tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49722304225468268312023-11-15T05:14:19.443-08:0030 PoemsSongsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-64611290319274353742012-04-30T14:39:00.000-07:002012-10-03T15:54:45.756-07:00Poem 30: EndStartWords float out to sea<br />
Is this is the river's end?<br />
Sun makes new rain start<br />
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Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-1563351035050321982012-04-29T12:56:00.002-07:002012-04-30T14:41:33.063-07:00Poem 29: Icing SugarMinima<br />
Unspoke<br />
We call boiling plasma, yellow and glutinous<br />
Florence rolls her daisy<br />
The nightengale machine roars its<br />
Music box trivia<br />
Ataturk reigns this pierced moment<br />
Platitudes bleach forth with merriment<br />
And flowered hands dance the shake bells<br />
As sticks strike the hour<br />
Ringing across these green and pleasant valleys<br />
Stone church reaping the sunny warmth of early Autumn<br />
Musty rubbermetal smell of old bicycle <br />
Open universes collapsing infinitely on themselves<br />
Wound ever tighter like a bobbin on an old Singer sewing machine<br />
That scent of salty air sharp and ozonous<br />
Bare dried groyne wood<br />
There is nothing to cling to on this hot beach day<br />
But random memories<br />
Sieved through a brain like a light dusting of icing sugar<br />
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<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-54158409620167808202012-04-28T10:14:00.000-07:002012-04-28T10:23:29.362-07:00Poem 28: Murder in the GardenA lady who's from Pasadena<br />
Wanted her thumb to be greener <br />
If she wasn't allergic to alliums<br />
Or jinxed by geraniums<br />
Then maybe she would've been keener<br />
<br />
She simply found gardening a chore<br />
Hated all types of hellebore <br />
Among roses she dozes<br />
Peonies she opposes<br />
While fuschias just make her snore<br />
<br />
She took an instant dislike to wisteria<br />
And was scared of compost's bacteria <br />
She found primulas prim<br />
And gerberas grim<br />
While hyacinths gave her hysteria<br />
<br />
While she was out in the garden<br />
Her attitudes began to harden<br />
She was hostile to a hosta<br />
Killed a clematis who crossed her<br />
Now she's on death row with no pardon <br />
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<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-16204141918528326402012-04-27T14:25:00.000-07:002012-04-27T14:28:30.893-07:00Poem 27: Will and Phil mash upTo bleep, perchance to gleam<br />
Ay, there's the robot<br />
For in those electric sheep what dreams may come<br />
When we have solenoid this relay coil<br />
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<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-89678899521105097662012-04-26T11:30:00.004-07:002012-04-26T11:49:08.228-07:00Poem 26: PeriscopeI<br />
See you <br />
At the back <br />
Standing behind the<br />
Hacky sack<br />
Crowd<br />
<br />
Hand<br />
Raised high<br />
Index finger up<br />
Embedded optic fibre <br />
Relaying images<br />
Back<br />
<br />
You<br />
Are shorter<br />
Than most here<br />
But no-one else<br />
Matters at<br />
All <br />
<br />
<br />
_____________________________<br />
A belated hay(na)ku: wordcount: 1 2 3 tweaked to be 1 2 3 3 2 1Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-28725115650112028162012-04-25T13:35:00.005-07:002012-04-26T11:31:12.105-07:00Poem 25: Ode to a ToadYou shelter from the mid-day heat<br />
Under the sweltering flagstones <br />
Dead flies are your little treat<br />
You suck their tiny bones<br />
<br />
After a prolonged dry spell<br />
I worry you're too dry<br />
So I reach for my water spray<br />
<br />
Deep in the cool dark by day you dwell<br />
Emerging into the night sky <br />
To prowl the terrace for your prey <br />
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_____________________________<br />
English Ode form:<br />
<br />
abab<br />
cde<br />
cdeSongsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-50123812473511648322012-04-24T12:52:00.003-07:002012-04-24T12:52:34.224-07:00Poem 24: MeteoriteWatching the imaginary numbers<br />
Chasing the cloudburst at 100 mil an hour<br />
Do not adjust your internal set<br />
<br />
Adjusting inflation<br />
Infinity precent elation<br />
I don't want you to leave yet<br />
<br />
Unknown metal numbers<br />
Isotopes from the sky<br />
You've made an impact<br />
