Asymmetric poem trading on each of the letters of two Shakespeare quotes.
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Hamlet and Ariel.

Asymmetric poem using all letters of the quote below taken from the Irish poet's “POLITICS”

asymetric poem using each letter of excerpted Yeats' poem "THE SECOND COMING"

OVERCOMING RETHUGLICANISM:
THE WAY AND ITS MEANS,
A PRIMER FOR FUTURE DEMOCRATIC LEADERS

BY TSZE SZE
ANNOTATED BY AXLE W. RYN

My favorite? Part 7

'The Master said, "RETHUGLICAN(S) are all of the opinion, `we give sage advice.' But, as (they) are pressed for answers (they) are driven into traps, nets, and pitfalls. (They) will be unable to extricate themselves. Yet, (they) squeal, `we give sage advice.' But, let (them) try. A RETHUGLICAN could not keep to the "WAY" for an easy month.'

TSZE SZE'S COMMENTARY ON COFUCIUS' GREAT LEARNING.

or,

"CONFUCIUS FOR RETHUGLICANS" BY AXLE W. RYN

LEGGE TRANSLATED AS "DOCTRINE OF THE MEAN"

POUND TRANSLATED AS "THE UN-WOBBLING PIVOT"

ongoing translation of Part 1-3 of Tsze Sze...I work contemporary references where appropriate, hence, President Clinton, Rethuglicans, etc. enjoy.

subtitle changed from ...("It's not too late, Rethuglicans) to ("Whip It") For any Rethuglicans out there...it's not too late for a change of heart...look inside...root out any Authoritarian tendencies...and...

and down the dizzying Vortex we go...where we stop nobody knows...
down,
down, down...

Recite: HUM BOM BUSH!
Guaranteed to make you smile?

I remember Allen Ginsberg sitting amongst the bookshelves and then he recites HUM BOM! at Shakespeare & Co. in NYC; and Iran/Contra was the sub-text, so I added my additional "Bush" bombs to his poem.

By the third stanza I'm cracked-up.  
Recite! For your pleasure.
Betcha' can't get through Section 2. without cracking.
By the end? Ain't it sad?

We've gone from "Cowboy Diplomacy" to "Paris Hilton Diplomacy."

Hum! Bom! Bush!

But, O! it's all so much worse. The humanity! The absurdity!
And down we go.
The Vortex opens at our feet down,
down,
down...
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some dream of death and neo-con charade being such we parade forward and back through time repeating what? IN A VORTEX, sucked down revealing a strange congruence of dead, dead reporters, dead lies, dead, dead, empty to emptier stillness and then see dream phoenix rising? what? what? rebirth? in polity? in poetry? or,

the dead being buried are to us now a future hope as the totally discredited neo-con agenda is revealed like so many thousand points of light, heheheheh! and across the crumbling, cliff the likes of which...have...been...seen...before...the neo-con's are dead, dead I tell 'ya!

and down we go..where we stop nobody knows.
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Ben?

Yet
Ere the season died a-cold
Borne upon a zephyr's shoulder
I rose through the aureate sky
                            CHENEY BUSH guard thy rest
                           NIXON ever be thy guest,
Has he tempered the viol's wood
To enforce both the grave and the acute?
Has he curved us the bowl of the lute?
                           

With Bushco hath no man a house of good stone
each block cut smooth and well fitting
that design might cover their face,

with Bushco.
hath no man a painted paradise on his church wall
harpes et luthes
or where virgin receiveth message
and halo projects from incision,