Bad Poetry: Books with Intriguing Titles

Prompted by Poets & Storytellers United. Fellow poets should know that Google is failing to post comments on Blogger/Blogspot blogs in a desperate bid to clutter my computer with even more cookies, and I won't back down. For now, that means I can't comment on your poems where they're posted. If you really want me to, I'll post comments and links to them here. 

Anyway, some rhymes:

One hundred years of solitude

had left Macondo weird and crude.

Witty, concise, and on the mark is

the prose of G. Garcia-Marquez.

The author always said that he

heard people mutter "Can it be?"

then wrote his book as if it were.

The book created quite a stir.

It's mostly gross-outs, as we've seen,

desde el principio hasta el fin,

yet memory will long retain

the grandfather who tried in vain

to bring with him a little loam

from the old graveyard back at home

so that he guarded bones, each night,

of his ancestors, as was right,

and so preserve some sense that he

was still where he'd been born to be.

Rainforest photo from Audley Travel, by way of Google.

Desde el principio hasta el fin = from the beginning to the end.

This is the beginning of a series. There'll be another book title poem on my Substack in an hour or two.