I remember the first time I heard Ginsberg's voice,
A thunderous, cosmic howl that shook the air,
Like bebop horns wailing in the midnight noise,
A raw, unfiltered cry that stripped away despair.
His words, a jazz improvisation of the soul,
Breathless, wild, spinning in free flight,
A sacred chant, a rebel's roll,
Inviting us to dance in the neon light.
He was the poet as a bebop cat,
Slinging syllables like saxophone solos,
A spiritual anarchist, a love diplomat,
Breaking chains, defying all the old roles.
In his voice, I heard the universe's roar,
A call to be true, unshackled, free,
A portal to the sacred core,
Where art and life merge in harmony.
Allen Ginsberg, the beat's wild star,
Blazing through the darkness with cosmic fire,
His words, a jazz riff from afar,
Forever echoing, lifting us higher to right now, right here
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Edgar Allen Poe,
The infamously crazy poet we all know.
His story of " The tell-tale heart "
Is just plain nutty from the start!
ebony like a puma, velvet pretty
she prowls and growls and moans in her sleep
like a little black dress, fashionably chic and insightful
there is purring now, her dreams might have shifted
the toms in the alley remain in hiding, fearful
she can be such a tease, and sometimes a torment
her scratches are serious; she is not afraid to bite
the howling and growling is back
alley cat of Allentown
The Raven: A Date with Death
I danced a date
a date with Death.
He sat me down for tea.
In the darkness sat the swirl
of infinity.
The ringlets 'round his brow
did stain the spirits evermore.
'Where do you hail?' he asked in disdain.
'I come from nowhere, yet anywhere, and I'll
go there all again.'
Death looked displeased, forlorn.
He longed to take another soul.
But my muse is cloaked in folklore.
Stories guide me home.
I was bound to Earth, you see.
Another just as old.
Another soul as wise as mine.
As clever, as bold.
But sharp ones poison,
wither,
drown.
Another soul lost evermore.
She's still broken, this soul of mine.
Every hour, every tick and click.
Cracked, split, broken.
Never to be healed.
My love does not belong
behind closed glass or hidden in song.
But I fear I've lost, my muse is drowned.
By waves of sea, so mote it be.
Until home she stays.
From stolen glances and parting gaze.
Just beyond the violet haze.
19th century writer, Edgar Allen Poe -
Romance and the macabre to his readers he would show.
Those who study literature likely know the poem “Lenore”
and that famous line of his: Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
With one mighty swing of your forty-two ounce bat,
out of the ballpark was where the baseball was at.
A great player blessed with athletic prowess,
you made the ball travel like a nonstop express.
You were Wampum, Pennsylvania's native son.
As far as sports was concerned, you could not be outdone.
One of the Major League's feared sluggers you would be.
Many opposing pitchers became filled with anxiety.
An outstanding career was something you could claim.
I still wonder why you are not in the Hall of Fame.
Yes, you were better than many who played the game.
May you rest in peace as they will remember you name.
Dick Allen
(1942-2020)
Find here a tribute to one of the cleverest gals
To ever grace a show biz locale
She mused that parties 'stand' for a platform
For which voters 'fall' by the swarm
"Birthed some 65 years ago
Born when retardation was a common fear-feared
captured gathered up like lost sheep or cattle
some medicated some placed in confinement
kept in the dark, people squawked at a lot",
~
"I was made the oldest, alto yet I was the youngest
I was his co-caretaker
Spent a lot of my grade school days..
The first 6 years staying home with him
While my mother and father worked
For you see my brother was born
Blind and retarded
And one month premature and incubator baby"
~
"My brother, yes I have a blind-man for a brother;
Where as with just one play of a song on the radio;
Retained it instantly, memorize simply, could sing it alone/along;
Musically could have easily have been another Stevie Wonder,"
"And with mom and dad both now been dead;
For longer than 30 to 40 years;
On this day I celebrate the birth of my brother
Joseph;
Blessed happy 65th birthday;"
~Joseph Allen Lee~
Mr. George Burns
In a movie played 'God'
Hilarious, comedic head
On such a laughable bod...
His wife Gracie
Acted totally spacy
Her humor dazzling
Via daffiness frazzling
I am in a dark room
with Edgar Allen Poe,
there is a blank wall
turned into a movie screen,
showing his life story,
a struggle of his life without glory.
Living life as a writer with a lonely pen,
hiking up a strenuous and bumpy trail,
macabre poetry and short stories written,
fell upon few and most with blind eyes,
as a poet and author he insisted to be read,
unfortunately providing him meager bread.
Dark shadows followed him wherever he went,
his essence of a cloak and dagger existence,
opening up a genre of mysteries and whodunnits,
known as the first writer of detective stories,
life was unforgiving for this enigma of a man,
he died at the age of forty not being his plan.
February 4, 2018
A small man, yet standing tall,
eyeglasses so large by far.
Here with us laughter was your call,
always fiddling with your cigar.
Semi straight face, twinkle of an eye,
you told it like it was.
When God called ypu up to the sky,
someone special he took from us.
I remember your T.V. show,
you had such unique talent.
Burns and Allen we came to know,
many famous moments spent.
Talking on and on whether wrong or right,
Gracy was a gal that glowed.
An end of a special goodnight,
that was the Burns and Allen show.
One more thing to put it right,
all should come to see.
Those famous words, "Gracey say goodnight,"
and that great, "Oh God," movie.
~Sonnet: Edgar Allen Poe
Today in history, great day you see
Not only we are celebrating MLK day,
But long ago, in a day like today;
Great poet Edgar A.Poe was born too
On a winter day to this world he came,
Both of his parents were actors,died young;
Born in Boston, great writer; poet b'came
Resided in England till few years sprung
Attended university back home 'gain,
For only a year he did it they claim;
Edgar's drinking, gambling, has seized his brain,
Back in Boston his first book, brought him fame.
His fame as great author, poet, spread wide,
In Baltimore,Edgar Allen Poe, died.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
October.28.2015
Author Notes:
The "MLK" stands for Dr. Martin Luther King's day.
Joy greets profound true walk of grace,
Ask to live truth with wholesome zest;
Make moments sound a precious face,
Endow fine proof in action quest;
Succeed with thoughts that show your heart.
Align your deeds with moral feats,
Live law and lot and dare to start,
Love must now seed the tact you greet;
Express and live your moral play,
Note finesse grand as stillness shows;
See that you give your soul full pay,
Allow brave trends to bloom and grow;
Yield to wise cheer in nature's law,
Set free all fear that grips your flaws.
Leon Enriquez
01 May 2015
Singapore
Edgar Allen Poe
Shocked the world with darkened prose.
To form in minds the various frights
And keep them waking through the nights.
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