Cornucopia
(A Collection Of Poems)
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I
She’s the official hostess of the harbor,
A mere one-hundred-five years old.
The significant other is named Columbus,
And he’s known to be quite bold.
Having recently endured a face-lift,
She’s as ready as ever she’ll be.
A hollow copper-skinned statue,
A symbol of Freedom & Peace.
Though bride and groom have never met,
They’re headed straight for the pew.
A mixed marriage of importance,
Twixt the Old World and the New.
The groom is paying for the wedding,
There are no per-nuptials involved.
A trousseau for The Statue of Liberty,
Is really quite a howl.
(See II… III… IV…)
ON JACKSON SQUARE
Somewhere between
The St. Louis Cathedral
And those muddy banks
Of the great Mississippi,
Jazzed up Dixieland
Musicians, raise high
Their soulful horns.
They do a double forte
On a stately old square,
As loud, unruly, brass
Bands blare, a syncopated,
New Orleans-style,
Dixieland jazz.
MADONNA’S PURPLE BRA
A “Rotary Club Donation,”
It is gua-ran-teed to sell.
Autographed by Madonna,
Its value is hard to tell.
Sold at a charity auction,
This one is a better buy.
It’s the envy of collectors,
It’s really quite a prize.
It’s colored black & purple,
It’s sensuous and it’s raw.
Her fans are a scurrying.
For “Madonna’s Purple Bra.”
THE GORBACHEV SHUFFLE
Old men in business suits,
Young women wearing high heels,
A large surging crowd,
With a monstrous zeal.
American people applauding,
Mile after mile,
Mr. Gorbachev pumping hands,
With a full, broad, smile.
BARBARA BUSH PEARLS
Fashionable new pearls
For women of grace
Designer jewels
For women of taste
ELVIS
A truly renegade aroma of amber musk,
A manly spirit, you will learn to trust.
A ”Kingly” scent that just arrived,
A warm new fragrance that smells
sublime.
A BUTTERY SALUTE
All the troops glistening bright and shimmery …
In buttery-rich yellowy hues.
Five butter sculptures, heads erect,
Hands held up in salute
Five bust-size military figures.
Some sculptor had a lot of gall.
A buttery salute to American troops.
Five soldiers brave and tall.
THE OSCAR MAYER WIENERMOBILE
I
Built on a Chevy van chassis,
It's a hot-dog-in-a bun.
The Oscar Mayer Wienermobile
Sure is a whole lot of fun.
It's “The Pied Piper” of sausages,
And it sure is a curious sight.
Giving a whole new meaning to fast-food
For forty-somethings and kiddies alike.
It rides just like a “Wieniebago,”
It's designed to truly astound.
Decorated in two-tone-hot-dog,
Flesh colored and toasted bun brown
(2....3... - 6)
COMPUTER CREATURE
Evolving whole new species-creatures,
Mimicking actual bi-o-lo-gi-cal life.
It's a coded set of instructions,
Made of bits and megabytes.
It's a Dr. Ray-created program.
Tierra is complete with its own gene bank.
Selected creatures are chosen,
They're classed then coded and ranked.
Undergoing spontaneous genetic changes,
Tierra creatures rapidly bloom.
Bearing offspring of “Ones”and “Zeroes,”
And born from a computer's womb.
(2..., 3...)
NEW KIDS
Teenage heartthrobs who steal young hearts.
You'll get yours early, if you're really smart.
Includes a quarter-ounce coin of pure silver-mint,
Donning a kiddie-bopper logo that is heaven sent.
There's “Danny,” Donnie,” “Jonathan,” “Jordan” and “Joe,”
In a storybook format at Department Stores.
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About the Book
Dedicated to the American consumer, Cornucopia is a retrospect glimpse inside the American psyche. A look at ourselves that we cannot afford to turn away from. It is a social and cultural exposé going backward through time and space to a conspicuous world of the past where the foundations of world geopolitics shifted on fault lines, wholly, unfamiliar to us. When the Berlin Wall came crumbling down and Mikhail Gorbachev, President of The Soviet Union, trekked to the United States, hat in hand, and commingled with everyday Americans, while Raisa Gorbachev shopped inside our grocery stores. Taken together, the sum of this cornucopias is greater than its parts. The implications for America’s future are dire. Thirty years from now The Planet Earth may be devastated by climate changes triggered by our in-actions of today. But it’s not too late. The network of relationships making a coherent whole existing between individuals and groups all over the globe, is resilient. I have employed a form of literature that uses aesthetic and rhythmic qualities of language in order to create a parallax, as it were, back into our not so distant past so that through it we may be able to project more clearly into the future.
About the Author
Ernest Porter grew up in Cleveland, Ohio and graduated from Glenville High School. Ernest soon began studies at Columbia University in New York City. Although he did not graduate from Columbia, he earned Associate of Arts and Associate of Science degrees, at Cleveland’s Tri-C Cuyahoga Community College (Metropolitan Campus) where he was designated a National Dean’s List Scholar by then acting Dean Of Students, Dr. Larry Brisker; a designation that ranked Ernest in the top one-half percent of all college students in the United States for his actions to advance the cause of aspiring Tri-C students who wanted to become physicians. He is a proud member of The Organization of Black Screenwriters, based in California, and still resides in Cleveland. He writes Sci-Fi and horror.