Q: What would Roy Rogers have been called if he had been a singing farmer?
A: King of the Plowboys.
Q: In the Beowulf saga, who was a male child of the hag Grendel?
A: A real sonofawitch.
Q: What's the slogan for an ad campaign for a certain fabric in Copenhagen?
A: "Something is cotton in the state of Denmark".
Q: What is fear of joining a fitness club?
A: Gymtimidation.
Q: When she worked onstage in a comedy, what could actress Elaine do for an audience?
A: Keep it in Stritches.
Q: What might you call the LGBT version of the glass slipper story?
A: "Transgenderella".
Q: Also for theatre and film buffs--What would you call public transportation in a ghost town?
A: A streetcar named Bizarre.
Q: Why did the man tell the 911 operator to please send help quickly when his spouse appeared to be choking?
A: It was a matter of wife or death.
Q: What is someone who hitchhikes across the country studying different dialects?
A: A roads scholar.
Q: How did the Glasgow "Evening Times" reporter headline the story of the party boat that sank after hitting an iceberg?
A: Scots on the rocks!
Categories:
beowulf, humor,
Form: I do not know?
Anonymously I remain faceless in a soundproof booth when dictators reign
Unforgivable leader guiltless non-truths, I’ll hide from the suffering in vain
God willing I’ll move unseen unknown like the Beowulf poet wounded within
Underhanded sinful strife crushing the heavens with tunes of a sad violin
Sonnets I’ll write of undecided weak given into evil who’ll willfully applaud
The fifty percent who stood divided, if fifty fifty then there is no room for God
Categories:
beowulf, america, analogy, angst, conflict,
Form: Acrostic
What a mighty web we weave
Throughout the times,
Throughout that raging river of poetry
That thankless flow of consciousness.
Possibly, the very beginning of story telling
With beautiful couplets that produced the likes of Beowulf
That carried on for centuries and centuries
To possess the spirit of Shakespeare
That carries on today
With you or me
With it's titillating and frivolous free verse
And masterful spoken word
Rap even
But all thankless
Categories:
beowulf, appreciation, deep, introspection, meaningful,
Form: Free verse
Let’s take a journey
To a far off place
To visit a man full
Of many ways to entertain
He’ll teach you some things
About king James
From learning to interacting
You’ll always be excited
May be some vocabulary
But we can’t forget
Beowulf nor Sir Gawin
And the Green Knight
Though many stories
He’ll also let you express through poetry
Though in time you may forget
But Mr.Cole was for sure the best
Categories:
beowulf, 12th grade, teacher,
Form: Free verse
You must believe, to have your poetic
soul become reality.
Unlike any other, I hope you are!!
Dull, Beowulf poetry do not re-create.
Speak your soul, whatever that be.
Don't compare your writings to
others, you will create fragility.
Write of subjects that brighten
your soul like a star.
Not just long words, they make
me pronate.
If you are willing, write poetry that
sings of thee!
12-30-2020
12:30pm PSt
Categories:
beowulf, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
Dipping into Beowulf with Grendel,
and Chaucer's Canterbury Tales;
Wading into Paradise with Milton,
then submerging with the Bard:
Sinking deep into Lear and Othello
Hamlet and Macbeth, trying not to
drown. Rapidly surfacing to the
Tempest! gulping some fresh air.
Now sailing toward the Five Romantics,
In Xanadu did Kublai Khan...
Water, water, everywhere!
and so many drops to drink...
Poetry aficionados reside on dry land,
Yet life, fully savored, lies deep in ocean sands.
Categories:
beowulf, ocean, poetry, poets, voyage,
Form: Sonnet
Villanelle : It's all been said said better and bolder before
It's all been said said better and bolder before
Worse now most repeat over and over again
No shibboleths now to test smooth words more hollow
Those who trouble not to delve into sages yore
Make not but weak links in the derivative chain
It's all been said said better and bolder before
Those who toiied without e'en recompense for valour
Toiled for insights ripped out of seething guts in pain
No shibboleths now to test smooth words more hollow
Homer Murasaki Valmiki Boccaccio
Gilgamesh Beowulf Pillow Sei Shonagon
It's all been said said better and bolder before
How much the " creative " writing courses ignore
Those whose suffering wrought talents in deep dungeon
No shibboleths now to test smooth words more hollow
The reign of digital maths spells poiein woe
Business minds now serve as mid-wives during birth-pain
It's all been said said better and bolder before
No shibboleths now to test smooth words more hollow
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
Categories:
beowulf, art, birth, creation, muse,
Form: Villanelle
Oh,Denmark
There is a dragon still alive a live
With all the gold
I hope that Beowulf will finally have his day
Heorot will help the king
With a sling of his sword
No wounds will hurt
No dragons will live
In Denmark anymore
People will love the king
Finally they can win at something
They can say they are from Denmark
The dragons will come but they will die in their own fires
King Hrothgar builds Heorot Hall
Shield Sheafson who founded the ruling house
The temples of Plato will take a incense of dragon's blood
Virgil will rhyme how the Lord saved the king
Plato will talk about a far off land call Woodland
With all the forests and rain
In the south Schleswig
Has trees and meadows that grow
There rose thorn's are a pain
I hope I can kill all of them before I'm too old
I watch the crows and wish I could fly away
With my baby and Marius by my side
On a dragon's back.
To the land of wood and trees.
Categories:
beowulf, youth,
Form: Sonnet
Fertile Crescent
Ghosts of pharaohs
Branded timeless in stone
Reigning order
Condemning the vilified,
as it is published by
The Royal Geographical Society:
Syria as the Gateway between East and West
Leonard Woolley
The Geographical Journal
Vol. 107, No. 5/6 (May - Jun., 1946), pp. 179-190)
And why shouldn’t this be so?
Beowulf, an earliest epic
Of Old English
How proud and agile to be able
To confer your legacy in written format
Onto your generations and incursions ~
Categories:
beowulf, war,
Form: Prose
I should have tattoos
I should have a woman
instead I carry a purse full of empty.
Thats right-return me back to the womb
away from Bad tv
Bad people
cheap food
cheap women
cheap love
I should blame this on bad liquor
but I don't drink
I should blame this on drugs but
I don't take'm.
angels pay a price for there halo,
there peaceful garden.
maybe I'm better off pondering Picasso
or figuring out Beowulf instead of sucking
the blood off of my cracked lips.
Categories:
beowulf, angst
Form: Free verse
Santa Monica Pier
I remember watching
the ocean roll on the shore,
wave after wave,
crashing down on the solid sand
and I idly staring back
wondering if the Atlantic was as blue.
I watched him light a candle
and move in the swaying light
from a bygone age.
The flame flickered, so fragile,
it leans and sways in the cold breeze
My burning love is the flame in the lamp
From antiquity--a pre-industrial artifact
An oil lamp of glass from Rome
Bronze from Carthage
A terra-cotta from Athens
He smiles at me
in a flicker of light and
knows all my past like a line from Virgil
A chronicle from Homer
An essay from Milton, a history of Herodotus
And me, ignorant,
knowing nothing of him
can only quote
from Ovid,
Beowulf,
Caedmon and Gilgamesh.
The flame descends,
From the nape of the lit candle,
and we are lying in darkness on a spring night.
Everything in history is forgotten
and yesterdays are not so many
as night descends,
the lit moon cast in the glow
of the lamplight of our love.
Categories:
beowulf, sociallight, history, light,
Form: Prose Poetry