Joe Váradiina Few Words·Oct 23, 2022Member-onlylethologicaa sonnet about verbal forgetfulness — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinScrittura·Oct 9, 2021Letter to an Ungrateful Selkiesealed, with a bitter kiss — in response to Denise Shelton’s The Selkie’s Sonnet, which besmirched and whitewashed our brief but genuine love affair Now hold on just a minute, little Miss, I feel I’m undeserving of your dis. It’s true our story ended as you told, but not quite how it started to unfold — …Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinNo Crime in Rhymin’·Sep 4, 2022Sonnet to Wifebeater Shirts~~ Ubiquitous mainstays of mobster flicks Iconic undergarment lacking sleeves Well-suited to dispensing blows and kicks To miscreants and shady lowlife sleaze. A rather more unflat’ring undertone Has led this fashion staple to be linked With male domestic partners who are prone To walloping their wives — let’s be succinct. Perpetuated tropes on silver screens Suspenders often added for pizzazz James Caans and Cannavales, Jimmy Deans — Accentuating upper muscle mass.Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinNo Crime in Rhymin’·Sep 3, 2021Member-onlyThe Ballad of Hogan Torah and His Ex the Poeta sonnet of schadenfreude — Behold poor Hogan Torah and his Ex — Alas, the lengths we go to for some sex — For years he praised her highfalutin verse, Although he found it labored and perverse. “Which word artiste shall I compare thee to? Shel Silverstein? Bukowski? Angelou?” She soaked up all the ornate compliments, And let her artsy ego grow immense. “Sweet pea, I’m going back for my M.A. — One thing. I’m broke, and need, like, 30k …”Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinNo Crime in Rhymin’·Apr 11, 2020Member-onlyThe Cologne Warsa New York City epic, in three acts — Act One: Vinnie and Tommy Two bachelors, alike in vanity, On fair Staten Island made their homes; Their self-love border’d on insanity, Never without cologne nor pocket combs. Vinnie, the elder, he of olive skin And a strut to make the Bee Gees proud, Oft sporting a broad Travoltalike grin “You talkin’ to me?” …Poetry4 min readPoetry4 min read
Joe VáradiinA Cornered Gurl·Jan 10, 2020Nonet the Starry Nightin response to Tre’s challenge — by Joe Váradi ah, the Northern Hemisphere night sky Ursa Minor pins the North Star Ursa Major bows her head Orion’s studded belt Gemini embrace Aries lays low Cygnus, the Northern Cross I’m really into this form lately High Expectations Nonet inspired by Maddison Rowe’s roygbivmedium.comNonet1 min readNonet1 min read
Joe Váradi·Jan 8, 2020Member-onlyHigh Expectations Nonetinspired by Maddison Rowe’s roygbiv — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinNo Crime in Rhymin’·Jun 16, 2019Member-onlyGetting Hot and Steamy on a Sundaya pair of nonets — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinResistance Poetry·Nov 16, 2020Member-onlyHe Won Because …the Sunday morning concession tweetstorm, as a Shakespearean… — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinNo Crime in Rhymin’·Mar 17, 2021Member-onlythe pointy stack o’ bricksa sonnet pile-on to Alex Guenther’s riddle of… — Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinNo Crime in Rhymin’·Oct 31, 2020Member-onlyBare Naked in a Sleepy Villagea sonnet for Daniele — t’was 6 o’clock, an early Alpine morn as I awoke with urgent need to pee bare naked as the day that I was born with curtains drawn, my eyes could hardly see foggy-eyed, I let my instincts lead my sluggish body down the corridor swept swiftly by my urologic need reached for the…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinResistance Poetry·Jan 6, 2019Member-onlya see through-wall made of shiny steela Petrarchan sonnet for our times — by You Know Who how do I love me? lemme spell with bricks, nay — a see-through wall made of shiny steel with vertical slats that will not conceal bad hombres, smugglers, nor terrorists, and you still wanna cuff my handsome wrists? …Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinSonnetry·May 14, 2020Member-onlyThe Ballad of Rhonda from Customer Supporta sonnet inspired by 'The Seed' — by Joe Váradi The crossword on the crosstown, every eve, Same time, same seat, the old rhythmic routine, From daily tedium there’s no reprieve, She travels to and from, unheard, unseen. …Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Joe VáradiinSonnetry·Jan 22, 2021The Ballad of White Boy Ricka news-inspired sonnet — by Joe Váradi A boy grew up on Motown’s crack-laced grid, His nearest kin not able to provide, Fell in with shady crowds — was just a kid, Rose in the ranks, setbacks absorbed in stride. 'Came F.B.I. …Sonnet1 min readSonnet1 min read
