Derek R. Audette

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If John Kerry were a breakfast,
what would he be like?
Not all that tasty, I suspect,
but still a hell of a lot better than

The shortest poem ever written
was a poem that just said:

Harry Potter’s an enigma.
His forehead bears a peculiar stigma.
Yet there’s a question I’ve often pondered,
a complex query which no puzzle surpasses:

I am yes, and you are no,
and between the two, we both might show,
how man can dream his dream so well,
and find the magic within the spell.

The city is short today
and it can’t be anymore
than just a few blocks wide today
and the city is grey today,

Many people tell me
that my poetry
is awful,

Bukowski ate my liver!
I would never have believed it,
if I were not right there
when it happened.

I thought about changing
the style of man that I am.
I thought of

Strange shapes can be seen
when the full moon shines through the clouds.
Stange shapes can be seen,
frightengly realistic images

There is no known system
which exists
independently of any other system.
All known systems exert an influence

The heavens shimmer with points of light
They poke their image through a canopy of dark
raging and churning with awesome might
They burn themselves a wondrous mark


to eat

The woman who lives behind me
just opened her blinds,
she opened the blinds
of her bedroom window,

Out on Steamerhead road
the sun burning there
too bright to see
the awesome heat tears at me

it feels as if
there is some great

I have a poet friend
who assures me
that he could write
poetry from now until the

The storm has passed over now,

I stood with my head


If I had one wish,
I'd be tempted
to wish for the ability to invent
a machine

In the year 2006
there is a strange phenomena which has occurred
and humans
are not yet aware

humor and soup
and philosophy
and dreams of artificial splendor -

Derek R. Audette Biography

Http: //DerekAudette.OttawaArts.Com From the liner notes of 'Alive In The House Of The Monkey King', Published by GatorDawg Promotions: Derek R. Audette has been called one of Canada’s most promising and potentially important young artists. He was born in Hull, Quebec Canada to a French Canadian father and English Canadian mother in June of 1971. Throughout his entire life he has lived either in the city of Ottawa, Ontario or somewhere within the surrounding rural area. He is an accomplished musician and his work as a painter in abstract styles; photographer, and a maker of short films have also achieved recognition. Alive In The House Of The Monkey King is Derek R. Audette’s second published book and his first published collection of poetry. He currently resides within the city of Ottawa with his wife Anna, where he practices all forms of his art and maintains a personal web page located at: Http: //DerekAudette.OttawaArts.Com, where more information regarding the artist and his work may be found.)

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If John Kerry Were A Breakfast

If John Kerry were a breakfast,
what would he be like?
Not all that tasty, I suspect,
but still a hell of a lot better than
the other choice on the menu.

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David Keig 23 October 2004

re fibonacci..i was once a mathematician

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