Poem a day for 22 April 2015: bad to bone or meteor

Celestial Whirlpool. Photo by Robert Rath from Robert's website.

During NaPoWriMo in 2013 and 2014 I wrote poems from a bunch of words after plugging a phrase or sentence into an online anagram generator.

I decided it was time for another one. I entered the phrase 'poem a day number twenty-one' and it offered 65,218 possibilities (the number was higher than expected because the results incorporated repeated phrases in batches of four). After weeding out the duplicates I rescued a poem from the final word pool; it turned out to be a tragic randy man story.

When I was posting, I realised that today was the 22 April, not the 21, but I wasn't about to go through the process again!


bad to bone or meteor

        A pure new moon: portent.
Remote town and port
uptown poet Romeo
true eye to tempt women
porno preen renown.
        A pure new moon: omen.
Men mutter, erupt
woe to you, you wormy runt
no more your wooer moment
your puny ween and rutty trumpet
wet our women,
try our temper.
        A pure new moon: potent power.
Women warn Romeo
to uproot or repent;
mount no more!
rue your unworn women!
run, you torment, run!
Poor pet Romeo:
men put rope on a tree.
Pretty Romeo prone
now torn, mute.
        New moon, new tone. A meteor.
Women weep, troop to nunnery, weep.
Men toot:
no monument to your rotten rump;
none to mourn your twopenny poetry;
your empty tenure now a mere memory.

Posted by Jennifer Liston