If I had a time machine, I would visit Samuel T Coleridge
My favorite poet of all time, the author or Kubla Khan
"The wailing of his demon lover” sticks in my mind
Delighting me every time, especially today, May 1st, 1803.
As I was speaking to Samuel, his pal William Wordsworth would drop in
They would ask me if I wanted to write a ballad with them.
I would be thunderstruck with happiness but too shy to do it
However, I would clap in rhythm as they created
Wordsworth would talk about his deep love of the
“Beauteous forms of the natural world”
I would be amazed by their vocabulary
They would both blow my mind out into the hills
I would set my time machine to 1858 next.
To visit Jules Verne, one of my favorite authors.
I would ask him how he thought to create
Around the world in eighty days and twenty leagues under the sea.
Amazed that we still speak of him in 2025,
he would have a zillion interesting questions to ask me
I would set the time machine to year 1868 next. .
My last stop would be to visit Louisa May Alcott, author of Little Women.
Categories:
alcott, books,
Form: Narrative
Louisa May Alcott
Writer’s block, she had nought
Wherever she wrote her stories
Stirred immeasurable glories
Categories:
alcott, woman, word play, words,
Form: Clerihew
Laura Ingles Wilder
Her prose were milder
Than poetry or verse
Intended to coearce
Louisa May Alcott
Wrote tales I bought
About women and boys
With hearts sure to poise
Miss Nancy Drew
Wasn't such a shrew
She solved every crime
In her own spare time
Little Trixie Belden
Mysteries were well done
Dancing with shadows
Which she would expose
The brothers Grimm
Wrote tales that did brim
With joy, hope and love
Sent down from heaven above
Categories:
alcott, books, childhood, children, write,
Form: Clerihew
A rich tapestry of colors light up her name
With hues of lilac and crimson in a soft flame
Whispering of the rich and brilliant praises
Her words have obtained with their phrases
Flowing across the page like a gentle rain
Her nouns and verbs show how they do pain
The hearts of millions who read their delights
Caresses to the spirit who listens with insights
Feeling alive to the dance her words cause
Always awakening feelings to give such pause
Singing with miracles from the angel’s lips
Like glowing poetry left to present their scripts
Heavenly skies filled with stars, moon and charms
Welcoming the senses to be embraced in sweet arms
Sent on the wings of doves who ease the reflections
With visions of hope, happiness and inspiring connections
Louisa May Alcott wrote her heart out in Little Women
Giving us all reasons to believe we’d sing some hymn in
The satisfaction that came from knowing such a story
I doubt she ever knew her tale would bring alive such glory
Categories:
alcott, writing,
Form: Ekphrasis
Wildilee Woldilee
Louisa May Alcott
writer from my childhood
so very warm
worked to support family
transcendentalists
who taught tenderness
which she did conform
Double Dactyl (Win For Paid Membership) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: William Kekaula
December 30, 2020
Categories:
alcott, poems, poetess, poetry, poets,
Form: Double Dactyl
pouring rooibos tea for no one
but me.
the high whistle would not
be a sound
if it was all alone.
still, i set out three florid cups —
to gratify Lily-Bell and Thistledown.*
the fairies love the blue rose
and butterfly inside
my fine porcelain.
later, I shall set aside
the Flower Fables*
and long stem conversation.
i shake out the welcome mat
with all its earthly problems
and exact a calligraphic invitation.
i lay down the sublime —
it waits for your shoes
teeny or otherwise
and silver wings
golden halo
fairy dust.
that’s you because i say so
it’s been too long —
even a day, without you!
3/16/2020
*Flower Fables by Louisa May Alcott
Categories:
alcott, beauty, drink, fairy, friendship,
Form: Free verse
A-uthor's
M-essage
O-n
S-cribe's
B-irthday
R-ightfully
O-ffers
N-oble
S-weetness
O-f
N-ame
A-s
L-itterateur
C-omposes
O-ne
T-imely
T-itle
Topic: Birthday of Poet Amos Bronson Alcott (November 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
alcott, birthday, poets,
Form: Acrostic
L-et
O-ne
U-nique
I-dea
S-imply
A-pply
M-essage
A-bout
Y-oung
A-ge
L-etting
C-omposer's
O-ld
T-imes
T-ell
Topic: Birthday of Poetess Louisa May Alcott (November 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
alcott, birthday, poetess,
Form: Acrostic
Fairies among the leaves were happy.
Morning wind gently rocked them to and fro,
Upon the dewy grass, butterflies spread
their gay wings then flew
among the flowers to peep at them.
On a silvery mushroom little cakes of flower-dust sat
on a broad green leaf, the violets made a fairy meal, and
their drink was dew from the flowers’ bright leaves.
“How warm the sun grows!
I must hasten away to the shadows of the ferns.
The dear flowers heedless of sun or shower are left
in vain;
and this night
sad
can do nothing;
be brown
as a withered leaf,
left alone.
Suzanne Delaney
Found Poem
Flower Fables
Louisa May Alcott
Categories:
alcott, fairy, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
crown of bobby pins and bandana
she hoists a beer bottle scepter
dime store paste royal necklace
moth holed sweater Queen's cape
her well worn lawn chair throne
she stays alert in her tower
surveys her realm on Alcott Lane
nothing escapes the queen's watch
Categories:
alcott, childhood,
Form: Free verse