Posted inWriting Posted inPoesy & Doggerel I Can’t Believe It’s Not Poetry!: “The Radish Is The Noisy’st Root…” Posted by By Michael Kupietz October 22, 2023| Permanent URL: https://michaelkupietz.com?p=6465The radish is the noisy’st root, Its vocal tack beyond dispute, effusive in expounding truth, so talkative, this verbal fruit.For ages prior and aeons hence, have poets, lost in reverence, e’er had their thoughts disturbed In comp’ny of this verbal herbAs, spicy, doth it bide its time concocting tales in verse and rhyme, and platitudes, as is its bent, propounding truth, without relent.With secrets it should ne’er be trustered, this indiscrete and loose-lipped mustard, lest ev’ry private thought and plan, reverb’rate loud from your garden.The carrot dreams in quietude, The yam’s indifference seems rude. The leek a mute, and soon you’ll learn, The ‘tato downright taciturn.Confronted, then, by vegetable basket Minds inquis’tive may well ask it, “Does none among ye speak the truth?” …And waiting, then, may shortly hear, in voice unquiet to the ear, and which, proclaiming from the farms, not reticent to tout its charms, with ardor and uncommon verve, the root that grates upon the nerves, the forthright and abrasive bulb whose unasked counsel to the world, gives voice to every passing thought in rhetoric which ceases not, now, in reply, proclaims: “I doth”.For radish sharp, it stands alone, unmoderated in its tone, declaiming, ‘neath it’s gentle leaves, all that it knows, or else believes,As in ev’ry dewy dawn, this brassicate does ramble on, with lyric odes from ‘neath it’s leaves, and dogg’rel through the dimming eves.But! Knowing this gregarity, one, questioning for clarity, may wonder if, somehow, one can know radish-writ from words of man?For as the reader so inclined may ask the question in thy mind: From whence’d THIS poem germinate? From mind of man? Or salad plate?But on that source this verse is mute, betraying not if man or root was moved to pen this lightely air. Ask in your garden. Perhaps the answer’s there. Michael Kupietz It is I! Mike Kupietz, a reluctant scion of the postmodern age, is larger on the inside than the outside: perhaps not a composer, but a creator and arranger of sounds, nor a writer, but an avid writer-down; an occasional author of doggerel; an erstwhile urban hermit; and privately a man of great ardor. He is, if now resigned to never succeeding at those personal and artistic pursuits he holds most dear, unwavering in his determination to fail at them as entertainingly as possible. He is currently in what he calls the "red bathrobe period" of his life. If you're wondering what all this has to do with FileMaker development—you done taken the wrong turn, this river don't go to Aintry. Mike's professional services are on his Bay Area FileMaker Pro consulting website. View All PostsPost navigationPrevious Post Hey, You Got Your Social Awareness In My AI!: About Sexism In The AI Images On This SiteNext PostUntangling Uniswap? Demystifying DeFi? You Tell Me: An Excel-based DeFi Liquidity Pool Simulator