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The Game Was Postponed,
But He Still Struck Out. . .Looking.
Some day (she said) we’ll have a hearth,
Just Yours and Mine.
Reflected in the fire’s glow,
Our glasses will clink and wave fine wine,
Not the cheap beer we so well know.
Outside a whippoorwill will trill
Under a star’s wistful flight.
The moon’ll blush full with our love’s thrill–
But, sorry, Honey, not tonight.
Aunt Shecky
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How true, how true! Good poetry! Really love this line: "Neither of us asks,Quote:
Originally Posted by CdnReader
because neither of us
wants to answer."
That kind of expresses life condenssed.
Pen
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Ah... Pen..... You are so sweet. Thank you! :)
Sometimes in this light
a poem rises like dust
and I must hold my breath
and fill its spaces
with my words.
Our lives toss and turn around
much like stones in a
jeweller's tumbler
and when our edges
soften at last...
...what then?
Yup. Mine. Ta.Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Had a sick grandbaby last night so I stopped by to
see him this morning.
Max
Little minds and little hands
Little kisses for me
Little feet and little arms
That hold me oh so tight
Little smiles and little eyes
That dance with delight
Cause Granny’s here
To play with you and
Make sure you’re alright
Little baby growing up
Soon to big to hold
Sit on my lap while you will
And be my baby tonight
Thanks, mom. He was so happy to see you! I'll keep this for when he gets bigger and he will feel special knowing you love him so much.
This one's a keeper, imo.Quote:
Originally Posted by firefangled
sour milk dropped
with sickening
solidity
into
a blue
pool
Didn't notice this before.Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
Really? WCW's wife you mean? No, I didn't know that. Nice coincidence.
Plums in the icebox could so easily be a cure for impotence couldn't it? Sorry, I'm being childish. I put some plums in the icebox once when I was staying at my grandmother's house years ago. They were just as sweet and cold as WCW suggested.
fab poem blpQuote:
Originally Posted by blp
people
wait
in your head,
aspirin
there,
on the radio,
you too,
a poem,
almost —
ringing
phone
Thanks, 5th.Quote:
Originally Posted by TheFifthElement
I love "Queue," Firefangled. Very short, like what contempt. life does to our attention spans. This tiny poem of yours actually does what is says. An example of John Ciardi's stmt: "A poem does not mean but be." (obviously I'm paraphrasing. Will look up the exact quote.)
Ever notice the homonym,"cue"? Think there's some connection?
Over here we usually say "line" (another connection with
"line" and "phone.") In most of the USA it's waiting in line; in New York City, for some reason it's "on" line.
Decisions
line up like
footsteps
in
the
sand.
Tidal waters
wash them
out to
sea.
Petals
floating
on a
stream -
Your hair
smells of
sunflowers.
Your hands, soft and gentle
The first time we touched
Your hands, strong and skilled
Every time we touch
You hands, sure and knowing
Each time we are together
You hands tenderly
Hold my heart
Thanks, AuntShecky. I've often wondered about cue and queue. Queue is so much more what line tries to be. It is a definite line reason.Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
We have line dancing in which everyone is dancing while waiting to get in or pay, or get cash from the ATM?
We have a gas line (I won't even go there.)
There is, of course, a line of reasoning, where everyone is standing behind one another trying to figure something out.
There is a support line, which reminds me of the story of Bertrand Russell giving a lecture somewhere on astronomy. At the end of the lecture during questions an old woman way in the back stood up and said, "What you just finished saying is garbage. The earth is flat, not round, and it is not supported by gravity; it is supported on the back of a giant tortoise." Russell asked her, "And what is supporting the tortoise?" The old woman snapped back, "You think you are very clever young man, very smart, asking me that, but it is turtles all the way down."
And this is why I love the word queue, even though I am standing in the line marked U.S.A.
John Ciardi's, How a Poem Means - Great book!
Truth
snuck up from behind
and sucked out
my
breath
[QUOTE=AuntShecky;436511]I love "Queue," Firefangled. Very short, like what contempt. life does to our attention spans. This tiny poem of yours actually does what is says. An example of John Ciardi's stmt: "A poem does not mean but be." (obviously I'm paraphrasing. Will look up the exact quote.)
It was John Ciardi -- it was Archibald MacLeish:
the closing line to Ars Poetica:
"A poem should not mean but be."
"Decisions" by The Fifth Element is a patterned poem, in which the lines of the text are arranged in a pattern or a pictograph. Another example is "Easter Wings" by George Herbert. When you turn the page that the poem is on, it is in the shape of what the poem describes.
