Poetics and Poetry Discussion

Looking for a title for this. It was as a result of a friend's comment on a lake District photograph.

The walkers walk the walk of those before,
no matter, be they local.... or from far.
They talk the talk, but not all know the core.
Not all can see the soil’s inward star.

The hillside’s and the valleys’ roadside’s gems,
may punctuate our memories at length?
They cannot show to all from where it stems.
They cannot show from where we find the strength.

The locals and the visitors alike,
turn blind eyes to the stark reality.
Can any reconstructed dry-stane dike,
reflectively, in truth be Quality.

In some ways we abhor, ”Tourists”’ invasions...
And yet we all conform to these conservative frustrations?

Reading " American Isis" , Carl Rollyson's new biography on Sylvia Plath...and so, this seems an appropriate poem to post - and read aloud.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from The Tempest

Ariel's Song

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd
The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Hark, hark!
Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark.
Bow-wow.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them—Ding-dong, bell.

Under A Hoodie


1.
Outside of windows: deliberate darkness.
As wide as thought, there comes the briefest time
on streets of endless cries, when houses
deign to be spaces that shine and swallow
Cowls, which hides innocence, unsecured.


2.
Running, perpetually into
The thick of frustrations, tied to a cause,
They were tragic twins beneath the tutelage
Of ‘specious’ skies, wrestling with doubt
Over the voices of intemperate crowds.


3.
Many encounters cough up gentle blood,
on grasses polarized and unable
to clarify, not saying what mud will reveal.
Peace is buried with unnamed bruises
Alone; the way myths enjoy being alone.

I have no time for, or patience with, the truly insane or the deeply disturbed. Especially those stuck in an inane " I'm-rubber-you're-glue-whatever-you-say-bounces-off-of-me-and-sticks-to-you-demented-childish-mentality" . I have a life to live. Bye-bye looney tooney. You are blocked. If you don't understand this message, then it isn't directed to you.

the word just came to me
Jesus has seven names
they are all mine
a metaphor a metaname
worth considering a poetry
wasted on a seminar

the word just came to me
Jesus has seven names
they are all mine
a metaphor a metaname
worth considering a poetry
wasted on a seminar

Erudite Lessons From Cats...{Moon Diamonds}

Siamese Cats perched on eaves,
Thai eye's coruscate like diamonds
[*Wichien-maat (??????????) ],
just call them..." Moon Diamonds, *

Sans the slightest movement of vertebrae,
cyan eye's, poised, fixed,
ossified like stonework by Keiffer,
graceful, adroitly mischievous
unless bristled to madly distemper,
for then perhaps a catty brush of Dali.

Creeping o'er and 'round their world
wherever " THEY" decide it will be!
Wise, cold-shouldered
yet they sleep well at night
beneath Moons warm blanket of spotlight.

Mornings break brings stretch and folly,
roaming free, leaping high, focussed
with those spangled occular almonds
spanning their vast perimeters
ostensibly, in defiance of gravities law,
like moon diamonds.




*Wichien-maat or (??????????) , is a Thai word which means....." Moon Diamond"
As the name indicates, the Siamese Cats are said to have hailed from the temples of the Kingdom of Siam, now known as Thailand. This breed of cats became a much sought after cat in several countries. In its native place, the Siamese cat is called a local Thai name which meant “moon diamond.” The Siamese cat looks very sleek and pointy. The parts of its body which are cool have darker shade....Info Source/Wikopedia

Adam And Eve Mars And Venice

Love Is the Brother of need
Love is the Sister of lust
Money is the Banker for both
Hate is the adopted Child
Of a broken Romance
A Diamond could buy you Love
Gold will insure it
Hope is the agent for success
Chemistry will buy you time
Time is worth the wait
So be in Love
If you must

AJS

Please read this young lady's poetry. {- W@king Up -}. Her writings have incredible depth, rhythm, variety, and substance. So young to be so talented.

To: {- W@king Up -}........ I hope you don't mind this post but your works need to be shared.

I felt a little Queer this morning Martha
Love can seem so strange Henry- dearest