Showing posts with label california. Show all posts
Showing posts with label california. Show all posts

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Water is On the Black Market

Water Rustlers
by Rachel Hoyt

image by vectorolie via freedigitalphotos.net


The city's their range.
The drops are their gold.
The funnel of change
Is their stout stronghold.

They fight to hydrate
Their people, their land.
They know the flood gates
Are in white gloved hands.

Copyright © 2014 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.


Water is now such a rare commodity
that the black market wants to bottle a sea.


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Thursday, October 4, 2012

Thursday Thoughts - A Sonnet for Driverless Cars


Self-Driving Sonnet
by Rachel Hoyt
 
image by digitalart via freedigitalphotos.net
 
 
Shall I compare thee to a chauffeured ride?
Thou art more dicey and incognito.
Hast thou not a soul within as your guide?
The future is soon and then we will know.
Wilt thou shine radiant with metallic wit,
Overflowing with delicious dotings,
Making conga lines form in a mosh pit,
Mending the crippled and paralyzed wings,
Skipping stumbling lushes from bars to home,
Taking over boring tasks like parking,
Letting riders sit and enjoy the roam,
Quieting traffic's need for loud barking?
So long as you're nice we'll praise you 'round town,
But betray our trust and we'll shut you down.
 
© 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved

 
 
Inspired by Shakespeare's Sonnet 18
and an article on driverless cars becoming legal in California.
 


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Read more rhymes by Rachel at her new column, Clickety Clack -
poetic news about Santa Barbarians talking back

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Thursday Thoughts - Foie Gras, California and Food Bans



Dear Foie Gras lovers of California,

You've probably heard, but I thought I'd warn ya,
that duck lovers (like me) have gotten their way.
Foie Gras isn't legal now, or so they say.
The law is ambiguous (such a surprise)
and restaurant enforcement mostly involves angry eyes,
where the owner claims that he does his ducks no harm.

His boast made me imagine a dream like place
where ducks got drunk and stuffed their face,
then lounged around or enjoyed a float
on a pond which never saw the likes of a boat.
I imagined corn cakes deep fried in lard
which the ducks tasted timidly, then fell for hard.
Once they had washed down that corn cake with a beer,
they knew the new tastes American ducks held dear.

Sadly, the gluttonous gorge fest I dreamt of for the ducks
wasn't the reality any farmer had created with his bucks.
You say that the science is lacking to prove the practice cruel?
I've never eaten Foie Gras and won't consider it unless you
can say the ducks in question were happy and prove it true.
Since my rational self knows the overindulged are never truly happy,
good luck proving to me that purposely fattened ducks found real glee!

May your livers stay lean and food choices gain style!

Sincerely,

Rachel Hoyt
of Rhyme Me a Smile


© 2012 Rachel Hoyt. All rights reserved.


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Does getting cards in the mail make you smile?
Why not get one from me once in a while?

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Ironic Animal Love


Image by Phiseksit via freedigitalphotos.net

Examples of irony in real life are amusing,
though generally simultaneously confusing...
the city named for a sainted animal fan.
They'll still allow them to be sold as food.
(Not exactly that for which Assisi stood).

The shelters workers are sad from flushing abandoned fish.
and making young hamsters sleep more soundly than they wish.
They seem to think their work is the ultimate proof
that people's love for animals vanished with a poof.
Their lives are not valued so sales should be banned?
To lend the furry, creepy and crawly a helping hand?

Perhaps they were people who couldn't find a landlord
unscathed to see a car plaque that says, "Paws on board!"
Maybe they also recently lost their house,
but previously would've cared for every last mouse?
A pet ban, to me, seems a little bit rash;
a way for the city to save lots of cash.

The silver lining, I suppose, is they haven't banned pets.
Yet if I lived there now I would have some regrets.
Finding a place to buy stuff for my cat and my turtle
would become more rare than little girls named Myrtle.
Plus, I love to visit baby rabbits and pups at the store.
Petting them is a past time I absolutely adore.

© Rachel Hoyt 2011.  All rights reserved.