On the applesauce of my mind's eye<br />
<br />
We see meteorite showers<br />
With both our eyes shut<br />
Fifteen point thirty seven<br />
<br />
Railing number 31 green<br />
We're unmaking a scene<br />
Geometric progression<br />
<br />
Unknown metal numbers<br />
Isotopes from the sky<br />
You've made an impact<br />
On the applesauce of my mind's eye<br />
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<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-44972382018155875732012-04-23T14:38:00.002-07:002012-04-23T14:38:43.912-07:00Poem 23: Eeyore FuroreWe are downhill freewheeling <br />
Everything is going right<br />
The universe is happy feeling<br />
We're pushing an open door tonight<br />
<br />
Effortless like a tiger's jump<br />
We are coming up trumps<br />
Right until the moment when<br />
It all comes crashing down again<br />
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<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-4368588617758484052012-04-22T13:11:00.001-07:002012-04-22T13:11:27.530-07:00Poem 22: The OneFinality banality<br />
Achingly yellow<br />
Artificial banana smell<br />
<br />
Your ignorant eyes<br />
Staring cheekily<br />
In the opposite direction<br />
<br />
Smear of mallow chew<br />
On the smile-wrinkled corner of your mouth<br />
<br />
<br />
You knew a long time ago<br />
But aren't letting on now<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-1126839881883759712012-04-22T12:56:00.002-07:002012-04-22T13:18:22.663-07:00Poem 21: DensityRuffle stuffle<br />
The winchat rummages<br />
Keenly deployed among the<br />
Stonechat rubble<br />
<br />
With crimbling cloys<br />
The kastrulating claws<br />
Snivel and slobber<br />
With bakingly clobber<br />
<br />
Wild! Get shot of this<br />
Your preening displays<br />
Are nothing obsidian<br />
Faintly darwinian<br />
<br />
Finchly and cru<br />
Darkly through glass<br />
Waltzing acutely<br />
Pomade remade<br />
<br />
In crept an inkling<br />
True yet devoid of perception<br />
Blessed are the noctorous<br />
Shapely are the wibloe<br />
<br />
Just off Cape Askance <br />
Pewter skies and roiling seas<br />
Distant headland ignores our pleas<br />
Forging on without a backwards glance<br />
<br />
Off the edge of flatworld<br />
Into the uncharts<br />
Precipitous heartmouthing<br />
The final plunge to density<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-13090431294565817472012-04-20T13:36:00.000-07:002012-04-22T13:17:55.286-07:00Poem 20: ChiptuneI've been watching you<br />
Jaw of a prehistoric fish<br />
Ichthyoid tricky<br />
Gawping wide<br />
Words bubbling like a silver river <br />
<br />
Let's float away out of here<br />
Double diamond ambulating<br />
Vinegar soaked and inky fingered<br />
Battered and bruised<br />
Yesterday's news<br />
<br />
Under the neon blue<br />
Synthetic green-ness in a dish<br />
Metal hot and sticky<br />
Pull you to one side<br />
Bits together, no time to dither<br />
<br />
Let's float away out of here<br />
Double diamond ambulating<br />
Vinegar soaked and inky fingered<br />
Battered and bruised<br />
Yesterday's news<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-85936301048879450962012-04-18T13:49:00.003-07:002012-04-18T13:49:40.044-07:00Poem 19: liquorice hurricanegenerations of sparkle melody<br />
boomerang my fresian entity<br />
rapslideling out of an enormous hunger<br />
abseiling tumultuous wonder<br />
<br />
evershard mung-ruth<br />
fiercely winsome-toothed<br />
against the platitudes of insead time<br />
flushed with triumphant failure<br />
<br />
floundering and twitching<br />
in a cementitious porridge<br />
cracked breeze block pepper<br />
corny like a cob pipe<br />
<br />
the flow has transformed her<br />
from delicant to wishbore<br />
garments flapping wildly<br />
in the liquorice hurricane <br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-81260901448349303992012-04-18T13:34:00.000-07:002012-04-26T11:31:38.386-07:00Poem 18: Inbox TankaThe inbox of life<br />
Is never truly empty<br />
Learn to transcend it<br />
Or it will smother your mind<br />
With endless endless spamming<br />
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_____________________________<br />
Tanka: 5 7 5 7 7Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-3463099430737522052012-04-17T13:03:00.000-07:002012-04-17T13:03:15.732-07:00Poem 17: SunrayYou took your time<br />
Eight minutes and nineteen seconds<br />
I guess that's a pretty long way<br />
