Thursday, September 17, 2015

Posturing - Three Word Wednesday

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A late entry into Three Word Wednesday. The three words are: Haphazard; Labored; Noxious.


Noxious fumaroles
are burping out smokey rings
and smell of bad eggs
in back of my eyes.

You claim me a labored bard
but what shall I do
with this graying cess*
and its curly enforcement?
Those curs should depart
for sharper corners
and let haphazard songsters
hoist their own petard.

I am sure of it.

I do, I do make some kind
of sense but maybe
not right now, brother.
I confess to posturing
at this damn juncture.

‎September ‎16, ‎2015 8:57 PM

*The dictionary defines cess like this: (in Scotland, Ireland, and India) a tax or levy. I like the connotation of (bad) cess implied by "graying cess" as it goes to black. One might think at this juncture (sic) of the word assess.

When I checked bad cess then cess came up like this: chiefly Irish: cess means luck — usually used in the phrase bad cess to you, or another like it.

I suppose the link is that taxes are particularly bad luck when they land on your back.


  1. And you do make sense - to those in the same (kind of) circles perhaps - cess....yes like all pits maybe relative to where you are standing!

    1. There is an American use of this that you saying pit got me to recall...

      Cesspool. an underground container for the temporary storage of liquid waste and sewage.
      - a disgusting or corrupt place.

  2. Replies
    1. If you have one. A petard was a small bomb used for blowing up gates and walls when breaching fortifications. It is of French origin and dates back to the sixteenth century. A typical petard was a conical or rectangular metal object containing 2–3 kg (5 or 6 pounds) of gunpowder, with a slow match for a fuse.

    2. So extending metaphorically, you hoist the petard when you are going to throw it and it is as effective in service to you as a hefty grenade would be - and also perhaps as dangerous. You need to be accurate and well timed.

    3. If you are hoist by your own petard, you have seriously screwed up.

  3. I am put in mind of someone about to fling that thing, and being small and a bit dim, forgets to let go of the rope. =)


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