O

This three-page poem only uses one vowel.

 

O

 

Look for old books

tools for monks or schools

not throngs of morons or fools

 

Books of logs, songs, or plots

so good for both

lords of gold crowns, poor folk, or common crowds.

Short books for cool schoolboys

Long plots for old croons.

 

Books of doom or gloom

Of hollows or ghosts

who morph, roll, or stomp on tombs

To spook

Boys not grown too old

 

Books of Lord God

of monk’s cloth smocks

fond of bold, non-stock fonts

Words of comfort, joy, or

Sorrow soon forgot.

 

Cookbooks for moms or pops

To cook bowls of food

Cow, pork, or fowl

Good hot or cold

For spoon or fork

 

Books of old, long plots

told to tots.

Of swords, trolls

Worts, orcs

Gowns, crowns

Hoods, moors.

 

Books of booms, shots, bombs, crooks.

Tom blows down doors

robs from shops

Holds lots of loot

worth tons of gold

Two pro cops

Don Johnson, Otto Goodson

both born for bold jobs

Shoot for Tom

Tom bolts down blocks

Two cops shoot Tom down.

Tom folds, scowls, howls

Blood drops down to

forms pools of color.

Shows boys

How not to do wrong.

 

Books for long, slow morns

Crows roost on tops of corn crops

Honk to mock dogs who howl for moon.

Horn owls hooting from wood lofts

Frogs hop from pond to pond

Hogs root for rows of slop

Tocks of clocks from old rooms

Moms comb soft, blond locks

scold sons who forgot to do schoolwork

 

Books of old north woods

Spot cods’ food

worms on hooks

Flocks of storks and loons honk

Flown off lochs, pools, or ponds.

Fog rolls on top of rock moss

Now cold monsoon storm blows

snow frost drops onto sod

 

Strong wolf, fox too, on prowl for

Ox or colt

Wolf spots short, brown colt

who romps on top of wood logs

Wolf growls, howls

Colt bolts off

Wolf swoops onto poor colt

Colt’s mom, bronco, trods down onto wolf

knocks wolf’s top

Worn wolf trots off.

Colt follows mom, ok for now.

 

Books of cosmos

To know how world works

from of old.

Of Ohms, of volts, shocks

Glow from orbs, worlds, odd oblong forms.

Of photons, protons, rows of bonds.

 

Do not grow too worn

to look for old books.

Books hold colors, odors, or tools.

Worlds form wholly

only from words.

Author's Note

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[Joshua Kepfer]

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