Monday, April 12, 2010

Poem Starting with a Line From Norman Dubie: The Czar's Last Christmas Letter

Now that I am no longer Czar
I can take pleasure
knowing that ours
was the finest hour

Our horses ran the fastest
our armies were the bravest
our women moaned soprano
the world knew none like us

But now these striking peasants
cannot tell clams from caviar
they rape and burn like devils
and cause a wrath of hell

Wishing you and yours a Happy 1918,

Nick

~ J. D. Mackenzie

(inspired by NaPoWriMo Day #13 prompt Poem Starting with a Line From Norman Dubie)

13 comments:

  1. Vive la revolution... but take that wall down ASAP...
    At least they seemed to understand that it was, after all, just a process, with a beginning and an end.
    Happy 2553 - Songkhran, Thailand's new year (on the Buddhist calendar).

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  2. I also read 'The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter'. Not quite so upbeat as yours!

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  3. You have some great lines in here..."love the women moaned soprano" and "cannot tell clams from caviar."

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  4. I also love the line about the women moaning soprano!

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  5. Love especially that second stanza.

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  6. This was super J.D. smart witty and tight writing,very good. …keep the NaPoWriMo 2010 energy flowin’…
    …rob
    Image & Verse

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  7. Wow, great poem! I also love the line about women moaning soprano, clever!

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  8. JDM,
    Excellent poem! I also like the line about women moaning soprano.
    Pamela

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  9. the lightness of a revolution where only in retrospect can be of take over humor... poem...

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  10. Fidel likes it...and so do I...thanks for the words

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  11. Great job! Love the images and the rhythm of it! Playful in a black-humor sort of way...
    Cathy McG

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  12. This is so smart and clever. How dare those peasants!

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  13. I, of course, a newcomer to this blog, but the author does not agree

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