Nonsensical Poetry

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Word Can poem: Catalpa, noxious, mixture, clip, destination, fundamental, cupboard, pensive, impetuous



a winter outing

from my cupboard, squirreled away
in a sugar tin - next to the noxious
savors that go into soups, I grab some
mad money and place it in my money
clip - a mixture of $1's, $5's, and ten$

my destination takes me through the
Catalpa Pine and Douglas Fir forests to
the casinos - sure to be empty in winter's
solemn snows - an impetuous journey
but fundamentally sound in my estima-
tion: for number combinations of 7’s
or 1’s have been taunting me daily

pensively I stare
willing spinning reels to score
bells and flashing lights

1/15/2024 r. 2/1/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Enjoyed! Here they are encouraging online betting now. Government is always sure to win!

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My Word Can poem for 2/1/2024: unabashed, pressure, cactus,
participation, patter, worthy, principle, conversely



Worthy the Christmas Cactus

Worthy the Christmas Cactus
unabashedly blooming
a bit early; its participation
in the season’s celebration
with lovely red and pink blossoms beaming

the patter of children throughout the house
unprincipled in anything less than
that of utter joy as the men focus on football games

conversely Mother, as usual, under pressure
to provide the tidiness and order and
meals the family would enjoy

2/1/2024 r. 2/15/2024

and a poem in progress:

“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.” ― Ranata Suzuki

Love ~ A Work in Progress / Acrostic/*Golden shovel

whispering sweet nothings to the wind I
hold true to a chaste devotion and choose
inspiration's sweet kiss - a poem to
shower you with - of everlasting love
preternatural in its scope, that you
ever may be celestially bathed in
radiant light from on high. Then silence…

daffodils bow low when you are nigh: For
acclamation precedes royalty in
rapturous procession breaking silence
lightsome in its very character - I
incandesce in my innocence to find
noble solace burning gallantly - no
greater yearning for fear of rejection,


befitting a lowly incarnate I
endure - seeking the higher ground to choose
love in its purest expression, yet to
overcome my natural man - a love
valiantly pursued to best honor you
eternally, mute in my silence in
devotion I embrace my loneliness…

love; we mere mortals scarce understand: For
out of love was existence conceived in
victorious holiness; loneliness
elegantly raised in grand design no
less... no need to fear being alone - one
is never truly alone... each one owns
glorious kinship to deity - you
have but to seek, petition in prayer - but
to do so with faith, mastering the me,


butterflies dance in the light - shouldn't I
let loose my mortal chrysalis and choose
unblemished, yet earthly existence to
seek a celestial leaning - to adore
harmoniously from afar as you
inspire, a diadem you are ___ from
n

a
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distance…

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distance
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will
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shield
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me
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from
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transcendent

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choose
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kiss
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you
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in
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the
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wind…

dandelions testify of heav'n, For
each

the
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is
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gentler
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than
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my
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lips,


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choose
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you
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in
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my
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in
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you
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have
eternity
- no
death, only love abides... there is no end.

2/15/2024 *Golden shovel source: by Rumi -

“I choose to love you in silence…
For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,

I choose to kiss you in the wind…
For the wind is gentler than my lips,

I choose to hold you in my dreams…
For in my dreams, you have no end.”

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Very intense poem. I can see why Petrarca inspires you so much.
Silent love is the burden and the solace of timid people (like us).

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My Word Can poem for 2/15/2024: elevator, single, survey, enhance, nag, miracle, hopeful, break




My Saint Valentine’s Poem

the thought nagged at me -
ten co-workers cramped in the
lift at dusk’s break as I surveyed uncomfortably;
‘tis Saint Valentine’s Day
a day for hopeful miracles for singles, et al,
especially enhanced at work’s end, when
the Muzak plays, innocuously at first
for the first few floors when “Love in an
Elevator” by Aerosmith begins to play
and everyone in the lift begins to crack up



Current Poem assignment: For 3/7/2024 -

Note: Symploce: Combining anaphora, & epistrophe (S1 - S3); Simple rhyme (S4); Remainder: Haibun (Prose ending with an Haiku)



What If ?

What if I had simply taken a ride
offered by a friend to Monterey...
Would I have felt guilty as my friend
drove - would my heart be at rest
knowing of an approaching blizzard ?

What if I had just taken a bus, or two,
transferring before arrival in Monterey...
Would my car have been safely parked
against vandalism? - I couldn't rest
with the costs and concerns, logistics, no...

What if I had decided not to try
to drive, on my own, to Monterey...
Would I have found closure over
the loss of my dear friend laid to rest ?

Such were my thoughts as I planned
to honor my friend and his family - and
on a Thursday noon late in February
set out from home in Garden Valley, wary,
yet overcoming my better judgment
due to anxieties while driving to the extent
that my meds had been elevated just
weeks prior and I set my thoughts to trust
that my body and mind could manage
driving the "backroads" without damage

In hindsight better route planning
and allowing for extra time would
have been more prudent, but I drove
with a will: Marshall Road to Placerville
to Plymouth to Ione... then lost in Ione -
missing a turn and my bearings for what
seemed half an hour then on track to
Buena Vista to South Camanche Parkway
to Burson and Wallace then Clements
then a wrong turn again onto Jack
Tone Road, South, toward Manteca...
my nerves holding up far better than
I had imagined... then a jog or two east
by way of correction to Oakdale and
Turlock, but as daylight was running out
so too were my nerves as I limped into
Los Banos, once "The Baths", in Spanish
now relegated to "the bathrooms" and found
refuge for mind and body for the night
at an inn, then checked in with my ailing
wife by phone, stranded herself in Arizona

The night sped peacefully, and I dined
on chocolate, raisins, and beef jerky and
planned my next assault to make my
appointment in Monterey at 1:00 pm,
and I slept; at 7 am, having showered, I
began my journey towards Gilroy. Ah, as
fate would have it this was no backroad
and upon learning my error I left the
highway at the first sideroad seeking a
better route - my maps showed it went
through, but alas, was blocked by a fence
and after much time and deliberation and
encouragement from my wife via phone
I screwed up my courage to re-enter
the highway and faced my first true trial

Pacheco Pass sounds innocuous at best,
Pacheco meaning "The Noble One" in Spanish,
but not for the timid and infirm of mind -
a 2-lane highway passing through miles
of tall hills surrounded by semi-trucks I fear-
fully stayed right lane at 55 miles per hour,
10 miles per hour below the highway limit,
steeling my nerves with prayer... alert to
follow the least fleet of semi's I could find
and after much stress and still more prayer
I was in Gilroy, safe, albeit with frazzled nerves

