Still life by Leopold Stoll‘Bird of Prey’ by Raymond Gallucci The Society July 5, 2021 Humor, Poetry 9 Comments . In present, past and future, My parrot’s quite a moocher. She’ll eat whatever suits her __No matter whose it is. If what you’re eating tempts her, There’s nothing that preempts her From thinking that it’s meant for __Her own aperitif. Or if her fellow parrot Is munching on a carrot, She has no qualm to ferret __Away into her dish. My parrot’s quite the cutie— Considers it her duty To confiscate as booty __Whatever is her wish. . . Raymond Gallucci is a retired Professional Engineer who has been writing poetry since 1990. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses Paul Freeman July 5, 2021 This poem’s very funny, it made the world feel sunny and was as sweet as honey – I loved the title, too. Reply Gail July 5, 2021 Likewise. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant July 5, 2021 Mr. Gallucci, this fine and funny poem is a masterclass in literary hilarity. Top-notch rhyming skills add to the amusing subject matter to give a much needed dose of medicinal laughter during troubled times, and I thank you wholeheartedly for the giggle! Great fun! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant July 5, 2021 … also, I adore the picture. Thank you, Evan! Reply BRIAN YAPKO July 5, 2021 This fun poem is a real charmer! Reply Raymond Gallucci July 5, 2021 Thanks to all who enjoyed it. Reply David Watt July 7, 2021 Your poem is highly entertaining and the rhyme scheme ties the stanzas neatly together. Reply BDW July 13, 2021 as per Ira “Dweeb” Scule: Mr. Gallucci’s feminine rhymes are excellent, but I most like the rhyme pair “it is/aperitif”. Hey, do you have a poem on science, science fiction, skepticism, cynicism, or history you could include here? Reply Ray Gallucci July 21, 2021 Those are many of my main themes in poetry. A pair of fairly recent science/sci-fi publications are below. If you’re really interested, I published all my poems up through 2000 in “No Rhyme? No Reason!,” available in paperback from Amazon. COLERIDGE – WELL(S) MET (First stanza reproduced from Coleridge’s classic poem “Kubla Khan.” Remainder based on Wells’ classic novel “The Time Machine.”) “In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea.” And in this Subterrania Lived Morlocks with a mania For breeding Eloi innocent As source of Morlock nourishment. But then The Traveler through Time Arrived and made that downward climb To show the Eloi they need not End up in Morlocks’ stewing pot. And in this future chose to dwell, Believing here he might excel By teaching Eloi of the past, Forgotten since the global blast. (Published as “Well[s] Met” in STAR*LINE, Spring 2021, No. 44.2, p. 33) MOON TOO SOON? (Written in reflection on the 50th anniversary of Apollo 11 and the first walk on the Moon, July 20, 1969) From very beginning, when tragedy struck, If Moon race we’re winning, knew needed some luck. With Soviet Union already ahead, There was no disputing – three astronauts dead. Apollo’s first capsule, pure oxygen-filled Became deadly trap due to fire that killed. Though Russians had suffered from same flawed design, No knowledge was proffered. Both nations flew blind. The engineers back to the drawing board went, Full knowing they had to design reinvent. They rushed the new version since Russians had planned A lunar excursion with Luna unmanned. And while Luna crashed on the surface below, Apollo Eight fashioned unique Christmas show. No longer in doubt who would now win the race Before year is out to save Kennedy’s face. And so with Eleven we walked on the Moon. But did piece of heaven we conquer too soon? Now fifty years later, we’ve never gone back. So what did we race for, just chance to talk smack? Some say it was worth it, for knowledge we gained. But others still curse it, politically framed. No bother debating, for long in the past. It’s Mars that’s now waiting. Let’s go there at last. (Published in FULLOSIA PRESS, Vernal Equinox, April 1, 2021, http://rpps_fullosia_press.tripod.com/2021_FP/april_showers.htm) Reply Leave a Reply to BDW Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.