The poetry book for people with not only imagination, but re-imagination.

Updated: Aug 19, 2019



Acting director of U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services Ken Cuccinelli has taken a lot of flak for reimagining the poem inscribed on the base of the Statue of Liberty.


When asked if “give me your tired, your poor,” was part of the American ethos, he said yes, then revised it to “give me your tired and your poor who can stand on their own two feet and who will not become a public charge.”


Cruel? Yes. Insensitive? Absolutely. Trumpian? Assuredly.


But good? It doesn't even make the cut in the new Famous Poetry Re-imagined from the Trump White House which should be out my Christmas. Printed in China, but with no tariffs we can all buy it.


Some "re-imagined" excerpts.


•from William Shakespeare;

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day

And would that be a summer’s day three-hundred years ago

before the earth started boiling; if not, then

can I compare thee to maybe late spring, Say...um... May 8? Around noon?


•two from Robert Frost:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

But I wouldn’t have if Congress could pass an

infrastructure bill and fix these damn roads


and


The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But some clear-cutting should take care of that

With lots of LEDs Think of the visibility then!


•from Alan Ginsberg:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness,

And I saw the worst mind of my generation in the White House.

Of course I howled. Wouldn’t you!


•two from e e cummings:

since feeling is first

who pays any attention

to the syntax of things

will never be confused with

Kellyanne Conway


and


Buffalo Bill’s

defunct

so is most of the presidential cabinet

and White House staff

and almost every diplomat

thoughIhear

thelandscapersaredoingokay


•from Carl Sandburg:

Hog Butcher for the World,

Toolmaker, stacker of wheat

Sounds like the makings of a nice pork sandwich

and don’t skimp on the applesauce!


•from Emily Dickinson:

“Hope” is the thing with feathers -

That perches in the soul -

That doesn’t mean it gets to hide on the

Endangered Species list anymore


from Robert Burns

O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.

"Wait," the president said.

"Luve" is spelled wrong,

What's with the "e"?


from Henry David Thoreau

If a man does not keep pace with his companions,

perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer.

Or perhaps it is because he hears his wife yelling,

"Who the hell is Stormy Daniels?"


•from Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

Water, water, everywhere, and all the boards did shrink

Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink

So you can’t boil it first?

Newark? Flint? I'm talking to you.


•from William Wordsworth:

“I wandered lonely as a cloud

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

And I said what a spot for a Starbucks.


•from William Butlet Yeats

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Why that’s no rough beast,

that’s Donald Trump...in his second coming—

slouching toward the eighth hole,

and then on to Bethlehem...

Pennsylvania

A swing state


•from William Carlos Williams

so much depends

upon


a red wheel

barrow

and the emolument clause

and the hidden tax returns

and the Mueller investigation,

and the accusations of sexual misconduct

and...no...never mind.

Nothing depends on them...

or on the red wheelbarrow


from Edgar Allan Poe

Quoth the raven, nevermore,

Or don’t quoth the raven

Teach the raven to tweet

and people will think he has a brain.

I can provide an example.





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