The backroads from Gilroy to Monterey were
much tamer... via Mt. Madonna, perfectly
named to restore my tranquility, meandering
peacefully into Watsonville with but a few mis-
steps and finally into Salinas, with Monterey
seemingly in my grasp to make my 1:00 pm
service appointment - only to be disappointed
by my faulty Alexa app directing me North
to Marina... finally backtracking and arriving
at my friend's family crypt 20 minutes late,
disappointing, but a victory nonetheless, the
family still mingling there and we adjourned
after an ill advised u-turn and a short trip
for a fabulous luncheon at Tarpy's where
stories were told and my friend was extolled
as father, brother, etc. beyond measure, then
took my leave to return and spend the night
in Salinas in my car at a Walmart I had difficulty
in locating, but finally hunkered down to sleep

On awaking I found a fast food place quickly
and after breakfast spent a penny and began
my last gasp drive home expecting feet of
snow on arrival in our Gold Country hills -
but full of bright spirits nonetheless for I
planned to bypass Pacheco Pass altogether,
Ha!, and meandered with only a misstep or
two to Gilroy over the blessed Mt. Madonna
Pass to Monterey Road North to San Jose
feeling full of myself for having found a squiggle
of a road on the map that was route 130 by
name: San Jose to the city of Patterson via
Alum rock, altitude 151 feet above sea level,

and soon... all that mattered as my mind
was all but shattered unceasingly was His will
be done: "I can do all things through Christ Jesus"
again and again a chain prayer for miles upon
miles, 19 miles in truth, with 365 curves to the
top of the mount, I googled after the fact! (all
of the curves worst than the ones gracing
Chili Bar near home where I used to creep at
5-miles per hour before giving that route up)
hugging the center of the narrowest of roads
shrouded in mists, just as well, with sheer cliffs
hoping for no cars nor cyclists coming down -
then snow on the ground before reaching the
summit 4,265 feet above sea level was Mount
Hamilton's peak and Lick Observatory; inter-
estingly enough there was a sign at the summit
to be quiet for workers at sleep, but I couldn't
even had made a peep if I wanted to.........................
then down through the snowy road meandering
down and down past rock slides and other hazards
the snow on the road slowly giving way as the road
continued on and on and on... to Patterson where
I finally was able to catch my breath at last, my
mind shredded to insignificance in the immensity
of my ordeal and my agonizing communion with God

Thirty minutes or more before Turlock my left knee
and ankle had to be tended to and so I took a break
and spent a penny while a man weed-wacked the
grounds - it seemed a normal thing for him to do.
From there the drive home was blissfully uneventful
with but a short pace where talking to my wife, Gail,
grounded me as I drove through Oakdale North to
the little towns I had passed through before, and
once I made Ione I cranked up techno music to spur
me on, though a bit less than the speed limit thereon
making it home about 6 pm to a 43° Fahrenheit home
with two chilled kitties, and a dead wood stove…
power still on the grid and nary a flake of snow in sight




facing new trials


mortal weaknesses laid bare



I will trust in Him

3/7/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed both poems or better the Valentine poem and the Saga about your trip.I never learned to drive but I tried to imagine myself on those roads. You drove on unused roads and that was part of the ordeal but also the adventure. And the destiny seemed to be rather far.The important thing was as we say here: mission given is mission accomplished.

About the form:I liked the combination of form finishing with a Haiku.Such à journey must be told in prose.And I liked the humorous touch in spite of all despair.

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you!

An assignment poem for today's Thursdays at Two poetry group: Gratefulness


Gratefulness

gently they came bringing
rains that swiftly melt
april's sparse snows away
thankfully so, the
earth refreshed
felicitations upon my lips
unabashedly toward heav'n
lightening my spirit as
neighborly visiting
evanescent
sculpted clouds
sail upon azure

4/18/2024

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tailor

[Danik 2016]

Charming poem! I guess the chill is traveling south. Today after many hot months, 18ºC as maximal temperature.

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Cool weather must be a blessing after your terrible summer heat... not looking forward to ours. I'm grateful for a bit of moderate weather hereabouts where I can rest a bit worrying about firewood... grateful for the moderate winter we had regarding snow and the ample rain :)

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[Danik 2016]

It is. Autumn is my favorite season. As for the firewood, I guess you have to chop it every day.

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I think I lean toward Autumn too. Wood - not every day. I get some delivered (the product of church wood cutting projects )... maybe 3-4 pickup truckloads each winter already split as well as make "rounds" with my chainsaw of downed trees which I split with a heavy maul... it gets stacked, or not, and covered with tarps to cope with rain and snow, with maybe 3-days supply stacked indoors near the wood stove. I think I've split close to 1.5 cords of wood this past fall/winter myself... with a little bit more to do.

My latest Word Can poem from our poetry group: form, grovel, spray, limestone, proximity, otherworldly



Raid !

otherworldly beings - our new over-
lords have us join queues - long lines
of humanity now grovel within
their proximity upon a limestone
laid courtyard - I laugh in a
Pollyannaish way to myself -
wishing I had a can of bug spray

4/18/2024 *goes with my AI/Overlord poetry arc as of late nicely :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

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My assignment for today's Thursdays at Two was to include an idiom, or even make one up, within a poem. I do this quite frequently anyway so it was no stretch, but still a fun exercise:


a poet's shoes...

a poet's shoes should be
like a gardener's hands -
worn, earth stained
from scouring landscapes
picking under leaves
invoking rainbows and celestial
dandelions three where I
released a dundered wasp that
was bashing at an indoor window
pane with its antennæd
head on a fool's errand
waiting for it to crack

a poet knows pain -
one wouldn't know it
by the stiff upper lip
one could suffer so
waiting for it to crack

some say I'm a few rivets
short of a pair of blue jeans;
me - I like blue jeans
like my memory the faded
the better, soft and blue
like my blue jeans too
not cardboard rigid as if
waiting for them to crack

they're offering euthanasia now
trafficking to a new extreme
I hope I don't become like
the befuddled wasp and find
my way to their picture window
banging my head for attention
waiting for it to crack

4/29/2024 r. 5/2/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the poem it's not usual to write about the poet's shoes. And I love blue jeans.

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From our Tuesday's at Two poetry group:

I have a proud heritage of ancestors that goes back to the Mayflower and to Presidents John & John Q Adams - this poem is not about those Adams…

Word Can poem: prearrange, encounter, refluent, towel, various, extraneous, bi-weekly, pool


In the Adams’ Tradition

bi-weekly, yes, prearranged twice a week,
and every other week, to the pool refluent in
my diligence schooled in the Adams' tradi-
ition to always carry a towel, I’m no fool, in
case of an encounter with any of the various,
extraneous aliens should one ever be encount-
ered on my travails - a hitchhiker to the stars

5/2/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol. Wasn´t acquainted with this particularity of the Adam's tradition. Just musing a bit on the role of a towel in case of a surprise encounter with one of those extraneous beings. Enjoyed the poem!

