An Ode To William
Blake
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He when Painted,
Printed or Wrote,
His face always wore
a grave grin.
THAT Soft in heart
and hand,
The sculptor, stones
had ever seen;
Sitting by the lonely-
lake’s shore
Portrayed the
playing cherubs.
For me his shop
would have been,
For Pope, Dryden’s
coffee
shop.
Loved who little-
boys, herders and
sheep,
And praised country
and for lambs prayed.
An artist lived there
unknown,
Unnoticed, ahead of
his time.
(contd...)
Categories:
contd, art,
Form: Ode
and two men came
greeting
crossing their paths
whispering to
the maker of mankind -
o, to the altar
came the men
one was the colonel
the other an half-cast
of an enriching poverty
"o lord!" whisper'd one
"how i wish my haven
could last richly
on an earthly eternity
for that dog my boots
to lick, o thank you, lord!"
and the bells did ring
everywhere
the world lay in tears
as heaven was a-ready
with some packs.
(to be contd.)
Categories:
contd, parody
Form: I do not know?
Forum Nine
(for: my poetess-commentator)
LoudVoice:
O, the dazzles of my Sports city; in groups of Guilds – behold the
stylish touches with which the Painter & the Architect do adorn our city: a visitor would
think of us & acknowledge us for the organization of the Classical Olympic Games. Then,
what a pleasure, a treasure accomplished in the solid work done in our Sports city! Of the
Myth, History & Wisdom carved for Posterity, aren’t Work, Art & Nature so honourable?
LowVoice:
Then, our erratic Age of Fashion has certain capacities for praise …
LoudVoice:
O, that’s untruly frank about this pointed issue I hadn’t your guts to raise!
(to be contd.)
Categories:
contd, parodysports,
Form: Prose Poetry
Contd
With time I could feel
My blood getting fainter and
The air that I breathe contaminated
With the bogus love of hers
My flesh started to liquefy
Burning away silently with the
Command of her eyes
But at my dismay
She did show me the real “Her”
Categories:
contd, love
Form: I do not know?