If you're a photon<br />
<br />
Still, I'm awfully glad you made the trip<br />
And weren't tempted to stop off<br />
In Venus' beguiling atmosphere<br />
Or Mercury's boils and bubbles<br />
<br />
You've hit this rock with a<br />
Barely perceptible bang<br />
Transforming some air into<br />
A very very very slightly hotter state<br />
<br />
Thanks for coming anyway<br />
I was a bit too chilly before you got here<br />
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_________________________<br />
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Written (with apologies!) in the style of <a href="http://www.expendablefriend.com/">www.expendablefriend.com</a>Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-75283636984867702232012-04-16T13:55:00.001-07:002012-04-16T14:24:50.388-07:00Poem 16: rocki'm sure i've been on that rock<br />
looking out with formaldehyde hands<br />
spinning the lead floss un-candy clouds into a<br />
coarse thread dyed with salt tears<br />
interwoven with damp kelp into a<br />
harris tweed tunic<br />
<br />
i wear it sometimes even now<br />
its phosphorescent glow illuminates<br />
the darker corners of my existence<br />
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<br />
<br />
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____________________<br />
today's lowercaseness is inspired by the lovely <a href="http://disappearingbeast.tumblr.com/">http://disappearingbeast.tumblr.com/</a>Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-67139718412987684072012-04-16T10:53:00.001-07:002012-04-17T13:14:03.290-07:00Poem 15: Lisbon WallYour shoulder touching mine<br />
As you peer over at my scrawl<br />
While I write this poem showing <br />
How we have been apart<br />
Yet have always been together<br />
Even before we met <br />
Like hidden gardens in an ancient city <br />
Divided by a high slate-topped wall<br />
Covered in lichens<br />
Lutyensian leopard spots unchanging <br />
Lobular, langourous and lenticular<br />
Camouflage ineffective against our love<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-50238226993640306322012-04-14T11:51:00.000-07:002012-04-14T11:54:06.668-07:00Poem 14: Destiny's SonnetLife is just practice for a greater stage<br />
A dress rehearsal for glories to come<br />
Our paths written out upon a page<br />
From which no divergence can be won<br />
<br />
Thus our destinies are writ in stone<br />
Our will is merely pretending to be free<br />
Achievements cannot be claimed as our own<br />
Failures just inevitability<br />
<br />
Each day's toil another stroke of ink<br />
In the great ledger of infinite time<br />
A plan that requires us not think<br />
To keep each step upwards on the climb <br />
<br />
Only what our passion holds most dear<br />
Can break the chains that hold us in our fear<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-16574823799551704542012-04-13T13:05:00.000-07:002012-04-17T00:16:55.406-07:00Poem 13: DartDipper shimmers in the slate flow<br />
Clawing forward against the press of water<br />
Then surfaces, darting over the tumbling flows<br />
A flitting glimmer<br />
With a mouthful of fish<br />
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<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-6808645186878774222012-04-12T14:36:00.000-07:002012-04-12T14:36:54.583-07:00Poem 12: Pad 39aFirebricks shrug off the Florida sun<br />
More used to the inferno of launch<br />
Yet even here weeds peek out<br />
Through the cracks in<br />
Kennedy's concrete<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-85022740259035355362012-04-12T14:20:00.000-07:002012-04-12T14:39:01.063-07:00Poem 11: You PoemYou poem<br />
You're so self-centred<br />
Dolled up in clever words<br />
And poignant pauses<br />
<br />
You poem<br />
With your clever repetition<br />
Drawing us in, rhymeless and guileless<br />
Abstract yet familiar<br />
<br />
You poem<br />
Either nature, glamourified<br />
Or love, cloyingly sweet<br />
A clich<span class="st">é for all reasons</span><br />
<br />
<span class="st">You poem</span><br />
<span class="st">So hyper-well-observed </span><br />
<span class="st">Over-stuffed with quirky details</span><br />
<span class="st">And plaintive tugs at the heartstrings</span><br />
<br />
<span class="st">You poem</span><br />
<span class="st">Like a terrorist</span><br />
<span class="st">You only need to get lucky once</span><br />
<span class="st">To resonate in someone's mind</span><br />
<br />
