Poetic Pete
Come Peruse Poetic Pete’s Poems!
Poetic Pete™, a.k.a. Peter Karplus, author of Dancing with Fear, Rejection, Doubt, and Hope.
In this second book of poetry he explores both the personal and the
political arenas of life using free verse, haiku, iambic, and rhyme
with an amazingly sensitive understanding dipped
in his own brand of humor. Making dedications to those people in his
life whom have held special meaning for him, and expressing his
thoughts on the change the world has experienced because of 9/11/01.
As a conclusion, Poetic Pete™ proudly presents to the world his new
form of word poems. Cohesive poems "framed" (created) from word lists
chosen by each poem recipient giving the poem that added personal
twist, hence their name Frame-Word™ Poems. These poems exhibit his
literary abilities at their comedic best. The following preview is a
Frame-Word™ Poem. Requests for Frame-Word™ Poems can be placed through
FrameWordPoetry.com.
Poetic Pete™, a.k.a. Peter Karplus, author of Dancing with Fear, Rejection, Doubt, and Hope, born and raised in California,
has had to live with Cerebral Palsy since birth and suffers from
Epilepsy. He finds poetry to be a versatile tool in expressing his
thoughts and feelings. Moreover, verse unleashes his quick
intelligence, which goes unseen by strangers, because of their first
impressions from his slow speech, poor coordination, and bent “book
cover” body. Peter’s range of personal experiences, knowledge, and
understanding bring a distinctive and perceptive special sensitivity,
and sense of fun or folly to his poetry.
Also available by this author:
www.karplus.net – Dancing With Fear, Rejection, Doubt and Hope.
Words Supplied by Recipient: fairy, throw-up, canter, dental floss, brownie, twinkle, mail box, croak, skip, llama, George W. Bush, dance, tip-toe, rose petals, Sadaam Hussein, nose, gallop, fishery, nunnery, Trent Lott
Llamas Wearing Pajamas
For Alex(andra)
Like llamas wearing pajamas,
George W. Bush thinks Sadaam Hussien is insane.
Georgey-porgey tip-toes his way in,
Playing with commas.
Eyes look on like fairies,
Little twinkles, prancing, galloping, and dancing
Never quite nosing in
On life’s fishery.
Up on his white horse,
Horse of Democracy, cantering around,
Makes me croak, skip a beat,
No brownie points here found.
Nothing but throw-up would be worse.
It sticks in my teeth like dental floss.
Will Trent Lott soon join the party?
No way, not in a nunnery,
Rose petals
