I look around
is anyone like me
like a strange sound
you hear but can't see
is there anyone
who acts the same
as I do?
I dream aloud
but wake in silence
I'd like to fit in
but i don't have a licence
is there anyone
who acts like me
I have a dream
That I find a stream
where i can live and breathe
could you believe
someone like me
run around
until you find yourself
a hurried sprint
and jump right
off the shelf
into the sea
where i find me
Play hard to get
someone you'd
wish you'd met like
hotel vacancy with a room to let
come inside my brain
and you'll see a view
maybe something old
or maybe something new
The Bells Ring Aloud in Hell
The tolling of the bells in hell
Rang out for common folk.
There was a heavy price to pay
For every word they spoke.
They barked commands at the Gatekeeper
Until he turned his head;
They never knew that all their lives
By shadows they were led.
They didn’t know how to obey,
To humble or behave.
They played at being kings and queens
While walking to the grave.
With hearts devoid of empathy,
They reached the final swell
And there they’ll stay, beneath the gate,
The hollow toll of hell.
I read a poem to my quilting class,
Which happens over Zoom.
It got a warm reception, so
They liked it, I’d assume.
I wrote it several weeks ago;
The topic: sewing curves,
Which even to a practiced quilter
Oftentimes unnerves.
It’s satisfying seeing
A reaction to my writing,
Since mostly, just my husband’s thoughts
Are those I am inviting.
While written comments gratify,
Like a fellow poet’s note,
A responsive audience can make
My spirits rise and float.
My quilting skills are modest,
Though they have improved with time,
But the talent I’m the proudest of
Is setting thoughts to rhyme.
HOH TELL NO VEMBER GOLF
al fah
row me oh
you nee form
eck oh
ecks ray
in dee ah
see airrah
wiss key
yang key
zoo loo
foks trot
mike
tang oh
oss cah
jew lee ett
pah pah
vik tah
char lee
keh beck
lee mah
dell tah
bra voh !
well said
eye
experience
remember
conceive
think
pause
begin
speak aloud
voice
& articulate
await
reaction
**ADDENDA 23
Watt verse
so terse
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.Stand out from the crowd**
Read your posting aloud*
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*Due to the one breath limitation' the intuitive cadence thereof permits the 'reader' (reciter)to respond in an interpretative-interplay unique** to the ' happening moment'
Read aloud -a Hilda Morley tribute to an organic poet
gestures of merit
light in letters
with fluttering words
simplicity
of impulse
twixt art &art
white silence
shape emotions
with
power of the image
in
the inner
state of mind
oozing unevenly
seething
constellations of perception
random
splinters of sound
roadways of
thought
out
of everywhere
sequenced elipsis
visual blanks
on
a spatial pitch
in
spiritual breaths
minimal linear
flows&
stopped
by streams&visions
bruise-blue
cloud shapes
rouse anger
&exhileration
in
the absence of constraint
belonging nowhere
looking
touching
longing
wishing
choices scattered
blunted
by helplessness
uprooted
crumpled in small tokens
shaken
crushed
fallen shapes
abandoned
upwards
sideways
in silent
unshapen
shadows-
the unspoken
essence of knowledge
&
sounds remembered
WC Williams
upon
this
page
just
as
WCW
did
with
her 'reply'
to
his
'just
to
say'
matter
of fact
so every
day
a
note
husband
to wife
can
become
so well
read
Christina Rossetti
come by
come buy
eagerly lap
so exotic
this
drizzling
juice
crushed
fruit
sweet to the tongue
sound to he eye
come by
come buy
superbundant
innocence
in
abundance
aplenty
come by
come buy
jouissance
succulent
fruit
crushed
pulpy
to whet
your appetite
let
your
imagination
run
wild
effusive
prelapsarian
with
delicious desire
come by
come buy
take it
as
it
comes
quirinus kuhlmann
From Dark
angst.shame.
comes Pain
From Light
warmth.peace.
with Joy
From Night
sleep.relax.
in Ease
From Day
pluck.praise.
to Please
From God
faith.love
with Grace
A kulmann variation
Charles Olson
PROJECTIVE VERSE of open verse fame
spaces&breaks
sans
grammatical
symbols
'the one breath
limitation'
an intuitive
cadence
when
boh read
&said
an interplay
visual to the eye
so
wrapa-around
lines
quickly
say
good-bye
Ezra Pound
He began as an image theorist
with the genre never did not persist
Lyrical in beauty
dug from the depths
of the past.
A storyteller, articulate
elegaic writing words
to last.
Of farm life and childhood,
deep in Irish terra firma
frozen in memory
and now
released for our delight
in a succinctness of thought
of the commonplace
Ogden Nash
New York poet Ogden Nash
with rhyme made quite a splash
His topics aesthetically absurd
so popular though when heard
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