Poom!
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INTRODUCTION
Pombs
Dangerous things
these verses—explosive!
Corrosive with fuses and trip wires,
set and seething unheeding
the law of unintended consequences
giving more or different damage
than one could ever dream:
“Didn’t know…”, “Didn’t mean…”,
are too inexact confessions
for the aftermath when the math
is done. “Didn’t care…”, “Didn’t count on…”,
“Didn’t think…”, are much more succinct,
knowing one scribes with power beyond
reckoning; say, recklessly,
setting in motion thoughts, notions,
positions, even suspicions…….
fulminations of Geiger-rich utterances.
Handle with care! Handle with caution!
Pooms are there, and pombs unawares.
Poom! Fifty of them, one down, fortynine to go. Poom! Come and get ‘em, or rather, come and let them get you (hopefully). What is a “Poom”? If the above didn’t say it well enough, the picture worth a thousand words does. The blown-away Squibbles on the cover have it right: Explosive writing, the result of a “Pomb” going off. More specifically, “Pombs” are poems that create within their reader or bearer some form of mental, emotional, or other sensory explosion, positive or negative. Not one necessarily with the force depicted on the cover, but more likely one akin to what happens under the hood of your auto, the controlled ones that make the pistons go up and down to move the car wheels. Poom! Poom! Pombs all over the pages. Some, instantaneous reactions, others like depth charges from Naval vessels that fire them to sink down below where the submarines swim and Poom! they go off at another level, another depth.
Of hundreds of poems I’ve written, these half-a-hundred seemed well-suited to the definition describing a Pomb, so, here they are, ready to go off now with one reading or hearing, or two readings and hearings, or whenever. Poom!
In my earlier books, you will find peppered here and there some Pombs, but in this one, I’ve culled a half-a-hundred to pack into one volume. Surely there are another half-a-hundred among my munitions. But let us not get ahead of ourselves. After all, how many explosions can one withstand in a short space of time? Poom!
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About the Book
From time to time on Poetria there are explosions resulting from pombs detonated by Poetrians. Poetria? Poetrians? Where is that? Who are they? Sorry, answering such questions requires research, and this back cover has word number limitations. You’d find these answers in my first three books—a trilogy: Deep Space Probe To Poetria, Payload From Poetria, and Musings Of The Mad Poet From Poetria, all available from AuthorHouse, or special order through retail book outlets. These are my poetry legacy, a way of leaving some of my works in a published form, to gather dust on a shelf until someone opens one of the volumes—this being the sixth on poetry—and reads it—particularly this one—and POOM! A pomb goes off! More about this inside. Duck for cover!
About the Author
The author is one of a kind, offbeat and yet very much “onbeat”, being in the eighth decade of his life, having lived through the transition or “revolutions” of the past, and adapted to the warp speed of the present. Born before television was birthed on society, and employed by one corporation (Drug Mfr.—2nd job) almost four decades, he had much to see and has much to say. Meanwhile, still teaching Bible classes, has taught public speaking classes, written several other Poetry books, and recently one spoof on States’ names history. In this serious world he no longer takes himself too seriously, but rather does, his work. A half-century husband to one wife (somewhat extraordinary these days, yes?), father of four, grandpa of six, retirement to him—sixteen years now—means to continue his omnifarious education in the graduate school of life, giving entertaining and fascinating—if only to himself, if need be—account of his observations and experiences, He has a goal of 100, i.e. either to write 100 books or celebrate 100 years, whichever comes last, and welcomes any encouragement in that particular endeavor.