Duh Duh Duh Duh....Get Your Poem On #109

 

This poem was born via a Wordle prompt from ReadWrite Poem.

Odd, how I wrote this poem using an old honey as the image in my mind and who do you think contacted me last night, after it was written?

It is like the power of the act of writing floated across the ethers into his awareness somehow. Strange when that happens. I almost posted a photo including his face but that seemed too mean, so here is one from his hunkiest side, except... you can't see his arms... which is too bad. They fit the poem perfectly.

 

He’s the brunt of many jokes

He never hears, this broad

Shouldered Hercules

In-his-mind, the “duh”

Between his eyebrows

Fertile soil for the intellectual

Elite to prey upon: froth

Gathers from their thighs

To their foreheads

Waiting for his clumsy

Form and even more

Awkward participation

Their brain trust sundered

From his hunky form.

The question: If he

Looked more like Urkel

Than the Governor of

California, would the

Jousting enthusiast in

Bifocals be more forgiving?

= = =

Comments

[gautami tripathy]

Like the thought of Old Honey as a image!

Love the ending.

chugging train

[Julie Jordan Scott]

And want to venture a guess as to what line of work the old honey was in... (yes, the railroad! How fun that you got "chugging train"... lol.... from the words.)

Thank you, Guatami!

[Anthony North]

Great ending. Marvellously whimsical.

[Derrick]

Hi Julie,

Said with love and affection I trust!

[Julie Jordan Scott]

Nothing but love and affection, Derrick. There are some things I miss about my Hercules and yes, I was quite protective of him, always.

[Donald Harbour]

Well now Juls....the Governor of California?
I happen to have a friend that fits the descriptive of your poem, one of the most trustworthy misjudged persons on the face of this earth. Where others would not or could not I've always called him friend. "Jousting enthusiastic bifocals?" You speak from experience I take it? I enjoyed the walk through you poem.
Regards,
DH

[mark]

I also thought first of the Governator....

Still, it was warm and affectionate and left me with a smile. Which is always, always a good thing when reading a poem.

[Neil Reid]

Smart ain't so smart at all of necessity, and especially when there's no heart. And unkindness has no excuse. Nice stance this poem does, sweetly and written with heart.

[davidmoolten.wordpress.com]

I like the notion of jealousy here, which you express well, and which I think true, that physical presence is secretly appreciated over brains, at least by the physical sensual half of one's soul. Sometimes admiration takes the form of jealousy, as you aptly show.

[irene]

I guess it's stereotyping of the silent brawny type. More misjudging. I had my Hercules once.

[pamela]

Hi Julie
I suppose we have all had our hunkies. Why are they always such dummies? I really like the poem and I have a feeling you enjoyed his company as much as you enjoyed writing this piece.

Pamela

[Cynthia Short]

very witty and deep underneath it all. We all can't be brainiacs...sounds like this guy took what God gave him and made the best of it!

[Joseph Harker]

Some people have it all, but those are few and far between. Most people just have one thing or the other, and it's best not to judge the strengths of others by their weaknesses. Excellent character sketch here of just that. :)

[Tumblewords]

For a moment, I was sure I knew him. ;) Nice work!

[Barbara]

Sorry to be so late reading. I think you are both fortunate in your friendships. Well drawn.

[Nicole Nicholson]

Very interesting. I see this as speaking to perceptions and assumptions: strong and built = stupid. Nice job with the prompt words, too.

-Nicole

[Deb]

A playful response to the prompt, and odd his voice coming live again, just after the writing. Maybe the gods are watching, amused, too!