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    Lester Smith is a 2-term past president of the WFOP, a 4-time Origins-winning game designer, and a former JavaScript teacher for the HWG. He works days as a Writer/Technologist for the educational publishing house Sebranek Inc, nights and weekends as president of Popcorn Press.

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    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.

    Breaking Horses

    Lester : March 24, 2013 11:55 pm : Announcements, Poetry


    The same old, tired story:
    the hunter and the hunted,
    predator and prey.

    The older Navajo sits down
    near the canyon’s edge
    to show he is no threat
    and lays a trail of words
    to captivate the beast.

    He speaks of foreign service:
    Vietnam, Cambodia, and Laos,
    Falklands, Nicaragua, and Iraq.
    He speaks of unemployment,
    canceled contracts, delayed pensions.
    He speaks to woo the Devil:
    this pale devil.

    But when the younger Navajo,
    big in his gangsta pants,
    wanders to the road to check for traffic,
    finds none,
    and starts back,
    the pale beast spooks
    and dances backward,
    perceiving now the trap,
    swings a leg over the saddle
    of his motorbike,
    and rides, heart galloping, away.

    —Lester Smith
    from Would You Dance?

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    Great Works of Literature as Limericks: Moby Dick

    Lester : February 26, 2013 9:44 am : Announcements, Poetry

    The story’s about all things nautical
    and a captain whose heart has gone prodigal;
    though the crew dies in terror,
    doomed by his error,
    Ishmael’s philosophautical.

    —Lester Smith


    Image from Wikimedia commons

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    Kooser Said He’s Had His Fill

    Lester : December 9, 2012 11:43 am : Announcements, Poetry

    for Raymond P. Hammond

    Kooser said he’s had his fill of poetry,
    couldn’t bear to cross the hall if Homer
    came back from the dead to read—no more
    than for John Keats his ode on Grecian pottery.

    What could make our laureate portray
    for centuries of verse such frank ennui,
    forget his post, invent himself anew?
    (He said that kid’s books are his next priority.)

    What provokes a poet to leave his worship,
    turn a deaf ear to his muse, and so forth?
    Can a poet’s blood become diluted?
    By degrees a sea of college workshops
    still churn out a flood of verse, a froth
    of ink. Is our old laureate deluded?

    —Lester Smith

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    Kooser Said He’s Had His Fill by Lester Smith is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.

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