Find your voice Rose....we all want to hear from you. BTW, the sonnet wasn't actually directed at you, it was an honest coincidence that I chose the rose symbol....I embarrassingly over-use it in my writing
It's not hard to write stuff people like. Consider the lyrics to a song recorded by the Rockateens:
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo woo hoo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo
Woo hoo hoo
etc
By George, I think he's got it.
edgar
Cav is ever the courtier with his fourteen lines of petals
That sprinkle attar here and from the prism of his mind.
The pattern poetry of the artist's mortar and pestle
Grind and pulverize and strangle the light,
Into thousands of glittery star littered nights.
The same is counted in clover,
The dandelion and thyme
In Poe's strange and runic rhyme.
Through the fields of heather
runs Heather, in leather,
I wonder whether
she'd ball my tether.
Feel free to be as hi-brow or low-brow as you wish. Edgar is right, the fun is in trying.
Thanks Letty, I find forcing a structure into a brief time period is a great mind stretch.
You be velcome Toronto,
Sometimes it's a no show
With Brand X and his hex
And Rose with her thorns
My Gawd, we can make lemonade
Out of a used car.
That would take a Lada cars...
Do you know that Bo of Toronto writes great poetry.
He's shy, though.
Now where is that Gypsy, Rose Lee?
Grr on Bo...he should be here supporting his T.O. brethren. He even came to our mini-gathering with ehBeth, Setanta, Wenchilina and Mrs. cav.
Through windswept hills the curlew's cry
woke all from sleep and gentle rest,
The spirits seemed to mock the sky,
the moon went dark beneath the crest
of Castle Farnham, dark and dank,
Chill-bone rooms and dungeons rank
with ghosts of those who gave their lives
in duty to their countrymen,
for freedom's fight they indeed strived,
but Farnham balked, and rained on them
the horror of the lance and blade,
and all who fought forced to evade
an honoured death, deserved of men
who fought for truth and liberty,
fought ever so valiantly.
And Farnham sits upon his throne,
ragged, threadbare, and diseased,
The curlew's call makes him uneased,
"Prophet of death, let me atone!"
The curlew cares not of his fears.
His gruesome death falls on deaf ears.
Cav ma fave
When he write da wave
He duv
He xtra swave
Build stave on stave
Goo stuv
My trip home from work on a rainy night
and a remembrance of a long lost dead GI
I am down tonight
for no apparent reason
I stop
first for
a steak
and kelly
the new waitress
whose 15 yr old bro
is coming to the city
needs ideas for his visit
and help punching in
my Manhattan/straight up.
MTV
I say into the sirloin's
ear
S'wat?
Mtv i repeat
and am crowned
king and prince n goodfellow
which is the AF Base in Tx where, well nevermind all that.
On the bus there are theatre stages
the woman holding her groceries for one
like a newborn baby,
humming into her cellphone
''that's alright some ether time.''
the racketball player mouthing lines from
i swear to god
a williams play
The two actresses, I know they are, reading re-writes from a pad.
and
The blackcoated man, tense as a clock,
(a line I stole and re-stole
from Richard
now long dead,
a poet and a milepost on the way home)
huddles over his Palm, writing poetry.
Wait,
I know him.
No. no
Someone like him only more translucent
or just lucent.
On the train
there is a party
The german tourists wave their MTA maps and despair.
A mother explains (again) that they are going to Lucy's,
there is no joy in the certainty of Lucy's from the four year old.
Six black, black, black girls are tryin to break the sound barrier.
I open my Palm to scribe this down.
There is the receipt with Kelly's name
and a note to send the website,
as soon as I am home.
When will that be?
Here I am at this keyboard,
the steak was medium rare,
the cats are fed,
Richard is dead,
for no apparent reason.
There is something tapping keystrokes on my window.
Jonathan
By God, that was great, Joe. Thanks for posting it here.
Thanks.... it just spews out like that you know........
I keep tellin' you people...he is the best.
(smug smile)
Eva, So you did.
Hey, Joe. It's that amerind in ya, I think
Seriously, Joe. I was watching every step you took. Great!
Good morning all!
It's still dark here,
The blinds are pulled,
But the black shows through.
In one brief spay of flash and flair,
The sun will emerge and
Melt the ocean.
Good morning all. Looks like a beautiful day will be dawning hereabouts. Wish I could go on some outing with the grandkids, but, no; it's the salt mines for moi.
I've got the wings
I've got the moves
Who wields the strings
And what behooves
To keep me earthbound
Fasts for beauty
Quest for true love
Vex me truly
Iron velvet glove
Does hold me spellbound
