Poetry

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron ByronIn 1985, a British Romantic Period Literature class changed my life. The poetry of Byron, Shelley, and Keats wakened in me a passion for writing. I determined to somehow make a career of it—and somehow feed my children.

Since then I’ve worked exclusively in publishing, first for game companies, now in education. I also continue to write, study, and promote poetry. It’s my opinion that poetry used to belong to the people, until academics stole it. It’s high time to steal it back from them.

National Motto . . . Love of God

Lester : March 19, 2015 11:40 am : Announcements, Poetry

National Motto Reveals Love of God

In 1956, President Eisenhower approved
“In God We Trust” as the US national motto.

In 1960, he ordered the assassination of Patrice
Lumumba, the Congo’s first elected prime minister.

In response, the CIA sent “Joe from Paris”—
a.k.a. Dr. Sidney Gottlieb—with a tube
of poison toothpaste.

Gottlieb, in German, means “God’s Love.”

—Lester Smith

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Happy National Grammar Day!

Lester : March 4, 2015 8:35 am : Announcements, Miscellany, Poetry

gary-the-grammar-cactus

I make a living with grammar. Nonetheless, it’s important to keep it in perspective. Remember, there are actually four grammars, listed here from most to least casual:

  1. How people speak
  2. How grammarians codify speech
  3. How people write
  4. How grammarians codify writing

To put it another way, allow me to share a haiku and a lune:

Grammar is a man
Sitting alone, critiquing,
While his neighbors dance

Grammar is a map
Pointing out
Where things ought to be

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Lady of Pain

Lester : November 27, 2014 12:24 am : Game Design, Poetry
Spellfire: Weasel Attack

Lady of Pain
(for Adam White)

“You guys are jerks,” Steve says. A dawning haze

of horror fills his eyes. I lay more cards. He’s

still. I raise his champion to highs

he never dreamed, then steal it, turn it, hose

his few remaining troops. Ken laughs, says, “Who’s

your daddy?” fans his hand, leans back, and weighs

his options. Steven says, “You’ve made a weasel

game out of my baby!” Ken cracks wise,

replies, “She never loved you. And your woes

have just begun,” then spanks him till he’s woozy.

—Lester Smith

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