Edna Poems - Poems about Edna

Rou Jia Mo

A lunar cave sheilded them
from the horrors of radation
there the Moondogs
honed there skills and became
revered by the challenges of nature.
Martain Microbes and
Titan Sulfurnites
the Crystals of a space time Contentioum
filled the area were
the Magnif One
Duplicater wuld build
the first ever Home World vessel
to store the inhabitants of Earth.
Earth a World far, far away!
Earth, there a twinkle in

Whoa Edna

I never thought you could go wrong
If you added color, for I love it so.
But my cousin Edna who wore a thong
Went overboard until I yelled “whoa!”

Your eyes do not get used to the patterns there.
Up, down, sideways, backwards, everywhere.
I thought a rainbow kitchen would be fine.
But it was ridiculously overdone and out of line.

I

Cousin Wesley and Weird Aunt Edna

I am terrified I will die, Wesley said. It is raining.
Rain does not usually kill people, I replied.
But lightning can, and thunder is scary.
Lightning has never hit me, I replied.
It will probably get me, he said. His teeth were shaking.
He had been raised by a worst-scenario activist.
Everything she says usually includes the worst possibility imaginable.
She

Poems About Poets V

Poems about Poets V



Edna St. Vincent Millay Has Her Way with a Vassar Professor
by Michael R. Burch

After a night of hard drinking and spreading her legs,
Millay hits the dorm, where the Vassar don begs:
“Please act more chastely, more discretely, more seemly!”
(His name, let’s assume, was, er ... Percival Queemly.)

“Expel me! Expel me!”—She flashes her eyes.
“Oh!

Speaker, Subject, and Theme In Edna St Vincent Millay's ''Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now''

“Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Women have loved before as I love now;
At least, in lively chronicles of the past-
Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow
Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast
Much to their cost invaded-here and there,
Hunting the amorous line, skimming the rest,
I find some woman bearing as

Speaker, Subject, and Theme In Edna St Vincent Millay's ''I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed''

“I, Being Born a Woman and Distressed” (Sonnet XLI)
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

I, being born a woman and distressed
By all the needs and notions of my kind,
Am urged by your propinquity to find
Your person fair, and feel a certain zest
To bear your body's weight upon my breast:
So subtly is the fume of life designed,
To clarify

The Saga of Edna

Edna stalked marriagable prey
the way most men stalk tigers
not at all.

Lived the majority of her years
Happily worrying about 
one person's feelings - hers.

Edna remained resolutely single
happy with her hobbies
traveling carefree

Joyfully visiting China, Japan, India
Learning things other could never learn
on a first hand basis.

Edna has spent her life 
doing what she wants when she wants
She has

Edna Purcell 1912-1930

Edna Purcell
1912-1930

Dying a virgin was the least of my regrets.
Dying a chaste woman at 18 seemed a moot point.
I remember watching my momma die.
It was in summer, and I was 16.
Hopelessly disconsolate, that’s how I felt;
How would I live without her?
Why was she so cruelly taken from me?
How did she get so sick?
My demise, then,

In Homage To Edna St Vincent Millay

In Homage to Edna St Vincent Millay

To gaze upon truth is to look upon beauty bare,
Though few have done so save those who walk 
The halls of academe, and speak with nature in 
Its nakedness. We, we such souls who wander in
The wilderness of life, lost, anxious, low in mood,
Beset with this concern, and that

The Ballad of Robin and Edna

Edna Clouds,  dreamer,  catch-me-if-you-can, hunted by police, together with her man.

T’was Robin Banks, that set her heart a throbbin’, a needy chap who drove the wheels,  alias reliant Robin. 

Third man was a mystery so legend has its say; the guy who packed the lead was deadly Rick O’Shea.

The fourth, at nine

Edna

What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of etiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
composed of and comprises, just a single cell
in her journey to examine every meaning.
Though new expressions find their way

Edna

What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of etiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell
in her journey to examine every meaning.
Though new expressions find their way

Edna

What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the sources of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of aetiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
'composed of' and 'comprises,' just a single cell
in her journey to examine every meaning.
Though new expressions find their way

Clerihew To Edna St Vincent Millay

Edna St. Vincent Millay
Not choosy about person's sex when she played
Nor age of the person with whom she lay
However, her poetry brightens my day  

Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Seeking A Fresh Crop Of Clerihew

Edna

...for a good friend


What better name for one who'd analyze
and scrutinize the secrets of logomachy, 
a philosopher who filters truth from lies,
our building blocks, the seat of etiology. 
A thinker's thinker, one who ponders well
the implications of a life-long gleaning,
composed of and comprises, but a single cell
in her journey to examine every meaning.
Some new expressions

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