Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

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The Gossip Girls

Have you seen the way she dresses?
Half slut, half bag lady.

And always with one dangling earring,
one post. Is that a gay thing?

Well, she does march in the parades.
And all that gay rights nonsense and
on and on about the homeless.

Her husband is a saint to put up with her.
If I talked that way and dressed
like a tramp, my husband would
slap some sense into me, and I’d
have it coming.

Mine would, too.

I miss the old days when we knew
what was what and who we were
supposed to be… oh, wait, sssssh…
she’s coming.

“Morning, ladies, how’s everything
with you today?”

“Fiiiiiiine.” Butter wouldn’t melt
in their mouths.

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Kim Nelson wanted poems on gossip at Poets United – check out the link and read some other poets as well. Poets U. is a wellspring of talent. Also “in the margins” at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.

PROCESS NOTES: As Alice Roosevelt Longworth said, “If you don’t have anything nice to say about others… come sit next to me.” I abhor gossips, quite possibly because I am the subject of same in some circles. Such is life lived out loud! Amy

Heads or Tails

Play or battle?

Neither realizing
both have scales
and cold blood
More things in common
than not

So it is with the game of war
played out across the globe
The US, the big fat crocodile

Everyone else worldwide
viewed by our military leaders as
slippery, needlekiller snakes

Croc’s jaws are mighty,
but venom has its own power

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Mama Zen’s Words Count prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads gave us several gorgeous scientific images by Maria Sibylla Merian. I chose this because I could not ignore the balance of this drawing; and yet, there’s also an imbalance. So size “matters,” but the lithe serpent has fangs. This could go either way. The huge, well-fed croc (America) seems to have control over the snake (pick a country), but will that be the end? Or shall the snake morph into Medusa, exacting her own revenge… or quagmire?  As a tiny scale on that croc, I wish I had some sway, some say, over who the hell is grinding our military jaws in MY name.  Both let go, everybody wins.  Aren’t we above animal games?

NOTES ON ILLUSTRATOR: Ms. Merian was a woman ahead of her time. She traveled (with her daughter and – GASP! – no male guardian) in 1699 to South America to illustrate wildlife. Click on the “Toads” link to see more of her artwork, which is all public domain. The name of her insect collection, published in 1705, is Metamorphosis Insectorum Surinamensium; however, this is obviously from another collection.

Also posted at my snake-free swamp (in the very best M*A*S*H sense of the word), Poets United.  Peace, Amy