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  • mistermuse 12:01 am on April 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , Tower of Babel, Wicked Witch of the West, Wizad of Oz   

    THE WICKED WHICH OF BEGETS* 

    Which is more naïve (naïver?) —
    to believe poetry that rings true
    ….or….
    to be a true believer?

    Which takes more courageous thinking —
    to whistle in the dark of faith
    ….or….
    to face reality without blinking?

    Which lays more cards on the table —
    the persuasion  of the power of babble
    ….or….
    the allegory of The Tower of Babel?

    Which is the bigger cancer —
    the answer that brooks no questions
    ….or….
    the questions that beget no answer?

    *with apologies to The Wicked Witch of the West (played by the late Margaret Hamilton in THE WIZARD OF OZ). In addition to her film career, it seems that Hamilton was also (according to Wikipedia) a Sunday School teacher in the 1950s, which carries my apologies beyond my title-play-on-words to the poem itself. May her Maker be as real as the great and powerful Wizard was a humbug, and more wonderful than the “whiz of a wiz” who Dorothy and her friends were told they’d see at the end of the yellow brick road:

     

     

     
    • arekhill1 9:51 am on April 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      I Have always believed the Wicked Witch of the West to be deeply misunderstood. Her sister was murdered and that sibling’s shoes were stolen while colorfully dressed little people danced on her grave, yet we attribute the Green One’s desire for vengeance solely to wickedness? Another example of history being written by the winners. What a world, what a world.

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    • mistermuse 10:36 am on April 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Every plot needs a bad guy (or gal), or there would be no story. Where would religion be without a Devil to blame for everything that has gone wrong with creation? No Wicked Witch, no wonderful Wizard of Oz; no Devil, no good God; no good God, no religion.

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    • Cynthia Jobin 11:46 am on April 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      It’s a treat to encounter more unusual rhymes: naïver/believer and cancer/answer…because, because, because, because beCAUSE!

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    • mistermuse 3:45 pm on April 20, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Thank God (or others equally unknown) for my flair for rhyming light verse, otherwise I’d be the poet-equivalent of a bad wizard (in the manner of the Wizard of Oz’s response when Dorothy called him a very bad man: “Oh, no, my dear. I’m not a very bad man. I’m just a very bad wizard.”)

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    • Don Frankel 7:57 am on April 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      You know I’m watching this clip and like everyone else I’ve seen it countless times but I just realized something. That dog there Toto, never gets enough credit. I mean she hits her mark all the time. She dances along with everyone else and unlike the rest of the characters she doesn’t need anything. She’s not complaining and she never pees on anyone’s leg either. She looks well almost Presidential.

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    • mistermuse 9:12 am on April 22, 2016 Permalink | Reply

      Excellent point, Don….and to think Toto did all that and only got $125 a week in dog food, which probably wasn’t much more than chicken feed compared to Lassie’s pay. I think Toto definitely deserves to be rated higher than 13th on the following list of film dogs:
      http://boingydog.com/the-25-most-famous-dogs-in-tv-and-movie-history/

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  • mistermuse 5:32 am on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: fable, , , , , oysters, pearls, , raindrops, , Tower of Babel   

    CULTURED PEARLS 

    It is time to take time with the poets and listen to the raindrops, time to read again the myth of the Tower of Babel, and to rediscover the lessons of entropy in everyday life.
    –Leonidas Petrakis, research scientist

    It is time to take time
    With poets like me
    And listen to the raindrops
    The clouds have set free

    And read once again
    Of the Tower of Babel
    And rediscover the myth
    Of the gods of fable

    And learn the lessons
    Of whatever that means
    And remember that more
    May be less than it seems

    And so forth and so on
    And just one more thing….
    The world is your oyster
    And I am your King.

     

     
    • Don Frankel 6:13 am on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I regret to inform you My Lord, that I don’t eat Oysters.

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    • mistermuse 6:39 am on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Neither does my wife, Don, but I’m still her Lord and Master (just don’t tell her I said that, as I don’t want to be thrown out into the raindrops that are coming down like crazy this morning).

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 2:24 pm on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      If the world is your oyster, then where is your Pearl?
      mistermuse, I liked this poem very much. I once had a string of cultured pearls but later gave them and the matching pearl earrings to my daughter. It is her birthstone along with the Alexandrite. I had a ring for her with a stone of this purple color. However, at an away volleyball game she gave it to her coach “to hold on to.”
      Somehow it got “lost. The janitor searched after the game. I waited 45 minutes for a cop to show up. We searched the gym again. I had to go to the tiny Morrow Police Dept and file an insurance claim. I swear that officer was one of two and their office was in the basement of the court building. I liked the hot water heater placed there. The office had great ambience for a farming town.”
      Oh, and you are the King of Poetry…at least for now. 🙂

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    • mistermuse 6:44 pm on August 31, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      According to my poem, the world is your (the reader’s) oyster. I am but your humble King….so humble, it seems, that I am at pearl – I mean peril – of having liberties taken with what I say. But I forgive you – this King business isn’t what it’s cracked up to be anyway.

      Also, I should explain to other readers that Morrow is a small town in Ohio. The reason you have to go to Morrow is because to Morrow never comes (to you).

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    • arekhill1 10:04 am on September 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I enjoyed your proclamation, El Muse Real. Also I think “Lessons of Entropy” would make an excellent name for an alternative rock band with a small but intensely philosophical following.

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    • mistermuse 1:46 pm on September 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Gracias, Ricardo. Re the “small but intensely philosophical following,” I thought that’s what I had here.
      I’m not into alternative rock, but maybe I could start a classic jazz band called “Lessons of Entropy.” Or maybe not.

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    • Michaeline Montezinos 9:41 pm on September 3, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      My father in law said I was a philosopher once, Does that count, mistermuse? I like that name for for classic jazz band, “Lessons of Entropy.” I had to look up the word entropy in my dictionary. At least I am building my vacabulary, oh King of poetry.

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    • mistermuse 10:35 pm on September 4, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Of course it counts, Michaeline. If this blog didn’t have philosophical followers, it probably wouldn’t have any at all!

      As for starting a classic jazz band, I’d better stick to my King gig. At my age, I shouldn’t take on more than one job, and as Mel Brooks said, “It’s good to be the King.”

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