Numb your cortex and let her siblings speak,
Dumb her with a dactylic drumbeat
And let the fronted sound put her to sleep.
Turn off your domineering manager,
So others may awake at waking hour
To pour their paroled thoughts into your art.
Let the furnace of creativity
Create new combinations and concepts
For that is the art, not the detritus.
"Delphi"
Held in the palm of Zeus
there transforms Her solitary Self
in The Seat of Pythia
delivering prophecies
filled by the spirit of
Enthusiasmos
Oracle of Delphi
speaking gibberish
with the lesser priests
conjuring the Poiesis
into enigmatic hexameters
poetic and dactylic
by way of Lux
towards a place
that doesn’t rot
In the Symposium
where Plato dwells
there she commands
the soul of Diotima
the one
who is honoured
by Zeus;
there she places
her mind
as an offering
in the palm of his hand
she disrobes and unveils
the origin of who she is
a mystery, a small thought
in the book that is a life
large and emerging, to be read,
Her novel ideology
She offers truth as the origin
in her concept of what Love is not
and what she believes
through truth,
Love
IS
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
I(H)S
IS
"I was completely alone in the darkness."
It's no harm, to learn a new term
impression formation; it’s the way the mind
process facial features able
to relate these with other.
An unknown face reminds a known
person voluntarily helped you long back
and you liked him; now feeling true
liking for this new person.
Does it make any sense that says
cause of subconscious mind to like new person
for same look with known person or
shows how ironic mind is!
When mind causes us to fall in
love at first sight, it's mind makes that opinion
if new person looks like one who
had good impact on your life.
Mind (subconscious) will try to find
out for your well-being; it's trying to make
you attracted fully to new
person to get right feeling.
As newly met person truly
resembles one who helped and did good for you
mind guides new person is your kind.
It's impression formation.
My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The Song of Hiawatha” by Longfellow as a bedtime story. “Oom-ta-ta, oom-ta-ta”, - dactyl waltzed, pages rustled and I came down dactylic stairs into my personal Hades of dreams.
Beavers are in the Styx! Bison hide in reeds from mosquitos. Herds of wild mustangs graze on the Elysium fields. Red-skinned young ladies with asphodels in plaits listen to the story of Orpheus and Eurydice that the magic Willow tells them. Everybody's happy but Charon: Hiawatha* takes Minnehaha** out in his boat. But where is the son of Rhea and Cronus and his wife Persephone? “Lookee, lookee, - Olympus laughs, - who rules the netherworld now. Henry Longfellow!”
Time passed. I grew up. Other rhymes obsessed me. But every night, having slipped past three-headed Mishe-nama***, I go down into Longfellow’s Hades in search of my late aunt.
* The main character of “The Song of Hiawatha”.
** Hiawatha’s ladylove.
*** The character of “The Song of Hiawatha”, the king of fishes.
dactylic oak tree
lending me your heart daily
how to repay you
Dactylic Pentameter
Green is your color with Leprechauns, Shamrocks and gold filled pots.
Favorite meal is corn beef and cooked cabbage on plate as food.
Charming and fanciful tales or elf stories for tinny tots.
Jokes and such make hours fun - they put us into a happy mood.
Humor's a blessing in life, for that we have much gratitude.
Time is spring, cold wind can blow hard yet giving the days an edge.
Snow can still be on the ground, denizens may have to use a sledge.
Dactylic Hexameter
My love for family I do not hide or set high on a wooden shelf.
Baubles of life are here having a jot influence over a rime of things.
One hawks a sweeter enticement diverting us like a small candy elf.
Placed in a closet of my heart it offers now no threat to inner self.
Booty that makes us rich seems a bit ornament gaining a shoddy pelf.
Family time is togetherness knowing the pleasures it often brings.
We talk but nothing unusual like blue and white on ceramic delf.
Time for a lady and children as husbands sit talking as royal kings.
Please give us a topic, at least just a clue
I have no direction, don't know what to do
Do I scribe what I know, or write from the heart?
Or do I quote Shakespeare and try to sound smart?
A ballad, a sonnet, a three line haiku?
Or try to be clever, and try a senryu
Perhaps using penta, and maybe i-ambic?
Dactylic or pyrric, it's sending me manic
So next time a subject, please tell us ahead
And I'll write something different to be a blockhead
"Gypsy's Creak"
Her hair sways
Like a gypsy’s hips in summer
Young, seasoned, and ripe
Was the frame of her smile
Voice knocking upon
The fences of freedom
Swooning men of her choice
Before the suave, sleek edges
Fashioning the finesse that is
This dactylic wonderland
Thank you dear / Debbie for / pointing out / my mistakes!
Now I can / see where I’ve / been getting / out of step.
“Statuesque” / was one of / my early / efforts and
Then I had / not learned the / rhythms of /poetry.
If I were / Writing it / now I’d be / tidier.
I’d know my / dactyls and / iambs and / … other stuff …
But since the / subject was / utterly / frivolous,
Frankly Ms. / Guzzi, I / don’t think I / give a damn!
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I thought my original entry in Debbie’s meter contest was in
dactylic tetrameters.
Sadly it was not – but this one is!
Mark’s sent me a card of Mic’angelo’s “David”.
I’m really not sure how I’m meant to react …
Did he think I’m pining to see a nice body?
Or is he half-hoping that I’ll send it back?
The truth is, I don’t feel the least bit insulted.
I’ve studied male shapes ever since I was five!
I really enjoy all their planes and their contours:
‘Tis pity they’re seldom this good in real life …
This statue of David is one of the finest.
He’s firm and he’s smooth, and his muscles are taut …
If he were to step down and walk through the gallery,
The one thing to wobble is the one thing that ought!
His face is the image of very young Elvis …
And so is his body, the bits that we’ve seen.
They could be the same man … a re-incarnation …
Translated from Florence to Hollywood screen.
This picture just fills me with such mixed emotions!
I’m eager to see him: to touch, taste and smell …
And yet, it occurs, I’m too old for such notions …
But this old bat’s not dead yet … so, hey, what the Hell!
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Entry for Debbie's "Change for the Meter" contest.
This is a dactylic tetrameter ... I think!
Tell me if I'm wrong, please!
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