCities should have, at least, been saved and designated an Internet landmark. What a loss of history (save for the remnants contained within the Internet Archive). That was the beginning of the end as far as I was concerned. You can’t even add WebRing code to Yahoo groups. It’s those (little?) things that push people away….

GeoCities 410 Error

Click here to read article on CNET….

Russia’s New Censorship Law Diminishes the Entire Internet

Encourage and support the establishment of a free, open and uncensored Internet wherever and whenever possible.  It is inevitable that information will (eventually) seep through the cracks inherent in any virtual walls, back-doors or national barriers.  Radio Free Europe has been doing this (successfully) since 1949….

Russian Internet Censorship Diminishes the Entire Internet
READWRITEWEB | JULY 12, 2012
Read Article Here….