I've written several of these in my life and it's always fun to see what pops out. There's a few interesting references in here if you can find them. Enjoy.
Nonesuch 2018
To the tune of
"Diving Into The Wind"
By Journalism Ethics
There is a curious mantra
That's tough to understand
For withal there is much
That begs to differ
If I stand upon the shoulders of giants
Will I be able to sea the shore
Upon which my sister Sally
Sells pickled peppers
Or will there always be a way
Forward for the breeze to follow
Follow, Follow
It is 2018
Before a land fall
An average year
To fell a dove
I've been writing poetry since my first regeneration. Feel free to comment on how good or bad you think it is. Some of it is speed poetry which I never used to be able to do and some of you will say I still can't. So feel free to be fair...but always be kind!
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Living (Jun 19, 2018)
I tried to write this as a villanelle and then as a pantoum but this pleiades kept forcing its way out.
Living
Life is ephemeral: Lurking at every turn, Leaking from every pore, Longing to reach a home; Liberating itself, Lifting the spirit up, Lasting beyond all hope.
Life is ephemeral: Lurking at every turn, Leaking from every pore, Longing to reach a home; Liberating itself, Lifting the spirit up, Lasting beyond all hope.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Grieving (Dec 21, 2017)
One thing I like so much about this form is that when you think it would be limiting because the rules are so strict and the poems short, there are so many interesting things that can happen.
Grieving
Good memories will for get when the heart won't for give and the soul won't for go. When the world has for gotten and none have for given then all is for gone. We all must let go.
Good memories will for get when the heart won't for give and the soul won't for go. When the world has for gotten and none have for given then all is for gone. We all must let go.
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Feeling (Dec 12, 2017)
I've decided to buckle down and finish the Pleides series. So here is the entry for "F"
Feeling
Feasting on the tallest Fasting grass; wingless birds Flying high above the Falling sun; unmanned boats Flowing alone on the Freezing water; we are Forced to live once more with
Feasting on the tallest Fasting grass; wingless birds Flying high above the Falling sun; unmanned boats Flowing alone on the Freezing water; we are Forced to live once more with
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Sorry (Feb 2015)
Just a ditty to pass the time. Been trying to get back into the creative swing,
Sorry
Sorry I’m so difficult
Sorry I’m so weird
I really do love you though
And will never grow a beard
I know I can be difficult
I know life can be hard
But you’ve helped me through so much of it
And I think I like Swiss chard
I promise to keep trying
I promise to never quit
And I will always be there
Even when you read French Lit
So when you feel like crying
So when you’re down and blue
My shoulder will be ready
And my ears will be ready too.
Sorry
Sorry I’m so difficult
Sorry I’m so weird
I really do love you though
And will never grow a beard
I know I can be difficult
I know life can be hard
But you’ve helped me through so much of it
And I think I like Swiss chard
I promise to keep trying
I promise to never quit
And I will always be there
Even when you read French Lit
So when you feel like crying
So when you’re down and blue
My shoulder will be ready
And my ears will be ready too.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Thought (16-June-2014)
I've decided to try and get back in the swing of things by continuing my variation on Movement. This time I went with the Haiku form.
Thought
Stranded mirror lake
Meadow fawn on empty path
Laughing antique bear
Thought
Stranded mirror lake
Meadow fawn on empty path
Laughing antique bear
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Pensive (31-May-2014)
I'm appalled at how long it's been. I really need to do this more often. It might be that since I've been involved with a theater production these last couple of weeks, my creative core has been tapped. This felt like it had been swirling in my brain for a few days and I couldn't get the image of Dumbledore using his pensive out of my head so that became the title.
Pensive
Pleading upward ever
Pulling down a life that's
Passing never finding
Purpose filled with all the
Particular empty
Phantoms circling your
Proud and bottomless drain
Pensive
Pleading upward ever
Pulling down a life that's
Passing never finding
Purpose filled with all the
Particular empty
Phantoms circling your
Proud and bottomless drain
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