<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/jinglepack"><title>Pet a Poet - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/</link><description>poetry archives</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/623467" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/623167" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/622877" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/622756" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/621918" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/620819" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/620225" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/619816" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/619789" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/618625" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/623467"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/623467</link><description>I grin to see cougar and cat upbraid one another in their same vernacular — (because the sounds are of the same hue with one painted infinitely shriller); for, the event is less sonorous than colorful, though even in sound's spectrum the categorically dolorous tincture would split my drums if I...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/623167"><title>Bats</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/623167</link><description>When their rock-curd Was sloughed, Disinterred From the loft, The bats came In bolt, Thundered unlame As a colt-- And stellar Their span, Though cellar Slides ran Down caracoles Of lime And bowls Unfounded by time.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/622877"><title>This is a quasi-humorous poem about the Internet.</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/622877</link><description>The Internet Unwitting windows And the coy singles ad; Enhanced is the ing é nue Clicked by the cad. Text boxes tumble— Thinner than paper, The tribune warns us of Ponzi and caper. Mother Web scrolls theatrics Through our laptops ‘ stage; The trolls are up to posting Below the front page. No need...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/622756"><title>The Wolf</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/622756</link><description>My dog is bloated, his barrel chest A whorled pie. Only a gorging wolf could be akinned and skinned Like this teaser, Like this banter and this mixed bag Of command And subterfuge. Not a hint of wanderlust--but the wolf comes sauntering To the door. He is, I’d venture, less than a year on Those...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/621918"><title>Why blue is the djinn</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/621918</link><description>To take off your shoulder My each sin Now I understand Why blue is the djinn To broach the caprices Each maybe win Now I understand Why quells the admin To grunt the pack Sung pressure a pin Now I understand Why bloody your skin</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/620819"><title>Audience</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/620819</link><description>Their hearing words, though declarative each batters From your lips, is an order in itself. Transformative diphthongs, Capsules of sound which--not at all like lemmings-- Fall still more naked than the piths Of thought myths that thump bushy-tailed. Reflective eyes at night Rule the sector's...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/620225"><title>Maelstroms</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/620225</link><description>I've been splitting maelstroms. Shameful, I know, when they want to Suck the wholes With their lusty gums. It Isn't out of motive pecuniary; For, I have often coughed up a dime to Toss at the candy Funnel--but fashioned now Two quarters Versus its id Half Seems the formality.</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/619816"><title>Hellbound</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/619816</link><description>Let this whirring destination Be omega; it would not polarize over glee; That would not make Alpha heaven's spree; Some converses are not natural. You can be born that nubile, Started mobile stubble Of the Earth, Started rubble From a fire, or vice versa. But the sky is such a renegade That you...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/619789"><title>Woodpecker</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/619789</link><description>Clasps her stay abreast Of her daughter's life; How was your solstice? Surely, it was A different solstice from mine, your ecliptic Hardier than That of downside- Up-and-not, side-by-side Blinking eyes Spruced by the marathon of days. She in Her insomnia Beheaded by the footboard Every other day,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/618625"><title>Fireworks</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/jinglepack/618625</link><description>First, couriers with blue plasma Tails--their screams like demons Deranged in the water, not Knowing whether up or down they're bound To the emollients of hell. I watched them, all But dolphins wailing, suppressed Peristaltic Movements thrown to the core-fire Of their martyrdom; we watched...</description></item></rdf:RDF>