[tailor STATELY]

Putting it all together after an edit or two to avoid the "Banned" notice: no joy ??? Oy.

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tailor

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My poem for 2pm today (PDT)...

“Wednesday's child won't go to bed” 1

Days blur together at a certain point. Our
abstractions of Monday thru Sunday's voices
yearn for clarity and meaning. What then must
transcendency have to offer? Perhaps to bide
aware of our timeless state we become like
lucid thought itself seeking wonders yet unsettled
each moment no more than transient ghosts!

6/20/2024

Golden shovel ref: L5 of With Writings and Tomes of Bards Who Have Braved by MJ Donnelly

1 alternate saying to traditional nursery rhyme

6/20/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the poem. Can relate to that feeling about the days of the week. Glad that nonsensical has come to it's senses.

[tailor STATELY]

Agree... hard to believe a spurious link would cause so much trouble with an erroneous notification.

Roll Over Robert Graves

Livia loathed the republic
poison, et al
Lucius Aelius Sejanus
suicide in a jail cell -
all in her repertoire
she was the life of the party

to have survived so long
dear Claudius, how ?
a pillow to be worried for
masked by skilled examiners -
poison not so much
for love ever abiden

as for the nation
as it went up in flames
it mattered not -
better a republic in ruins
Livia would have harped
and in the end
all will be forgavin

6/29/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

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School outing: To the grocery store !

Let's go down to the grocery store !
and see what fine foods we could
once afford - ah, see the bacon
behind the case let's race down
the isle to gawk at the steaks and
ribs - ah, I remember when Dad
would bar-b-que on his tiny round
rig with charcoal piled high - a
sprinkling of lighter fluid - and
WHOOSH! with the touch of a match,
seems so long ago. Though the state
has placed a tax on butchering the
beasties - thank heavens for the feral
piggie invasion - who needs a lawn or a
victory garden when doctors can cure
trichinosis prophylactically

7/1/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Agree... hard to believe a spurious link would cause so much trouble with an erroneous notification.

Roll Over Robert Graves

Livia loathed the republic
poison, et al
Lucius Aelius Sejanus
suicide in a jail cell -
all in her repertoire
she was the life of the party

to have survived so long
dear Claudius, how ?
a pillow to be worried for
masked by skilled examiners -
poison not so much
for love ever abiden

as for the nation
as it went up in flames
it mattered not -
better a republic in ruins
Livia would have harped
and in the end
all will be forgavin

6/29/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor


Grim Roman history? Enjoyed,!

[Danik 2016]

School outing: To the grocery store !

Let's go down to the grocery store !
and see what fine foods we could
once afford - ah, see the bacon
behind the case let's race down
the isle to gawk at the steaks and
ribs - ah, I remember when Dad
would bar-b-que on his tiny round
rig with charcoal piled high - a
sprinkling of lighter fluid - and
WHOOSH! with the touch of a match,
seems so long ago. Though the state
has placed a tax on butchering the
beasties - thank heavens for the feral
piggie invasion - who needs a lawn or a
victory garden when doctors can cure
trichinosis prophylactically

7/1/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor


Grim pig meat story!

[tailor STATELY]

lol...

My latest Word Can poem - cleaned up :)... crease, use, headache, serene, gush, wear



Origami

I gushed with delight, I swear
But what a headache if I were to attempt
An origami piece so intricate

The use of fresh paper creased
Ever so many times and manipulated

Here a unicorn! there a dragon and
Other fanciful beasts…

Serene in demeanor the artist imbued
Dharma in each elegant masterpiece

6/20/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Charming poem! Enjoyed!

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Word Can poem: for 7/4/2024: kool-aid, spirit, genre, resemble, club (not in our poetry setting due to the holiday)


But is it Kosher ?

genre ?
Job 40: 15-24
Behemoth -
Purplesaurus Rex
club soda
chilled
drink the
kool-aid
a spirited
effervescence
resembling a
Mogen David
wine spritzer
(so I'm told)

7/7/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

I'm a bit at sea with this poem. I know what kosher ist. There is a juxtaposition of elements, but...

[tailor STATELY]

A nonsense poem... Genre can reference a literary work... Job Bible verse references Behemoth, which was a dinosaur, right? lol... Purplesaurus Rex was a dinosaur representing a purple/grape kool aid flavor, then instead of tap/bottled water use club soda instead to add the kool aid to... which appears to look like a kosher (Mogen David) wine spritzer (so I'm told)... quite nonsense :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Oh, I see! :)

[Danik 2016]

Oh, I see! :)

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For today's assignment later in the day for the Thursdays at Two poetry group. Supposed to a found poem... irregardless, this is what I came up with:


Acrostic: using First Lines of Famous? Poems

Pale amber sunlight falls across
Origami-folded toads
E'en as the bird, who midst the leafy bower
My thoughts are like fire-flies, pulsing in moonlight
Silence! stir not! for a whisper

A bobcat creeps between pinon pines
Rare-sweet the air in that unimagined country
Elfins of the Autumn night

Hidden in wonder and snow, or sudden with summer
Each life converges to some centre
After the wolves and before the elms
Very like to a dream
Earth has not anything to show more fair
Nature has a thousand choirs
Let us go then, you and I
Ye scenes beloved! O welcome once again!

The birds must know. Who wisely sings
Hark! ah, the Nightingale!
I would my soul were like the bird
Named from her woods, with fragrant bowers adorn'd
God scatters beauty as he scatters flowers
Softly drops the crimson sun

7/18/2024

Acrostic: First Line of "Prelude" by Susan Coolidge "Poems are heavenly things,"
The body is comprised from First Lines from poems/poets listed below:

S1
1 "Autumnal" by Ernest Christopher Dowson
2 "Arroyo Seco" by Harryette Mullen
3 "The Divine Comedy" by Dante: The Vision Of Paradise: Canto XXIII
4 "A Mood" by George MacDonald
5 "The Fishers" by H. P. Nichols

S2
1 "A Land Before Time" by Bonnie Manion
2 "The Unfinished Dream" by Walter De La Mare
3 "There Are Fairies" by Madison Julius Cawein

S3
1 "Laurentian Shield" by F. R. Scott
2 "The Goal" by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
3 "My Country in Darkness" by Eavan Boland
4 "The Morning Drive" by Mary Ann H. T. Bigelow
5 "Composed upon Westminster Bridge" by William Wordsworth
6 "Nature Has A Thousand Choirs." by Freeman Edwin Miller
7 "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T. S. Eliot
8 "Sonnet, On Taking A Favourite Walk, After Recovery From Sickness" by Thomas Oldham

S4
1 "The Way to Sing" by Helen Hunt Jackson
2 "Philomela" by Mathew Arnold
3 "The Daring One" by Edwin Markham
4 " Madeira" (An excerpt of the Lusiads - Book 5) by Luís de Camões
5 "God Scatters Beauty" by Walter Savage Landor
6 "Angelus" by Susan Coolidge

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the poem. It makes sense and has a longer acrostic. Recognized some acquaintances!

