I'm usually so respectable, right? Nah, not even my kids believe that. In the 1990s, when I was writing stand-up and other comedy, I was also a regular in the underground poetry world of Toronto and Hamilton. Ironically, most of my publications were in England and the US.
Here is a sample of published poetry. Some is subversive. Some is sweet.
In another post, I'll talk about the deconstruction a U of Toronto class did of SAILAWAY. I was...admittedly...astounded at how profound they thought I had been (when I actually hadn't. Irony alert here.)
Schools are free to copy these, with appropriate credit given.
ENVY
by Melodie Campbell
(Published in Parnasus Literary Journal)
She has
Eight-hundred dollar business suits
A nifty Japanese sports car
Trips to Europe
And twenty-seven different outfits for just the
Right Occasion.
I have
A closet full of Fleece
A beat-up station wagon
Trips to the Pediatrician
And twenty-seven different cleaners for getting
grass stains out of corduroy.
She has
A charge account at Sak's
A heavy date for Saturday night
An off-white living room you could go blind in
And several friends of the 'Beautiful' variety
you can take anywhere and maintain your credibility.
I have
A charge account at Walmart
A laundry date for Saturday night
A kid-approved family room you could go deaf in
And several off-spring of the 'exhuberant' variety
you can't take anywhere and maintain your sanity.
She says she'd give anything for my life.
I say she's nuts.
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SAILAWAY
by Melodie Campbell
(Published in The Lyric. Studied in the University of Toronto post-graduate English program.)
Come with me on a sail at sea
Across the tide and away
Where foreign shores and yachting chores
Shall mark the close of day.
Come with me on a sail at sea
To the dawn of time and back
Through calm of night and morning light
Our sails will take the slack
Come with me on a sail at sea
The Main is a briny bower
We'll climb to heights of seafull flight
And soar on waves for hours.
Come with me on a sail at sea
We'll ride out the roughest weather
Then you'll be mine till the end of time
And I'll be yours forever.
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CYANIDE
by Melodie Campbell
(Winner of the Poetry division of the Murder, Mayhem and Macabre Literary Award)
You say my cooking's ghastly
I'm useless on my back
I never read a paper
And besides, I'm getting fat.
You call this match unequal
On that, I must agree
For now you're dead upon the floor
And I am finally free.
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CAT AMONG THE PIGEONS
by Melodie Campbell
(Published in Candelabrum Poetry Magazine, under a different title)
Coliseum cat
Streak of silver in sun
Walks the ruins, with
Caesar's ghost.
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FOREST GRAPEVINE
by Melodie Campbell
(Published in The Lyric)
Leaves, leaves!
Dance in the breeze
Whispering secrets to neighbouring trees
(Scandalous bits on the birds and the bees.)
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Cyanide is great, of course, but I think my favourite is the more whimsical Forest Grapevine.
ReplyDeleteBut then my idea of great poetry is The Walrus and the Carpenter.
I love W and C! And The Highwayman. And The Cremation of Sam Magee (I bet that doesn't surprise you.) A lot of great poetry these days is in song lyrics.
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