Aunt Shecky - I'm glad you noticed this. I was aiming for a footprint shape, but it kind of looks like a fish :eek2:Quote:
Originally Posted by AuntShecky
That's what I tried to do here, a pattern poem. When I was thinking of avarice for the thread, 'and the word is...', I kept thinking of all the books and CDs and papers that I can't seem to do without and the picture of a friendship ball I had received that came full of decadent chocolates came to mind. I'm not sure they have anything to do with each other but that's what came to mind. Maybe it looks more like a top or a bobber. Oh well.
More
More
More for me
I really need more
I shall never have enough
Stack it here, stack it there
On the desk or under the chair
The shelf is full, spilled on the floor
I can still walk through it so give me more
What's that I hear, a knock at my door
I cannot get to it so I'll just ignore
The outstretched hand in need
Curse their incessant greed
I just don't have enough
They don't need more
More than me
More
Ampoule, you are really brilliant at this art. I am truly humbled.Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
[may I also add that the name 'ampoule' means lightbulb in French, and I think of those beautiful little lights that one sees on a Christmas tree, when I read your avatar name -- hmmm, random of me, but I wanted to say that.] :)
I am moving.
The Earth is moving.
The sky is moving.
Peace
is in motion.
Thank you so much kiz. I wouldn't say I am brilliant but it certainly was enjoyable. And yes, I knew about ampoule. That is exactly why I chose it as my screen name.Quote:
Originally Posted by kiz_paws
Midnight sweat spills
off your forehead
in to my heart.
Too long a part.
Too soon to part.
well...to say the truth,I'm really scared to see so many scholars here,all flashing their talents every now and then.don't know if I should dare to put something in here...lets just give it a try.
Moon-struck
Moon-struck me
had forgotten for a while
the fossiled gloom
of precious mankind.
come stars,breathe for me
tonight.
Nothing to be scared of gothic, this is a beautiful poem.Quote:
Originally Posted by gothic
Yes, very nice.
This is a lovely poem too. ;)Quote:
Originally Posted by ampoule
Saffron rice
Very nice
Chocolate cake
No heartbreak
Drank my water, paid the check.
She was gone. Well, what the heck?
Indeed a very touching poem. Here's one of mine too, about the Moon:Quote:
Originally Posted by gothic
His Moon
Raise the veil, behold
His Moon
Too close to
Overlook her deep sorrow
Usurping her brow
Too far to
Reach her heavenly landscape
Confirming a pallid hope
This is very lovely too!Quote:
Originally Posted by autolycus
Richard Aldington wrote a wonderful short poem about the moon which goes :
Evening
The chimneys, rank on rank,
Cut the clear sky;
The moon,
With a rag of gauze about her loins
Poses among them, an awkward Venus -
And here am I looking wantonly at her
Over the kitchen sink.
Sticking with the moon theme:
The
moon hangs,
a silver cup
low on the horizon.
Night drips in, heavy
with longing as the stars
slip with abandon
from its
grasp.
Pie In the Sky
I'll just have that little sliver,
the one on the indigo plate.
Please! No accusations
about my big eyes! ;)
Thanks to all of you! You ppl really know how to encourage a new person in here!
From leaf to leaf
they drip down deep,
one after another,
forming a pool tranquil,
that swells steadily inside...
with blissful eternal streams.
And leave me saturated,
the drops of ethereal mirth.
The fashionable people are here
Now
And what is most important to them is a sense of the
Now
which they are eagerly awaiting
Now
now let's not fail to disappoint them
Well, just received
that plastic animal thing
you ordered for us in the post
Guys at the meat rack
grimly intent on bagging
a bit of skirt
oh that this tutu solid flesh should melt
you are gone
and I'm alone
except
for the part
of your soul
that is always
within me
I'll contribute an old one in the name of the moon:
The slender moon hasn’t seen
A softer night, or lovelier dream.
Tonight she wears a tangerine coat,
Phthalo hat, and diamond brooch.
Oh! I like this very much.Quote:
Originally Posted by Riesa
For motherhubbard
I wish you would come and visit.
Bring babies and I’ll make coffee
and just let them play.
We could talk about everyone
who is not here and have a
laugh and enjoy our time together.
I’ll make some lunch and we’ll have a cookie.
I won’t be the mom and you won’t be the baby.
But we’ll be friends who love each other
And laugh and enjoy our time together.