DRUMMOND
Oh Drummond,
how were you so straight
being so gauche...
FERNANDO
Oh Fernando,
you were so many people
in one poet!
GABRIELA FLOR DE VIENTO
Oh Gabriela,
I always knew
Mistral was your wind...
FLORBELA FLOWER
O My Lazio flower
you beat sadness
sprouting exquisite poetry!
VINICIUS
Oh singing poet
You were from a tender little poet
a great poet...
PS tribute to Carlos Drumond - Brazil
Fernando Pessoa - Portugal
Gabriela Mistral - Chile
florbela Espanca- Portugal
Vinícius De Moraes - Brazil
Categories:
drummond, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse
W-orld
I-n
L-ethal
L-ink's
I-nvisible
A-ttack
M-ode
H-as
E-liminated
N-astiness
R-elieving
Y-ucky
D-isease's
R-aunch
U-ntil
M-iserable
M-ood
O-f
N-ations
D-isappears
Topic: Birthday of poet William Henry Drummond (April 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
drummond, birthday, poets,
Form: Acrostic
Don Drummond, my friend
Let your trombone leak again
Honey from the honey throne
Syrup sugaring my tongue
Sorrow from the volatile bone
Vibrating canals
Through which a man and his rain
Walks alone
Splashing mud against the eyes
To hide
Children in their tattered war
From the history battered pain
In self.
You were the most brilliant knight of them all
On your golden steed
Charging from dancehall to dancehall
Killing the giants that flock our blues
And in a moment like that your lover died.
And when the music exploded
We young revolutionary dreamers dance
Not knowing the telling was not enough
To change our colonized circumstance
Not knowing the music
Was not a weapon for you
It was something to make you deaf
To the screams
Of humanity suffering oprression
And when they took away your trombone
The cacophony of our sadness
The silence from the honey throne
Killed you
A cornered child in a desolate place.
Categories:
drummond, dedication
Form: Free verse
Look at my face, -
see scars of Demelt.
Enormous black beard
woven and lit by matches;
staring back at you.
Feared of reputation,
I reflect in my blade -
a ladies man in style.
With feathered tricorn, hemp
and multiple weapons to hand.
Representing ferocious battles,
and yet no account of killing one;
I use my terrors' edge,
to gain entry of ship;
Steal valuables, gold, food, weapons amd liquor.
Aye; 'tis by rumour alone
we did battle those seas
of 1718 and more.
Notorious our piracy legion lives on,
My handle Black Beard, Teach, Drummond.
I forever a treasured and trusted companion,
historic; now I lay to rest for all to see.
One but rescued, when run aground;
on Queen Annes Revenge,
around Ocracoke Inlet, North Carolina Seas.
Categories:
drummond, adventure, children, history, mystery,
Form: Free verse