<span class="st">You poem</span><br />
<span class="st">Opening up spaces</span><br />
<span class="st">Lighting up faces</span><br />
<span class="st">Scattering graces</span><br />
<br />
<span class="st">You poem</span><br />
<span class="st">I wish you were mine </span><br />
<span class="st"><br /></span><br />
<span class="st"><br /></span>Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-4100260545514435832012-04-12T14:00:00.002-07:002012-04-12T14:00:48.825-07:00Poem 10: Growth comes as a shockGrowth comes as a shock<br />
Jarring the senses as<br />
Newness unfolds<br />
Crackling like spent lightning bolts<br />
<br />
A sudden glimpse into the Other Mind<br />
Just as the door slides shut<br />
As if awakening, half-remembered, from a dream<br />
<br />
The aperture of the mind<br />
Collapses in on itself<br />
Pure creation arcs out through and<br />
Jolts us back to realism<br />
In the briefest moment<br />
Before it closes off again<br />
<br />
Faceless<br />
Like smooth inscrutable stone<br />
As if nothing had ever happened<br />
<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-43868435770366413172012-04-09T13:18:00.001-07:002012-04-09T13:18:57.061-07:00Poem 9: SanticroyBrimsbrow leeve<br />
Tetchnat brare<br />
Clampest veau<br />
Falching skrare<br />
<br />
Falmbecam sut<br />
Benchnar flos<br />
Getgraur slembowed<br />
Kempvan ros<br />
<br />
Chewdow slempfit<br />
Sackard blore<br />
Tumbed dempfard<br />
Semblo quaw<br />
<br />
Tileding rotfort<br />
Yeckfed troye<br />
Beltoy heldrin<br />
Santicroy<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-26187885751928834322012-04-09T04:53:00.000-07:002012-04-09T09:00:43.880-07:00Poem 8: EmpacherTraining for the worlds <br />
Eating to fuel a machine<br />
Hours on the water<br />
<br />
Ten miles still to go <br />
Energy burns from within<br />
Purpose in the rain<br />
<br />
Downstream in the cold<br />
Empty river full and fast<br />
False speed but feels good<br />
<br />
Upstream back to base<br />
Lactic burns in every joint<br />
Spent yet invested<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
---------Just trying some haikus<br />
<br />
These ones are on today's theme of inhabiting a persona -- a rower preparing for the single sculls world championships ....<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-45123452187986668232012-04-07T13:05:00.000-07:002012-04-08T00:20:08.759-07:00Poem 7: WallLaying the prefect brick<br />
Mortar applied with a casual flick<br />
One part cement to four parts sand<br />
It's setting soon, you need to be quick <br />
<br />
Levelled up with a steady hand<br />
Horizontal even on sloping land<br />
Perpendiculars buttered right<br />
Each course follows what was planned <br />
<br />
Beds even, perps not too tight<br />
Soon we have a decent height<br />
The final one a satisfying click<br />
A simple wall brings such delight <br />
<br />
================<br />
<br />
An exercise today, trying a new format:
<br />
"This Persian form of poetry is a series of <span style="color: #ffcc33;">rhymed quatrains</span>. In each quatrain, all lines rhyme except the third. An "<span style="color: #ffcc33;">Interlocking Rubáiyát</span>" is a Rubáiyát
where the subsequent stanza rhymes its 1st, 2nd, and 4th lines with the
sound at the end of the 3rd line in the stanza (Rubá'íyah) before it.<br />
In this form, the 3rd line of the final stanza is also rhymed with the 3 rhymed lines in the first stanza.<br />
<br />
a -NEW<br />
a -2nd line rhymes with the 1st.<br />
b -NEW<br />
a -4th line rhymes with the 1st and 2nd.<br />
<br />
b -1st line rhymes with the 3rd in the 1st stanza.<br />
b -2nd line rhymes with the 1st.<br />
c -NEW<br />
b -4th line rhymes with the 1st and 2nd.<br />
<br />
c -1st line rhymes with the third in the 2nd stanza.<br />
c -2nd line rhymes with the 1st.<br />
a -3rd line rhymes with the 1st in the 1st stanza.<br />
c -4th line rhymes with the 1st and 2nd.<br />
"Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4972230422546826831.post-83857939719120723852012-04-06T13:27:00.001-07:002012-04-06T13:27:03.834-07:00Poem 6: BlackbirdFinding the lost leaves<br />
Of our hidden harmony<br />
That misplaced reign of madness<br />
Falls, tumbling like a sycamore's seed<br />
Scything the air, purposeful<br />
Yet landing at random<br />
Spinning our wheels<br />
Like a blackbird attacks a mirror<br />
<br />
<br />Songsvillehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09128179764051645703noreply@blogger.com1