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you! :)

Addendumb: Turns out my above poem is more a "Cento" type poem than a "Found" poem... more study and practice needed :)

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tailor

[tailor STATELY]

For last Thursday's Thursday at Two poetry assignment I modified and edited a recent Lol challenge poem:

The Man in the Moon: Red Strings / Haibun in the style of Matsuo Basho


Untiringly he chewed his words like a praying locust
beaming as if they were sugarplums - invoking subatomic
red strings to unravel then ushering in great tidal forces
stretching and exciting each vibrating amaranthine string;
tying one end to the pinky finger of one - then the other
to another's creating a bond between two beings thus
quantum entangled forever never to be broken asunder



fated they were joined
in the way of the kami
harmoniously

7/20/2024 r. 8/1/2024

and my Word Can poem from 7/18/2024: feed, hand, manage, acorn


city squirrels

how’s a city squirrel to manage?
acorns in short supply - even then
no place to secrete in the city’s
concrete a winter’s cache…
humility becomes paramount -
to feed from the hand of man
and perchance a drop of water
from a bottle by the charitable
few who take notice in summer

7/18/2024 r. 8/1/2024

8/1/2024's Word can poem to follow later :)


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

The Man in the Moon: Red Strings / Haibun in the style of Matsuo Basho
interesting poem, liked the haiku finish off, but got a bit lost if the bond is between words or creatures or words methamorphosed into creatures.

city squirrels- AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIII! Hope there are places to leave water for these small animals, with the great heat you probably are having.

[tailor STATELY]

Thanx !

One sees squirrels and other creatures reaching out for water on fb on occasion. What cities need, perhaps, is more fountains or water works available for the poor critters. We have water in a trough for the deer, etc. In the wild it must be getting desperate in the heat zones :(

The bond is between people... red strings binding two at their pinkie fingers... I threw in a little theoretical physics, ref: "string theory", to update the poem :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

re:We don't have sqirrels here, but some shops put water out for dogs..
re poem: I see.

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Some more of my recent poetry from our Thursday at Two group:

Assignment: Poem about a book -

Absorbed in Reading: Blue Lipstick; an Acrostic/Golden shovel poem


Blissful musings upon an old dim lit page: It
liberated my eager mind and blithely took
unassuming control of all that was me -
eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious sort of like

Like a vagabond I intruded suddenly upon a
iopterous clan of færies - a one in a million
probability in all honesty... in former years
sangfroid might have been my demeanor; to
tell the truth I was startled. Hard things I'd read
in other texts of their propensities and all,,,,,
chortled a greeting and closed the page! the
kerfuffle avoided I turned to lighter books

8/15/2024

Golden shovel: line from "Advanced English" by John Grandits in his book Blue Lipstick / Concrete Poems


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Word Can poem from 8/1/2024: Connoisseur, belly, haywire, velvet, anticipation, centerpiece, sheave


The Candy Store / Old Sac

anticipation… bins scattered like
haywire sheaves
strewn within the candy store
at the river’s shore
lest things go first awry - to the
jelly belly aisle -
candies to prepare the palate for
velvety connoisseur
chocolates - the centerpiece of candyland!

8/1/2024

Haven't turned my last Word Can poem into electronic media yet...

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Blue Lipstick
You were inspired!
"sangfroid "
"Iopterous"
and specially
"eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious" competing with Joyce's "bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenth urnuk!" as the kerfuffliest word in the English language.

Good take on the word can poem. Rather a difficult combination of words.

[tailor STATELY]

Thanx ! :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

Ah... Thursdays at Two poetry in nearly an hour ;) My assignment offering for today and last time's Word Can poem:

Word Can poem from 8/15/2024: bona fide, dignitary, jaundice, curdle, silo, lamp



Mad World

A lamp cast a jaundiced light
as bona fidie dignitaries spoke
in tones that would curdle milk
at the township waterwork’s meetin’
Leaving I was impressed with tall
silos, barns, and other pharmacopeia
more befuddled than before…
wondering how the old-timers
would be able to pay their bills

8/15/2024 r. 9/5/2024




painters of the night

living away from the skyglow of cities
I beheld the heavens to see its
depth - alas the starfield was

diminished: a full moon held my gaze
I took in the clear still warm air
in deep breaths listening to the

din of a multitude of amorous frogs
serenading the night when the
clamor abruptly ceased around me

somewhere hidden in the darkness
a mountain lion called out -
an inexplicable sound,

making an instant impression upon
me - hairs stood on end in an
involuntary primal response as

an iciness enveloped me; shivers
down my spine - a hyper-awareness
and imaginings in a nanosecond


a friend once told me
mountain lions were always
there - always watching

9/5/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

Bummed out... just after I posted this a fire broke out at property next door, so no poetry today except for what I had emailed... and Tinker Bell got out while I was getting ready to evacuate. Fire seems to be out now and barring flareups in the wind we should be fine... chess at 6:30 hope I find my kitty :(

[Danik 2016]

I hope all goes well with you and Tinker. There are fires here in São Paulo, too, but as yet not where I live.

[Danik 2016]

.PS By your latest post I suppose you are back. Hoping the danger is averted and you are all well..

[Danik 2016]

Beautiful night poem!

The Mad World is a reality here too: prices keep rising and the salaries and the rents don't accompany. I hope there is enough for food and the basic bills.

[tailor STATELY]

Thanx !

A bit frazzled. Found Tinker Bell... how he got out of his carrier I don't know, but he finally came out of hiding in the house... he had every opportunity to get outside, where I thought he was as I didn't close the front door for over 30 minutes whilst hoping to watch the fire's progress with my daughter and loading the car. All we could see was billows of black then white smoke above the trees, which was slowly moving away, the fire gutting our neighbor's home unfortunately. Planes and chopper were otherwise quick and efficient. Keeping the car half packed just in case overnight with a backup cat carrier ready.

