Best Austin Poems
. A wanna be Limerick
Limerick ride needing no joystick.
Daver your comments get me homesick.
Wishing I was with my homeboys in Boston!
Lace Maryjane, a condition you gave me, Mr.Austin!
Hope my riddles never get you brainsick.
. A wanna be Haiku
. Contract on P.D.
. Go get a hold of Don__?___
. GOOD spirit DAVER
I also confiscated an old antique or two.
Unique skills found in their retired war shoes.
(awe you where in my poetry police #1)
From: P.D.
Dedicated to:Daver Austin
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Always hungry, Loves sweets
Understanding
Smiles so sweet
Tough as nails
Intelligent boy of God
Nice great Nephew
POSEIDON
Sleep, Lord Poseidon,
Deep, everlasting sleep,
While sailors watch with bated breath.
Old planking creaks –
The pitiable splintering sound –
Old planking creaks.
Old sailor,
Splintery-kneed old sailor,
Keeps his watch,
With ever a thought of life’s futility,
Down deep,
Where dolphins stay.
But Lord Poseidon never sleeps,
And dolphins play….and play.
HERMES
Young wears the winged sandals,
holds the winged staff.
When old has cried, “Lost spring!”
young laughs in the verdant bush,
And will dance at wedding and wake alike.
Ibycus was on his way to a music festival when he was set upon by robbers. While dying a wave of cranes flew over. Ibycus implored the cranes to avenge him. The robbers, with their spoils attended the music festival. There were thousands in attendance. Mid way through a choir performance, a flock of cranes flew over the stadium. The robbers, recalling Ibycus' dying words, panicked and were arrested
THE CRANES OF IBYCUS
“Look! Look, comrade,
There, yonder flow
The cranes of Ibycus!”
Above the stadium,
In perfect row,
The cranes of Ibycus,
Above the Fury’s chorus,
In dissonance, crow,
The cranes of Ibycus!
Above the bedlam crowd
Their numbers grow,
The cranes of Ibycus!
Above the hoard of voices,
Become now low,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above the perfect silence,
Flying slow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Above ten thousand heads
Which lowly bow,
The cranes of Ibycus.
Beyond the tiers and fading
In the distant glow,
The cranes of Ibycus
Dave Austin
a la W.H. Auden
At last,I'm in the place I envisioned to be
Unending happiness I hope to forever feel
Soon,the wounds of the past will heal
Time truly flies fast
I am so happy to have found happiness at last
Now my heart,body and soul rejoices!
Ecstasy and joy,i now enjoy
Synergy and faith,i now employ
Euphoria and emptiness are history
Kindness and humility prepares me for new oppurtunities
Eager for the future,cause I smell the scent of success and victory!
CONTEST-valentine any poem contest
dedicated to skat A and my poet destroying friend,poet destroyer,LOL,who welcomed me here with LOVE.
David Austin
THE SIBYL
ASTARTE’S BIRTH
Aphrodite-wed on summer’s noon I lay me long
reflecting
And glad my eye the sky as hillcrest partner
shares this view;
Fond Cytherea seems at nature with a point
In thought-fixed time;
All else, save lady with her doting nymphs,
is show’ring green about,
And I, intruder at her foaming birth,
rebuke the modern scandal.
Nothing lurid, naught impure,
my naked lady stands at bath,
While soon doves, blithely perch’d,
(wet wings do mark a chilling breeze)
Most amorous white birds praise
my passion’s woozy lightness ‘neath the trees.
So absorbed I become, I must hold my breath
While reading of love's unrequited quest
A tissue in hand wipes a tear from my eye
Enthralled with such bliss, I joyfully cry!
Cover to cover, each novel tells the same
Stories of restraint, where respect still had a name
To honor tradition, often true love had to hide
Keeping family dignity, maintaining family pride
Mr. Darcy so adores her....while she dreams about him too
Complex misunderstandings. Oh dear! Now what will they do?
Unrequited love is burning, ...twisting, turning, bending
That final page of yearnings, how I rejoice at happy endings!!
Such sadness and anguish, but as strange as it may seem....
Jane Austin love stories....give me tragic....happy....dreams! !
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It wasn't so bad this morning
But I arrived an hour early
If I'd left later—
even a few minutes?
Only the clock will tell
After all
It's only my first time
PHRASIS V1
How different the voice,the tone
this tendency,sceptical despondency
only too plain.Wild hopes,extravagant
impatience,decided preference made
manifest,turns aside from the world
and thinks pity,pathos and pious
resignation.Privileged invalids,such
moping minstrels,utterly unhappy
‘cradle to grave’ see only their superior
sighs.A wave of disillusion,of doubt,
misgiving in abstract wisdom permeat
every utterance and infiltrates every stratum
of thought ,in this sorrow of genius.
From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
PAL
Pal was all waggles and wiggles loved to wrestle
He could jump his backyard fence so easily
To play with the children who loved him
Perhaps the love given on both sides that summer was enough
Perhaps I could forgive myself someday
For calling Pal across the busy street to play
But could I ever forget the thump
Pal skidding his nose
along the hot pitch street
whining desperately
Perhaps the love given on both sides would be enough
Perhaps that love would be enough for one dog’s life
PHRASIS 11
Imagination not mere fancy
transfigure the real,actual
and ideal with lyric of two
idyllic,melodious sweet and
sonorous.Mental indolence
clouded,enshrouded in obscurity
careless,even slovenly on the
sliding scale of inspiration in
musical verbiage.Perception,
vague at first becomes sentiment
,more definite,as thought or
reflection hazy in its inception
as we perceive and feel and
think within the boundaries of
personal taste and idiosyncrasy
in this fruitful field.A lift in the lyrical
noticeable in the ear.
From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Round 1: New York won!
By Brett Somers
Written 10-13-2018
Like a ghost in the shadows
New York
People and places and vaporware faces
New York
Experience of magnitude
To have everything in the world
Yet what at all?
Transient position
Always moving
New York
Cool spots, cool spaces
Beautiful faces
New York
Astounding architecture
Money and merchandise
A workers paradise
New York
Does one settle?
In New York
Rent is rising
Always compromising
Who’s your friend in
New York?
Meetups galore
Mr.’s and Mrs. and more
But who’s there anymore?
New York
Does New York have an artist scene?
When the arts are from out “there” but not in-between
New music, new arts?
Tourists are looking for the cover
Buskers better try another
New York
The scene
The scene
Where is the scene?
West Village you’re my beauty queen
But is jazz your only thing?
Trains oh, I’ve had enough
Loved the no car deal
But life in a subway
Always waiting
Dim lights, poor air
Rats abating
Are we friends New York?
How I loved you and your sampler of samplings
You grew on me but your shoes were too big
You made me yes, I’m thankful
Carved much of my lid
The anonymity did allow me to find my LGBT me
And to dabble in my artistry
To your big globe shaker
You shook me up and gave me more
A break from California’s shore
Fooled me once
And many times more
But I learned a few things
How not to be a bore
But your energy is surging
An electrocution
To my core
So I did my best
You hustled the rest
And now we must part
I’m hoping Austin’s more art
But let’s you and me be friends
I’ll be back again
For your addictive allure
That never ends
You’ll be my show stopping tour
And then you’ll finally venmo my pockets
Like the rich grandparent I always hoped for
I’ll forgive you for not embracing me
Like the Hudson embraces its humidity
I must admit you conquered me
But I’ll be back
I’m not finished with you yet
And when I return
It will be my turn to color the sky
With such a sound as you’ve ever seen
Embracing your lonely buildings
And reviving your dream
PHRASIS 111
Ephemeral excitements of the
passing hours surrender to the
transient not mere emotion but
reason in her most excited mood.
Thoughts,feelings and passions,
simple joys and simple sorrows,
conflicts of the world shut out.
Manner suffused with charm of style
a subtle,delicate specimen.
O precocity of genius,so exhilarity,
so human tearful,tender compassionate.
Spiritual exlipses,transitory, source
and centre of gentle light,
stimulate imagination’s muse in
passages of the profound.
From Alfred Austin- The Bridling of Pegasus
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang,
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind.
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while.
AUSTIN PHRASIS 1 PROSAIC & POETIC
Idyllic,reflective epic dramatic
sweet sorrows,lucidity so
melodious,yet rudimentary
prosaic and poetic.Emotion
is all,indepensible oftimes
enshrouded in enigma .Upon
the scale of inspiration with
sheer magic of the exquisite
in musical fancy,perception &
sentiment,thought and
reflection.Ephemeral
sentiments of passing hours.
From Arthur Austin Essay
Listen to me recite this phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro