Tampico Burial Mounds
by Richard B. Dunlop
They laid their dead upon the hill
And went away before we came.
Though they are gone their dead stay still.
With all mankind, it is the same.
The cemeteries of the earth
Are full that nature’s womb might give
To man and trees and things new birth.
All life must die that life might live.
Our fathers of the past are dead.
Somewhere unknown or known they lie,
And we their children live instead;
And others follow when we die.
The hill is quiet in the sun.
The fields below are fresh and clean.
New life springs up when life is done.
The grasses through the years stay green.
“Poetry is the expression of the imagination.” – Shelley
Initial Issue Roll Call
IN THIS ISSUE we find one of the first poems of a very talented amateur poet, Richard B. Dunlop. His poem expresses deep thought and a philosophy of Nature. It is part of the idea of this paper to present varied poetry and articles on poetry, serious and humorous. Dick’s poem fills the serious side of the bill.
YOU’LL FIND THAT the “Doggerel Den” has a contest that might prove of interest to you. It all occurred because of a mental lapse of the editor who may devote some time in the future to writing similar un-understandable poems.
THE BRIEFNESS OF this issue is sad indeed. It is not due to lack of pecuniary matter, as is the usual case. It’s sole cause is lack of time and ambition. I am planning now for an enlarged Christmas edition to make up for my present “lazy fever.”
OF COURSE YOU know that this month marks the celebration of the fifth anniversary of the AAPA’s founding, September 1st, 1936. The association is still young but it has made great progress and has endured dark moments in its history.
The Doggerel Den…
a resting place for paranoiac poets whose parataxis parodies verge on paresis.
The Doggerel Den Daffynition Contest
– for the aid of the editor and confusement of the reader.
A very needed explanation: In a dreamy state the editor wrote a poem. But, alas! upon coming out of this sub-conscious stupor, he could not understand it. He pondered, and finally decided that perhaps one of the many super-intelligent amateur code readers among our midsts could decipher its seemingly meaningless phrases. So, due to his anxiety and to make the task a little more lucrative, he decided to offer a one dollar prize to the first AAPA’n to untangle the mess. Who knows? Perhaps in this poem is the hidden masterpiece of the century. In its bewildering folds may lie the key to greater knowledge. But at any rate the editor would like to know the contents of this poem of mystery. Remember! Earliest correct version wins the dollar prize. All daffynitions must be in the hands of the editor by October first. Winning entrant’s version will appear in the December Trouvere “Doggerel Den” along with the winner’s name and a few brief words on how he attained his great accomplishment. But now, let’s have no delay. Look at the following page and you will see the undefined poem.
The Doggerel Den daffynition contest poem undefined
by The Editor
Now ON loved sweet MLE
And quite B9 was Fate
B4 he did with NRG
SA 2 AV8.
He flew with EZ XTC
Nor NE did XL:
A B, one day, caused his RM
2 DV8; he fell.
They gave to ON free of fee
An XS OP8;
His brow grew IC
Y then it was 2 L8.
“O, ON,” MLE did say,
No more an NTT.
“I NV even grim DK
Your MT FEG.”
Invitation: All amateurs are invited to submit their choice bits of doggerel to this section of Trouvere. Amusing bits are earnestly sought to make these pages more interesting to the editor and reader.
Trouvere edited quarterly by Kenneth E. Kulzick, Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Printed by F. L. Tyler