Chess: lost 2-games (1 w/ white, 1 w/ black) out of two playing sub par to a marginally better player.

Basic finances are covered with a small emergency fund which is one hit from disappearing.... still, I'm blessed and grateful for that :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Glad that for now all turned out well but you will have to watch out. As for Tinker, my late cat Tino was a specialist in opening doors. I had to change his carrier for a more secure one after he opened the first one and landed in the middle of the street, cars around and all. He used his paw almost like a human hand and opened the bolt. The problem is that he now probably will go into hide as soon as you start carrying things to your car. He probably didn´t go out because he is not thinking of leaving you or his home. He just doesn´t fancy the rides he has been taken too of late.

São Paulo is presently full of burning spots, several people got into prison for arson. The difference: You have Summer now and we Winter.

[tailor STATELY]

Thursdays at Two poetry for 10/3/2024 by tailor

Word Can poem 9/19/2024: occupy, flannel, pretentious, brave, parachute, enterprise, into the void



into the void

Into the void
A pretentious eight armed Occupy
Wearing a flannel textured captain’s hat
On the good ship Enterprise
The first to venture forth from the Marianas Trench
Brave and true
With nary a parachute
To see if intelligent life lived
On the firmament up above
… Sadly no

9/19/2024








Magic /☆

Moonflowers dot the hillside under a new moon all aglow -
against a skeletal tree a ladder bends haphazardly under a
gamesome young witch s-t-r-e-t-c-h-i-n-g wand in hand
in hopes of catching a star to awaking the magi's gift of
conjuring and flight in advance of All Hallows' Eve night
/☆

10/3/2024 acrostic ekphrastic… Magic /☆

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

Here's the pix for the ekphrastic part of the above poem... (I hope)...

9996

[Danik 2016]

Realism and imagination

"Into the void" seems realistic to me. Enjoyed!

"Magic" Charming ekphrastic combination of poem and pix!

[tailor STATELY]

For this Thursdays at Two poetry:

Word Can poem 10/3/2024: trident, crumple, dominate, deepen, earnest, route


Forevermore

The dominion of the sea
falls under Poseidon's sway
whose trident in the deepening
dominates, routing all before his gaze
crumbling those left before him
who scatter earnestly into disarray

Dear reader - crumple these words,
this poor reckoning I pray, then discard
into the dustbin forevermore,
ne'er again to see the light of day

10/3/2024 r. 10/7/2024

Next Assignment: Autumn



Ambiguous Autumn

Leaves progress toward their celestial fate
Like verbs who failed to conjugate
Changing color, wither, fall, then susurrus
Before the wind in their distress

Yet Spring abides in Southern latitudes -
Somewhere sings the Rufous-bellied thrush
To one its sweet beloved beatitudes
Whilst displaying a reddish-orange blush

r. 10/11/2024 r. 10/15/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Forevermore‐What despondency! I hope the poor poem only was assigned to th3 dustbin so that you might use the word "crumple "

Ambiguous autumn Cute poem, but conveying the feeling we have here also, that the seasons are all mixed up.

[tailor STATELY]

Word Can poem from 10/17/2024 for Thursdays at Two: pining, monk, sipping, subtle, tip, bold, denial


temptation

a pining monk sat tippling boldly
sipping a subtle honey-rice wine
his vows temporarily put on hold in denial

10/17/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Lol! Enjoyed the precise minimalistic take!

[tailor STATELY]

Our Thursdays at Two poetry assignment due yesterday was a Rispetto in the style of ABAB CCDD... I went with 11-sillybibbles in each line:



November Rispetto

Oak trees shedding acorns, crunch beneath one’s feet
Those not raked with leaves and pine needles elude
burn piles here and there crackling with intense heat
Smoke rises at a whim changing the wind’s mood

Bucking logs into rounds, stacked after splitting
Election Day, Veteran's Day, Thanksgiving
There seems to be no time to dilly-dally
Preparing for Winter in Garden Valley

11/7/2024

... I'm especially giddy about rhyming "Garden Valley" with 'dilly-dally"; still room for improvement :)

My silly Word Can poem to follow after typing it up :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed the poem."No time for dilly-dally" emphasizing a certain sense of urgency sounds OK for me. It's an unformal expression that combines with the poem.

Curious about your word can poem.

[tailor STATELY]

Ok, I warned you it was silly :) Word Can poem for 11/7/2024: Bib, bezel, dinner, danger, tableau, docket, sullen, nausea


Hickory Dickory Docket

hickory dickory docket
the bezel on my grandfather's clock was lock-ed
the clock struck five
and we sullenly dived
to the dinner table
wearing bib-overalls, falderals
having left the tableau outside
where danger lurked
in the dark-et
putting on our feedbag
only to retch
ad nauseum

11/7/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

"in the dark-et" would sound more natural to me if just "in the dark" without the rhyme. The content is not so very clear to me, something wrong with that dinner?

[tailor STATELY]

“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” - C.S. Lewis

Accidently poisoned myself this morning
eating dinner after midnight
some too rare cooked beef ribs I broiled at home
Fell asleep at the keyboard and woke up
to sweats, nausea, and
the strangest auditory distortion
of early morning sports news.
The auditory oddity persisted
after I had purged... A bit wobbly
getting around and chose to bundle up
in my easy chair listening to a 10-hour
binaural beats deep sleep video
which sounded even more bi-gnarlilly,
Tinker cat curling between my legs,
and I toddled off to sleep...
Awakening quite refreshed,
'cept a queasy tummy, and cold (61° F/16° C)
I stoked the heat stove... Ate a banana and
2-mandarin citrus fruits,
and drank a t-a-l-l double hot cocoa
... and wrote this poem for Thursday at Two poetry:


Starting Over

If I should die of a
broken heart today
that would be ok
A new day would dawn
for another one
where the promise
of love goes on and on

11/18/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Ai! That was your birthday celebration?if yes and not just poetic imagination I hope you are well now. A medicine l use for "queasy tummy" is made of active coal l suppose you can find it in your drugstore.

I hope the year that is starting today will be a better personal year and bring renovation of what is stale.

[tailor STATELY]

Thanx :) All too real.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Sad! Anyway, birthday is over, you have survived rare beef and hot chocolate (with a queasy tummy) and now its starting anew!

[tailor STATELY]

Thursdays at Two poetry 11/21/2024: Today for our Word Can challenge we had 9-participants including our El Dorado County Poet Laureate, Stephen Meadows, and two guests... with two members absent due to illness

Word Can: splash, trust, synopsis, forgive, incomplete, “into the air”, bustle, jitney, menagerie


Into the Bush

The synopsis is as follows -
We took the 10 am jitney
into the bush
Passing water holes on the way
with a splish and a splash
Crocodiles preceding us
rushing from their banks
untrusting and camera shy
We observed through pink lenses
with an incomplete understanding
whilst watching the hustle and bustle
of the menagerie before us
Vultures bolted into the air as we stare
not likely to forgive as we
startle them from a kill
Lions roared and hyenas laughed
Giraffes legged about
not in on the joke

11/21/2024 r. 11/22/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed your menagery!I would perhaps only take out the explanation of "synopsis".

[tailor STATELY]

Done and done :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

My assignment for today 12/5/2024 for Thursdays at Two...

Challenge: rain, crowd, adrift, years, kind, borrow

"A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning." - James Dickey


Do Not Regret the Rain

'twas a rainy day -
light rain from a cloud-choked sky
when they reminisced

he studied her eyes -
turbulent as an ocean
storm breaking afar

they shared their stories
oblivious to the crowds
with hushed even tones

on borrowed time the
years unfurled not always kind
then one last embrace

two ships parted ways
a bit less bereft perhaps
less adrift at sea

12/5/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

A heartwarming poem. Enjoyed so much!

[tailor STATELY]

Last sessions Word Can poem and today's poem offering for Thursdays at Two poetry:

Word Can: chart, weekly, gremlin, mountains, steeple, selection, season, drill, darkly



Beyond the city lights

Drove my drab green AMC Gremlin
Charting a course from steeple to mountaintop
Foregoing my weekly regimen of exercise drills
For a season
To take in the colors of the fall in all of its glory
Beyond the city lights and bustle,
Denying a selection of music
Recommended by my AI for no other reason
But to take off my blinders
Lest I experience nature through a glass darkly

12/5/2024 r. 12/7/2024 r. 12/19/2024


Assignment for 12/19/2024: Winter / solstice / word: effulgent


Winter’s Solstice Draws Nigh

The doldrums of Autumn near end -
Here and there fog lingers on…
Winter’s solstice draws nigh, a more joyful
Time when the daylight hours begin
To lengthen - my sad countenance then
Diminishes to better see His hand in
The effulgent beauty of His creation,
Uplifted to sing His praise with all my
Heart and celebrate our Savior’s birth

12/16/2024 r. 12/18/2024 r. 12/19/2024

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed both poems! They sound complementary to me, the first registering the feelings about the place, the second about the season.
In the first poem maybe I would change the position of the last word:"Lest I experience nature darkly through a glass."

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you :)

Hmmm... I used the snippet "through a glass darkly" which is a quote from 1 Corinthians 13:12, and is used in an Ingmar Bergman film as the title, to add some tension; I'll keep ruminating over the line for now.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

I see. But then it was a translated snipped in both cases.

[tailor STATELY]

Excellent ! I use the King James Version translation ( KJV - 1611 A.D. ) following my faith's practice :)

A history of translations: https://www.bibleblender.com/2019/biblical-lessons/biblical-history/ancient-texts/the-complete-history-of-bible-translations-how-the-word-was-delivered-from-god-to-our-modern-day-bibles

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Very interesting link, thanks. And the King James translation is famous. Just learned from your link that there is also a new King James translation.

[tailor STATELY]

Thursdays at Two poetry assignment for 2/20/2025: Close my eyes / point to a place on a map / write a poem around that place



St Kitts (St Christopher)

“It tek time to foine ant’s belly. or It takes time to find the ant’s belly. or Persevere until you accomplish your goal, no matter how difficult it seems.”
- a saying (and translation) from St. Kitts


Liken to the whimsy
of pin the tail on the donkey
with no tail, no donkey
just a push pin in hand

I whirled about thrice, eyes closed
felt for the wall behind me
then reached out thrusting the pin into
the flat earth before me
and voila! St. Kitts is pierced nearby
thus chosen

I know naught of St. Kitts
so I perused...

"The hidden gem of the Caribbean"
shaped like a whale,
a binary federation including
the nub Nevis,
part of an arc of small islands off Puerto Rico
leading to Venezuela -
with all the charms of the Caribbean Blue:
bright sun
fresh sea breezes
stunning shores
lush rainforests
majestic mountains
Island fishing
resorts
a colonial heritage with all the trappings
... and so much more

Hence: a pastoral poem writ in 1764
by James Grainger
"The Sugar Cane", extolled, in epic verse,
in four "books" the culture surrounding
this ubiquitous colonial treasure:
"... Spirit of Inspiration, that did’st lead
Th’ Ascrean Poet to the sacred Mount,
And taught’st him all the precepts of the swain;
Descend from Heaven, and guide my trembling steps"
... the sugar cane industry ceased since 2005

I extract the push pin
and from the flat earth therein
a hole remains -
the entire Caribbean Sea drains
the sea laid bare
and treasure everywhere
glittering the sea bed in what once was blue
Inca and Aztec plunder - a glorious golden hue
tempest wrecked ships and from piracy
as far and as wide the eye can see:


conquistadors' hoard

lost civilizations' gold

Davy Jones locker

2/20/2025

[Danik 2016]

Interesting assignment!. Enjoyed this presentation of St Kitts.

[tailor STATELY]

As Only an April Fool
Spring has lost its wits... as only an April fool
I tried to nap snug as a cat the cold day away
the fire stove becoming impotent as I slept
rain and hail, and snow (in small measure)
the water bucket keeping the kitchen floor dry
I need venture outside to get a supply of wood
outside as I hope for a respite between downpours
before the night envelopes this homely home

4/1/2025

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Oh my! It explains why it is still hot here.
Enjoyed the poem, but not the weather it described.
How do you do on wet days? Does wet wood work?

[tailor STATELY]

My wood is covered by a tarp and has remained thankfully dry :)

As Only an April Fool, Pt. 2


electrical storm
births an evening thunder hail
pierces the darkness

4/1/2025

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

:)

Rain, thunder and lightning
Waterland
People stranded at the underground
Home sweet home!

[tailor STATELY]

Google AI: Widespread Flooding:
Heavy rain, described as a month's worth of rainfall in just a few hours, led to severe flooding across São Paulo.
Subway Chaos:
Passengers were forced to navigate flooded subway stations, with some even climbing onto handrails to avoid the rising floodwaters.
Transport Disruptions:
Cars were washed away, and one man was even seen riding a jet ski down a flooded street.
Electricity Outages:
Over 100,000 homes reportedly lost electricity due to the storm.
Other Incidents:
A section of a shopping mall roof collapsed in the northern district of Vila Guilherme due to the weight of the rain, and a British Airways plane was struck by lightning at Guarulhos International Airport.
People stranded:
People were seen swimming in floodwaters to escape a stranded bus in Guarulhos, in the Brazilian state of Sao Paulo
Emergency Response:
The Guarulhos prefecture mobilized a task force to clean streets, remove debris, and provide assistance to families affected by the storm.

Terrible.

[Danik 2016]

Yes that's it. I only don't remember hearing anything about the British Airways plane but the rest all happened. I remember when rain was a good thing. Today people are afraid of the rain, afraid to go out or have trees falling on their heads or their cars. Anyway I'm lucky because I'm usually at home. I used the subway when I still worked.

[tailor STATELY]

Ok, catching up with some Word Can poems from Thursdays at Two (as one might remember we only had maybe 10-15 minutes to come up with something/edits aside later as noted :) :


Word Can: Saline, wearily, contact, shift, possibly, accept, recess



at the seashore

in contact with my inner self
shifting memories in the recesses of my mind
I walk, not wearlily, with a spring in my step
accepting two rivulets of saline tears down my face
as memories ebb and flow
possibly sealing my bond with the sea

12/19/2024 r. 12/20/2024
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Word Can : wrap, tell, throng, adjective, string, overhead


tell your story in a poem

there’s no overhead to join the throng
sing with joyous voice your song -
or better still tell your story in a poem
written down on festive paper
using colorful adjectives, verbs, et al
then wrap in a festive box
tied tightly with the reddest string
as a present for a future generation

1/2/2025 r. 1/16/2025
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Word Can: hide, animal, insight, teacher, overload, bedrock, yapping, resist, sour




Resist !

resist! resist! the animal in me cries out
a limbic insight borne of eons of DNA memories
though experience is the best teacher
sensory overload, a sour bile rises in my throat
I choke it down
I rise from the bedrock, spear in hand
keeping the fire between me and the cave bear
… a distant yapping - hyenas in the darkness
waiting for scraps perhaps
no place to run
no place to hide

2/6/2025
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Word Can poem: pruning, tour, red, parking lot, voucher, seed pod, tern




tern

tern, tern
tour de force winged one
bring me a seed pod from Samarkand
of wisteria prunings from that far land
where a red sun rises, and a crescent moon
lingers still, bashfully wan - sighing
“pave paradise put in a parking lot”
a voucher for your presence
a penny for your thoughts

2/20/2025 r. 3/6/2025
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Word Can poem: Wave, think, pattern, thistle, farmyard, epiphany, ladder,
heat, tabulate


In a farmyard far from home

In a farmyard far from home
I wandered in the heat of day
Past a copse of thistles stomped down by cows
I found a ladder near a trough
And whilst I stooped to drink
An orb spider’s web caught my eye
At least I think it was
I marveled at the web’s intricacies
A moiré pattern that shimmered in hypnotic waves
And I received an epiphany of sorts
That spiders are much better at math than I
The sums they must tabulate

3/6/2025
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Word Can poem: compelling, comfort, withhold, description, brusque, silence, tundra, tin




As a child...

As a child in North West Seattle fair
I became aware
I recall a brusque tundra-esque day in Winter
An apt description
Wearing a tin star and pearl handled six shooters
Retiring from watching Roy Rogers on the telly
Absorbed in the compelling comfort of silence
I began searching in encyclopedias and dictionaries
And books of fairy tales and other lore
Where nothing could withhold my imagination

4/3/2025
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Word Can poem:: aunt, familiar, earth, flounder, moisten, seething, french (words from a session I missed last time)

a possible interpretation of a French aunt and uncle making out by a 5 year old




a lasting familiarity
ma taunt and mon oncle
moistened lips
like two flounders
French kissing
seething poissons
with not a dearth of passion

5/1/2025
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Word Can poem: zero, torch, petition, star, glimmer, smudge, portion


Peace of a Dove

a zero portion
nary a smidgen of smudge -
a torch for a light
in a sea of drudge -

may I petition
the stars up above
just a bit of their glimmer
for the peace of a dove

5/1/2025
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Word Can poem: promising, motion, misty, tennis, distant, longitude,
apparent, concern



In worn tennis shoes…

In worn tennis shoes I set out for
the Misty Mountains - a distant land as
far as latitude and longitude was mete

A long loping motion I maintained
at least for a while
then a casual saunter

For what lay behind me offered
no apparent consideration nor concern
Thus seeking a promising destination

I wandered less as the crow flies
through bucolic ways to a pleasant place
where I could rest my bones

5/15/2025 r.5/17/2025 r. 6/20/2025
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Word Can poem: tendril, ruin, felt, press, gloom, dun, drop

Absconded by a Medieval Naturalist



me tendrils felt
to ruin drop
a deepening gloom
oppressed into a
dun coloured book
ne’er to see
the light of day again

6/5/2025
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Word Can poem: tilt, smudge, heart-stopping, touchy, ignite, eggs, intimate, describe


I’ll Have My Eggs…

I’m touchy about my eggs
Let me intimate, let me describe
Tilt a pan this way and that
A heart-stopping act
Ignites my passion to eat
Leaving nary a smudge
Left on my plate

6/19/2025


Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyable read all of them, but I liked best the first one "at the sea shore". The difficulty of reading them on the paddles is that there are now so many poems that it is not easy to access the most recent ones.

[tailor STATELY]

I know what you mean... what I do is press the End key on my keyboard to access the most recent ones, and to add to the multitude, since they're essentially all on one page... perhaps I should weed my garden :)

[Danik 2016]

Can you please post the link again? I don't remember where it is anymore. No I don't think you should exclude any poem unless you are dissatisfied with it. It is always good to have a considerable body of work if you want to publish the poems.

[tailor STATELY]

Lol... it gets buried every time we move on: https://padlet.com/tailorstately/beneath-the-dogwoods-of-may-kn9o45weuso

Here's a Word Can poem I must have missed:

Word Can : photograph, presentation, mind, eminent, lift, management, lock


preeminently morose

preeminently morose
"... all I've got is a photograph…"
is plucked from my memory
unlocking feelings I’d wished to hide -
a presentation to move me
I imagine
by the current management of my
heart… an attempt to lift me
out of my doldrums, my ennui
but all I can manage is pain

2/4/2025

It appears more polished than most... I must have missed that day and received the words to work on at my leisure.

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[tailor STATELY]

My latest attempt for our Thursdays at Two poetry for today: Raven


Where the Ravens Fly (Tautogram Poem)

Ravens swooned over the low crescent moon
radiant heavens, bright stars importune
rising in greeting dawn's effulgent rays
regaling with every wing beat’s blaze

Raucous in flight at first light's sultriness
rhetorical squawks punctuate the air
resounding “crou, crou”s signal that they're there
rhapsodic freedom bursting to excess

Reflections shimmer in a mirrored lake
revealed as the lofty heights merrymake
Rejoice! in the serenity at hand
revel in the majesty of this pristine land

7/3/2025

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed but had to look up tautogram poem, even noticing a vast use of "r".

[tailor STATELY]

:)

Todays offering for Thursdays at Two poetry and last session's Word Can poem:

Word Can poem for 7/3/2025: pour, cilantro, feast, pier, light, realize, stretch, learning


realize the light

realize the light
let it pour
stretch into learning
feast upon understanding
grow like sweet cilantro
from pillar to pier
sheltered bays and coves
finding joy
from Monterey
to Tangier

7/3/2025



Assignment for 7/17/2025: Summer



Summer Supernova

spring's soliloquy succumbs to summertime
umbrella skies no more and
more's the pity as daylight shortens - the
magic of country livin'
embraces each soul - now all is
radiant poetry: California dreamin' is easy

serenity... ah, slowly we delight in the
unfolding days of summer
perceive the stars rejoicing each night
exquisite points of light - all is
resplendent like
newly faceted gems, each a
offering of perfection
vying with the piercing eyes of
a perfect God which surpasses all thought

7/17/2025


"California dreamin' " - song by The Mamas and The Papas
“Summertime and the livin’ is easy.” – DuBose Heyward, S1 L1 from the song Lullaby from the play “Porgy and Bess”
“The summer night is like a perfection of thought.” - Wallace Stevens, L9 of the poem World Was Calm

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed!

Learned that coentro is called cilantro in English.
Enjoyed the acrostic. And summer seems to be more serene without menace of fires.

[tailor STATELY]

Some recent poetry from my Thursdays at Two poetry offerings:

Word Can poem: pine, calyx, publicity, pocket, mother, mysteries, level, move (30-minutes on this one)


no less mysterious

on a level no less mysterious
the calyx seeks no publicity
forms a pocket for the flower
like a mother's embrace
it sways with the blossom
moves with the winds soft breath
pining for sunny days

8/21/2025


Word Can poem (with revisions): fascinate, improve, hope, purpose, pushy, province, Aunt


a Nod to Emily Dickinson1


My pushy, but flamboyant, Aunt Fran
truly an ugly American
once visited a province in France
Her purpose to improve her exotic dance
watching les trés jolie Can Can’s
fascinated with their exotic fans
Prancing about like jerboas
Fran took note of their feather boas
strategically placed over their nethers
for "hope is the thing with feathers"1

7/17/2025 r. 8/7/2025



An ekphrastic poem of a photo by Carol Clark “Magic In the Sky: The Aurora Borealis in Grand Teton National Park, Wyoming”

There's magic in the Wyoming sky tonight
above the craggy Mount Teton peaks
a curtain of shimmering colors
where the Northern lights are at play

Bright stars peep through this layered veil
of grays and browns and greens -
yellows, orange, and there! hot pink -
a majestic purple topped by indigo

And as the night advances
when the aurora is at its peak
one can hear soft crackles and a hiss
whispers of a greater power

8/21/2025

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed specially the delicate first poem and the last. Did you see the picture it describes or just the description of it?

[tailor STATELY]

Thanx :) Yes, saw the photo in our Art Gallery; it was a competition piece for our local Art On The Divide https://www.artonthedivide.com/ that our poetry group agreed to write about. I will be with our poetry group later this month to read my poem at a reception :)

[Danik 2016]

Thanks for the link. I hope you have a nice reading event!

[tailor STATELY]

Sadly I became ill and could not participate at the event, COVID if I recall correctly...

The following is for my assignment for 2/5/2026 for our Thursdays at Two poetry group meeting. It was challenged to be an acrostic including idioms, clichés, etc.:



Hang in There

At the end of your rope ? Hang in there -
Cross that bridge when you come to it; though it be
Raining cats and dogs
Over the moon and far away
Show your true colors by
Throwing caution to the wind and
In the heat of the moment simply
Call it a day

1/19/2026

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Enjoyed how you arranged the idioms. The only one that is new to me is "Over the moon and away". Most of them exist in Portuguese.

[tailor STATELY]

"Over the moon" is the idiom, I just added a bit at the end. :)

[Danik 2016]

Oh, I see! And what does it mean?

[tailor STATELY]

Google AI - "Over the moon" is an idiom used to describe a state of extreme happiness, delight, or being thrilled about something. It originates from the 18th-century nursery rhyme "Hey Diddle Diddle," featuring a cow jumping over the moon. It is often used to express immense joy, such as "She was over the moon with her engagement"... and more...
• "Disconnection from Reality: The phrase can sometimes imply a state of being "spaced out" or inattentive, as if one is physically not present, similar to "being on the moon"."
• "Historical Usage (Distress): Historically, the phrase has been used in opposite, negative contexts. In the 1619 play The Humorous Lieutenant, "leaping o'er the moon" was used to describe someone in deep distress or despair."

Thus, structurally within my poem the happiness part is declined.

[Danik 2016]

Thanks for this extensive research, tailor.
To describe a state of happiness we use in Portuguese, "to be in the clouds "

For the situation of disconnection we use a similar idiom: "to be in the world of the moon".

[tailor STATELY]

:) "to be in the clouds " would be: to be 'on Cloud 9' in our idioimicity - subject of film and song, and yes a poem by myself and others :)

[tailor STATELY]

I just found this poem... I wrote it sometime last fall and it was just hanging about and not posted or added to my collections:


a chill sunny afternoon

a chill sunny afternoon this fall day
mister squirrel bounded into view
through oak leaves strewn during
days of wind and rain - an appoint-
ment with the færie queen seeking
advice regarding the coming Winter

the golden sunlight glimmering on
golden leaves, some still shimmering
with dew as they crackled delightfully
from mister squirrel's scurrying to
a bole in an ancient oak that led
to a portal into another dimension

Fall 2025

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

A cute poem. Enjoyed the sqirrel's
scurrying around between two dimensions.

[tailor STATELY]

From Thursdays at Two poetry yesterday:

Word can: bin, village, needle, launch, odd, make tea, cashmere


A Village Near Kashmir

In a village near Kashmir we walked
through a needle into a small cafe -
bins stacked here and there -
yet felt an odd comfort as we sat upon
luxurious Persian rugs - and as
the proprietor made tea we launched
into the small talk our local guides led
peeling back the centuries

5/7/2026

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor

[Danik 2016]

Charming poem. Enjoyed specially the walk through the needle!

[tailor STATELY]

Thank you :)

Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor