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Categories:
carroll, art, poetry, word play,
Form: Shape
Nancy was one pretty flapper, even if it was pretend
The photographer loved her photo the best to the end.
Nancy Carroll, an actress and model he fell for right away.
He kept her photo on his mantle until his very last day.
Categories:
carroll, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
LEWIS CARROLL ' JABBERWOCKY' from thru the looking glass
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Categories:
carroll, word play,
Form: Shape
Lewis Carroll famed now for 'Alice'
a wonderland lass with no vice
Also in verse he did persist
Jabberwocky revealed him a linguist
Categories:
carroll, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
The sun is shining so bright
As the little birds sing so beautifully
And the children play along
And true love fills the air
And your so beautiful in life
An Angel from heaven above
And she makes everyone smile in life and
With summer time in the air
It's so beautiful and so bright
And she walks down the street
And she smiles so beautifully
And my heart skips a beat and
It's love at first sight and
She's taken my breath away I'm
Crazy with joy because I love you
So much in life.
© 2020 David P Carroll Poems.
Categories:
carroll, cute, daffodils, fun, love,
Form: Rhyme
We have all been warned, but the sign was there
Staring in her face,
and nothing else was
The food could be drugged
But the sign said “eat me” and “drink me” and “be me”
So Alice did what she was told,
Being a curious girl.
It was her first act of compliance
Could it save her from the rabbit hole?
She was now in a world of small and tall,
life and strife, Tweedledee and Tweedledum
It was a jazzy place, and her eyes were moving fast
Trying to take in what her imagination was bringing
Was she on cocaine then? Heroin?
Let’s see, back in that day
I am going to guess opium….
It is a jabberwocky of a fix to be facing
the Queen of Hearts who is yelling
“Off with her head!” meaning you.
Soon Alice is in the full throes of imagination land
glad she followed the white rabbit.
Pink Cheshire cat, smiling, as she floats
in and out of two worlds.
Categories:
carroll, drug,
Form: Free verse
We have all been warned, but the sign was there
Staring in her face,
and nothing else was
The food could be drugged
But the sign said “eat me” and “drink me” and “be me”
So Alice did what she was told,
Being a curious girl.
It was her first act of compliance
Could it save her from the rabbit hole?
She was now in a world of small and tall,
life and strife, Tweedledee and Tweedledum
It was a jazzy place, and her eyes were moving fast
Trying to take in what her imagination was bringing
Was she on cocaine then? Heroin?
Let’s see, back in that day
I am going to guess opium….
It is a jabberwocky of a fix to be facing
the Queen of Hearts who is yelling
“Off with her head!” meaning you.
Soon Alice is in the full throes of imagination land
glad she followed the white rabbit.
Pink Cheshire cat, smiling, as she floats
in and out of two worlds.
Categories:
carroll, books,
Form: Free verse
Salvador Dali’s work makes me smile, sometimes laugh even.
It uplifts me, makes me feel happy, brings joy.
He was more daring at his heyday than any artist ever.
His risk taking ability has opened up the realm of possibility for others.
He was the Lewis Carroll/Edgar Allen Poe of artists if you ask me.
Categories:
carroll, art, writing,
Form: Blank verse
Morning At Work
Impaired by his tremors
And a troublesome cough,
He turned fur into felt
Before cooling things off.
He drooled once or twice
And grew cold in his bones,
But he shaped all the felt
Into all of the cones.
Noon
His 'venomous vipers'
Grew restless again
And woke as the toxins
Played games with his brain.
He began to see strange things
And quickly grew scared
When the writing desk swooped
Like a ravenous bird.
Aware that his dark mind
Was now playing tricks,
He quit work forever
At ten shillings past six.
Night
He sat in The Tabard
Where he found time to think.
His skin had turned orange
As he drowned in his drink.
He recalled the sad day
His wife took off her ring
And with her cards on the table
Left to marry a king.
He pined for his daughter
And the party he'd planned
But she followed her mother
To that far-away land.
Later That Night
While carrying a tea tray
Upstairs to his bed
He tripped over his hat
He'd shook off with his head.
He finally came to
Around six the next night
But from that moment on
All his world was not right.
Categories:
carroll, drink, fantasy, imagery, literature,
Form: Narrative
A spore is placed upon my tongue
Hallucinagenic seed
Images will soon appear
As mushroom starts to breed
The body starts to tingle
As the mind begins to glow
Spiders crawl about the wall
And carpet starts to grow
TV speaks in foreign words
And music can be seen
Am I just a form of life
Or am I human being
Chairs begin to talk to me
In words of ancient sage
I write them with a pen that is
Connected to the page
I'm mezmorized in disbelief
At all the world around
I'm seeing every little thing
And hearing every sound
I look into the mirror
And I see me looking back
Or could it be that that is me
And I am looking back
I place my hands upon my face
I pull them toward my chin
I move them over to my cheeks
To form a cheshire grin
I can bear to look no more
I turn and walk away
I seek the solace of my bed
And pray for light of day
Rockman :-)
(For the Go Ask Alice contest by Debbie Guzzie)
Categories:
carroll, adventure
Form: Rhyme
All these brilliantly shining currents
Of memories
Of words.
Of memories
Like waterfalls gushing out the earthen vessel.
A tragicly equipped troubadour tantalized
By living, at the movies,
Nodding just so.
Dangling above it all nearly.
The vision is almost pristine
The way the muses' hand stroked cross wise.
With every notion of that mysterious pen,
Horizons appeared
breeding for purity.
Creating direction!
The stammering presence of
His voice conquered worlds,
Til the ink became blood;
The precious muse poisoning 'til the pen was like a needle crawling
Over the skin of existence;
Leaving an honest, filthy trail
of bruised dreams.
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march 23,2010
Categories:
carroll, nostalgia
Form: Free verse