Earlier this week, I was thinking about some of the political verses that I had written for Wild Rose Reader last year. I was inspired to pen my first political poem after listening to Sarah Palin's speech at the Republican National Convention. (Matt Taibbi's description of Palin speaking to the assembled Republican delegates makes me laugh every time I think of it: "It was like watching Gidget address the Reichstag.") After watching the Governor of Alaska's performance, I wrote my first in a series of Palinoems. Then I was inspired by Joe the unlicensed plumber...soon afterward. Recently, it was Tom Delay and Rush Limbaugh who sparked my poetic invective. (Did you see Limbaugh jumping up and down and ranting at CPAC?)
Mary Lee of A Year of Reading commented on All Bow Down Now, the poem I wrote about Rush Limbaugh: "I love it when idiots make you mad because your poetry rants are so spot-on!" I appreciate her opinion of my political verses. And Mary Lee is correct—they usually are rants. Ranting poetically is a great cathartic for me. I find it more productive and less painful than banging my head against a wall or pulling my hair out.
I made a decision the other day to start a new blog called Political Verses. Why? Because I thought some of my future rants might be more appropriate for posting at a blog outside of the kidlitosphere. I also thought it might be a good idea to have just my political verses available on a separate blog.
At Political Verses, you will also find links to The Daily Show, Colbert Nation, The Nation, Matt Taibbi's articles at AlterNet, and some of my favorite political blogs.
I have included a link to Political Verses in the sidebar at the right. I'm not sure how often I'll be posting there. At the moment, what you'll find at Political Verses are the poems that I have posted to date at Wild Rose Reader—and two new poems—one about Ann Coulter and one entitled And Who Will Lead the GOP?.
I do hope you'll visit my new blog every now and again.
Here is an excerpt from one of my most recent political verses:
From And Who Will Lead the GOP?
by Elaine Magliaro
Little Boy Blue,
Come blow your horn.
Mitt’s in the Meadow.
Mike Steele’s in the corn
Rush is out riding
His hippo this morn.
Boehner’s in Congress—
He’s bitchin’ and moanin’.
And Newt’s out of town—
So, I guess, he’ll just phone in.
Gone into seclusion.
He’s getting a needed
You can read the rest of my poem here.