Poems 2007

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Henry Five, a July night –
Although cool, a real delight!
Friendly folk, relaxed and loose
Thanks to Steve, I’m here ‘toose’ –

Oh, oh, oh, before I go
Pontoon well, or next year no mo!

– Richard, I, Steve Kulm’s Uncle

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Our Servant

Glory Be Our Servant John,
Who Shakes and Shakes and Shakes again
Till we all a’peare’ in Bloomington

– Steve Kulm

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Achin’ for an Agincourt

In a Springfield Mausoleum lies a man torn
For he does not know how to mourn,
For a Party whose next leader is not born

– Steve Kulm

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I’ve never been to Bloomington
But here I am, new friends and son
And brother, too, and dear old Will
My heart
My heart
My heart be still

– Nora Kulm

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To New Lows
A Toasting Sonnet On the Occasion
of the Half Off Weekend

You meant well, Wm., we know. Yet: Oh, O!
The fault, dear artist, is not in your fine verse,
But sweat and wine do mix not well with BOH
Boh BOH boh BOH Boh BOH – and worse,

When adverbs, gerunds, subjects as shook soda
Do seem, and odd placed verbs are, juices sap,
Or tempest brains, which even follow Yoda
Not could, sink into a mid-summer’s nap.

Once more unto those seats, dear bard? My ass!
The thought of Love’s Labor Lost brings high panic.
Still: Mirth we’ll make; we’ll answers Match; we’ll sass
Ludqueeg on his personal Titanic.

So pistachio mustachioed, do
Vessels hoist now we: We few. We happy few.

– Y.O.S. (Your Obedient Servant)
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Bryku

Lost in Bloomington
Hungry as Bryan Schneider
Where’s the Taco Bell?

– Beth Hage
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Song Entry

La dee dotti.
I like biscotti.
La dee dotti.
Dotti.

– Beth Hage

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Bryan
Charles Nelson Reilly
Paul Lynde
Bryan
Thurston Howell II

– John K
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Friday
(awaited anticipated)
(Amusing, Imbibing, Word
Rhyming)
(Balmy, dew-kissed, humid, sun scorched)
(nitpicking, nay saying, pancaking,)
(rumpled, bedraggled)
(Sunday)

– Deb
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BRYKU (untitled although I had considered Man & His Blender)

Molto Bryan! The
mixologist supremo;
Le frappé savant.

– Elizabeth

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