Monday, April 25, 2016

 

Poetry in Purple

There were some great haiku last Friday on a subject never covered before: Prince.

Fan fave the Medievalist offered this one:

Now doves are crying,
The great purple one is gone,
In his red Corvette.


Rene had a good story:

When I met him,me
In flight goddess guise,Hulk Hogan
His body guard,mouthpiece,

He wore violet
Knickers,& lavender poet
Shirt. "PRINCE would like a

Coke," Hulk said. Prince had
Eyelashes coated with gunk.
He was petite. This vignette

Rubbed me the wrong way.
So I did not make myself
Vulnerable to his music.


So did David Best:

Jehova's Witness,
few knew he was. But one day
he knocked on their door.

They were orthodox Jews,
it was Yom Kippur, but they
were fans, pleased to talk.

Love as faith and love
as sex, the metaphors mixed
freely for this man.


But my favorite was this, from "Anonymous:"

Heartbreak Hill mantra
April, nineteen eighty five
I would die 4 you.



Comments:
awww! Thanks!! I'm going to go out and party like it's 1999!
 
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