Remix Mashup poems

Two 'exercise' poems...making poems using the 'rules' from the 'Remix Mashup' in The Exercise Book, edited by Bill Manhire and others. 

1.

Iamb is a poet’s word -

reminds me of I Am:

a God Word.

I am is a phrase I might duck

even though those who know me would say

‘It’ll be good for you,’

going to the height

going to the moment

going to the desire.

If I AM, that McCahon painterly phrase,

is swapped for poetical iamb,

what enclavier will I introduce into the

waddle and monitor of time?

Field Marshal Edmund Henry Hynman Allenby

introduced an enclavier for T H Lawrence,

helped him find himself the man of the

hour, though Allenby unenjoyed that

introduction, that momenting in time.

Did Lawrence repair Allenby?

Book him into the I-Am-bic mystery?

Typing this I think of Lawrence’s

typewriter – the photo’s onFlickr, that

irritatingly misspelt word. 

That I AM word

misspells me.

Iamb is a poet’s word. Reminds me of I Am.

Iamb looks like lamb.

2.

Crawl, walk, drop.

And spell.

When you tell me you

can’t have an opinion

I tell you that’s

blather.  So jump!

Crawl, walk, drop.

And spell.

No, not spell like in the

dictionary.  I thought you were

smart.

Are you barking mad?

Have you an unmercifully

cluttered mind?

Is your brain in the proximity of

your shoes?

Your consciousness of shoes makes you

Slurp and scoot. 

How smart is that?

Crawl, walk, drop.

And spell.

Scoot the hell out of here.