Dubliner James Joyce
once had an 'imagistic' voice
Then became so expermental
complex&linguistical
Categories:
dubliner, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
They were Lilly Whites from Kildare,
And Boggers from County Clare,
Herring Gutters from Donegal
And Dubliner Jackeens.
They were Goat Suckers, Slaneysiders,
Magpies and Rossies.
They were Kellys, and Murrays,
O’Carrols, and Moores,
They were Campbells, MacMurphys, and Dunns.
One claimed he’s from the Hill of Tara,
Another, from Tyrone among the brush.
They came for the work on the Schuylkill Canal.
They came for the work on the railway.
They came for the love of those lonesome Colleens
They left at the dockside in Derry.
They worked and they drank,
And they gambled and swore,
And they prayed for the saints’ intercession.
A few sought the balm of a comforting whore,
Then mumbled their sins at confession.
They offered their immigrant muscle and sweat,
Like Hercules hard at his labors,
And carved out the tunnels and fashioned the locks
That helped build their grandchildren’s nation.
Categories:
dubliner, america, history, ireland,
Form: Lyric
Red wine stains on sheets,
music notes that bleed silence.
Grand poets on abandoned streets,
writing melodic poems of violence.
Venetian masks of golden designs,
gondola rides that pursue insanity.
Deception and lies clutching vines,
violet petals consumed by vanity.
Jugglers and peddler monks anew,
begging for a temporary treasure.
Midnight exposing her glass shoe,
judging true beauty by pleasure.
Laughter echoes in the distance,
frivolous acts of social compliance.
A Dubliner that questions existence,
caught between religion and science.
Cowering judges tremble in shame,
condemning their daughters and sons.
Hangings become their festival game,
death lotteries massacring loved ones.
Crimson sunrises sweeping the night,
tearing heaven from hellish abyss.
Scattering ashes in seething light,
that destroys passion's only kiss.
Categories:
dubliner,
Form: I do not know?