Poems FOR the day

[ampoule]

Friday the 13th only has about three more hours in my part of the world. In 2000, a particular MONDAY the 13th touched me. Here is a little poem about it:



Monday the 13th, 2000

Luck and bad luck have gone flip-flop on the days that came out wrong.
Monday's chance for fortune became Friday's loss of song.
Who gets to choose the numbers?
Who writes them on the wall?
Who picks the stakes and places the bets?
Most honored one of all?
All of life is a gamble, a risk, a guessing game.
Touched by many blessings, perhaps THEY are to blame.


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[ampoule]

And I hope it is okay to post this again. Someone suggested it might not have been seen. I had great fun writing it. It's about this year's Summer Solstice.


Solstice

If you show me yours, I'll show you mine.
We can even trade if you like.
Afterall, MOTHER says that's how it should be.
I, Pagan, will remove my winter cloak and give it to you.
Druid, remove now your antlers and oak leaves and give them to me.
Now! Let us dance naked at Heel Stone.
Smile that wicked smile as you watch me wrap my legs around the maypole,
twisting, undulating to the ground.
I watch with hunger in my eyes as you leap over the bonfire.
My breath catches as I see that spark nip at your thigh.
Pour that precious grog down my throat and dance with me.
Hold me close.
Closer.
Dance! Dance!
Hold on to my hand!
Hold on!
With a growl and a scowl I look over my shoulder.
What is this force pulling us apart?
MOTHER!! WHY?!
I fall to the ground in tears and through them
I watch you walk away as your days grow longer.
I stand and shudder, that shiver that comes after crying,
And as I turn I see, in the very far-off distance,
A leaf as it flutters softly to the ground and I smile because
I know I will see you again.
Thank you Mother.

[Virgil]

That is nice ampoule. I liked the opening two lines especially.


Luck and bad luck have gone flip-flop on the days that came out wrong.
Monday's chance for fortune became Friday's loss of song.

[Virgil]

And I hope it is okay to post this again. Someone suggested it might not have been seen. I had great fun writing it. It's about this year's Summer Solstice.


Solstice

If you show me yours, I'll show you mine.
We can even trade if you like.
Afterall, MOTHER says that's how it should be.
I, Pagan, will remove my winter cloak and give it to you.
Druid, remove now your antlers and oak leaves and give them to me.
Now! Let us dance naked at Heel Stone.
Smile that wicked smile as you watch me wrap my legs around the maypole,
twisting, undulating to the ground.
I watch with hunger in my eyes as you leap over the bonfire.
My breath catches as I see that spark nip at your thigh.
Pour that precious grog down my throat and dance with me.
Hold me close.
Closer.
Dance! Dance!
Hold on to my hand!
Hold on!
With a growl and a scowl I look over my shoulder.
What is this force pulling us apart?
MOTHER!! WHY?!
I fall to the ground in tears and through them
I watch you walk away as your days grow longer.
I stand and shudder, that shiver that comes after crying,
And as I turn I see, in the very far-off distance,
A leaf as it flutters softly to the ground and I smile because
I know I will see you again.
Thank you Mother.

Hey I like that even better. :)

[AuntShecky]

I liked this poem because it was short and pithy.
Two comments: Did you ever hear "Friday the Thirteenth" by Thelonious Monk? (If not, don't spend $ downloading it, I don't even know if it's available.) Anyway, I don't think there are lyrics to that song. Maybe you could supply some, as an exercise?
The other comment is: The world is divided between those who believe in luck (both good and bad) and those who don't. I don't like it when people -- and it's only successful people who do it -- who brag that they "make their own luck." Yeah, right. And the homeless guy on the corner got that way because he made a conscious decision to manufacture some bad breaks. In my sonnet
posted here earlier in the week, the speaker says "Chance
takes all. ." Sometimes it does seem that the forces of the Universe are aligned against us. Othertimes I am sure the
Universe doesn't give a fig, one way or the other.
Keep writing those pithy poems!
Auntie
journals.aol.com/auntshecky711/aunt-sheckys-news-without-clues

[PrinceMyshkin]

And I hope it is okay to post this again. Someone suggested it might not have been seen. I had great fun writing it. It's about this year's Summer Solstice.


Solstice

If you show me yours, I'll show you mine.
We can even trade if you like.
Afterall, MOTHER says that's how it should be.
I, Pagan, will remove my winter cloak and give it to you.
Druid, remove now your antlers and oak leaves and give them to me.
Now! Let us dance naked at Heel Stone.
Smile that wicked smile as you watch me wrap my legs around the maypole,
twisting, undulating to the ground.
I watch with hunger in my eyes as you leap over the bonfire.
My breath catches as I see that spark nip at your thigh.
Pour that precious grog down my throat and dance with me.
Hold me close.
Closer.
Dance! Dance!
Hold on to my hand!
Hold on!
With a growl and a scowl I look over my shoulder.
What is this force pulling us apart?
MOTHER!! WHY?!
I fall to the ground in tears and through them
I watch you walk away as your days grow longer.
I stand and shudder, that shiver that comes after crying,
And as I turn I see, in the very far-off distance,
A leaf as it flutters softly to the ground and I smile because
I know I will see you again.
Thank you Mother.

Surely I did comment on this poem when you first posted it? It's wonderful even without that saucy opening, which I love by the weay. I love poems that pick up on the vernacular and/or the 'naughty'.

But the Monday the 13th poem ended a bit too early for me.