Tribute to William Soutar 1898-1943
A Perthshire Lad William Soutar
William S* showed a poetic voice
the quatrain form,his choice
he named a whigmaleerie
became a lasting legacy
Wiliam Soutar famed for his 119 American cinquains(which he labelled epigrams) also wrote whigmaleeries for children .
In dialect and lyric William’s
poetry soon found fame.
Whims and fanciful notions
these whigmaleerie were known.
Less popular yet, equally unique
verse in English, oh so terse. This
genre , American cinquain consolidated
a reputation,once again.
Grew to manhood on the river Tay,
Writing poems ,most every day;
Cinquains,epigrams, whigmaleerie-
& His diary of a dying man,left
Telling observations, for all to see.
An atypical Carroll comic conversational satire style poesy in three voices in 40/40/28 tercet stanzas in the series of this genre to which he is identified & on which his reputation & epitaph rests
Lewis Carroll famed now for 'Alice'
a wonderland lass with no vice
Also in verse he did persist
Jabberwocky revealed him a linguist
Children's books of worldwide acclaim
Whimsical humour in nonsense rhyme
Of childhood days in summertime-
Its acrostic brought Liddel's fame,
The story ending with Alice's full name
The Bermuda Triangle, does it still exist?
For a long time there has been no mention
No airplanes vanish, nor ships and boats missed
What’s happened to famed fifth dimension?
I read about time tunnels, unquiet zones
Toxic vapours of methane hydrate
Triangle get lost, so no happy returns
The last of great mysteries fades
Its magnetic field has been demagnetized
Or maybe the global warmth stroke
Bad seaweed has died, and the air clarified
So the danger zone evoked a joke
No one gives a damn was it fiction or truth
That old hype has veered off the track
But I'd much prefer to see this in the news:
“The Bermuda Triangle strikes back!”
Da Vinci so famed for his 'Mona'
this Lisa is such an enigma
My preference is his first painted face
hence a clerihew pic with such grace
Alice Walker,famed novelist of Cloured Purple with this nineteen lined 'The Old Men Used to Sing' evokes a childhood memory 'conversational styled poem' using two or three words short staccato sentences
There laid the young poet, the famed lover,
Staring at the gloomy hands of the clock,
As if counting his own steps to the gates of
death,
The doctor sat beside him, head lowered,
Like an executioner hides from his victims,
The poet held a copy of his own poem, "An ode to love", he read with a slight smirk,
It read like a parody of his life, which it may
have been,
As the daylight seemed dimmer by the hour,
He let out his hand to someone, who wasn't
there,
And it waited till it got cold and slack,
For no one came to hold the young poet's
hand.
LODGE
like an
old castle
we rowed boats and swam
explored long mountain trails -
felt old-fashioned ambiance
“at the famed Mohonk Mountain House”
Desolate clown's
traveling train
tours famed cities
onto quaint towns.
He mimicks glee
for his ousted
heart's sutures
are dismissive
frowns.
Balloon twisting's
what he knows--
cause joggeling act
makes kids mope;
And sparking globe-nose
bombards
the Top's bleachers
with plumes
of blinding smoke.
His onesie sports
ink-stains for color;
And oily-face
with white base
sweating turns
cream-soupy butter;
Shoved and ridiculed
by crowds-even peers,
cause he studders.
His Mass Bay clown
soles have holes--
with grimy socks,
torn by nails and corns.
Grey's his story--
when a caboose's
the only corner
where he
can call home.
He'll tumbling fall
to gain their laughs-
cringing weeps
in silence--
from prying eyes.
The show must go on--
cause he's a star;
Like his forefathers
before him-since then past on.
A proud Borinquen
does not truly care
if you judge us
Nor will we find joy
in catering to
the tragic whims
of the bigots
Who ignore us
and deplete us
For the sake of
helping their own
and hurting others
who don't look
like them
Just because
they think
we're unworthy
when -- in truth
We were here first
and will forever be
worthy of what
was always ours.
*Written in honor of Puerto Rican Pride Month, inspired by the work of famed Puerto Rican poet Sandra Maria Estevez. Peace be with everyone reading these words.
For you, my lover and my friend,
this Maiden made of light green hair,
feathered fronds of fan-shaped leaves,
and fineness of its thin, dark stems.
Famed maiden-name of maidenhood
is formed in misty woodland wood.
I would you have this gift so green
I found along a rippling stream
to shade your face in summer's heat,
or place in vase with Queen Anne's Lace.
I knew a man from downtown Bell South
who could stick his own d-ck in his mouth.
That put him in the same bucket
as that famed man from Nantucket,
though he swore he never did suck it.
I spread layers of laughter in a long baking pan,
with a rhythm that twists the smoky scent I can scan.
Five lines per slice, I assemble carefully quick,
make this dish pulsate and glint like a limerick.
First sheet, a town and a person, famed or unfamed,
second, an odd trait that need not be tamed.
The rhyme goes A-A, then loosens its tight grip,
repeats at the last layer with a tag line flip.
Short lines on top, longer anapest pasta below,
the meter stumbles slightly, then steals the show.
B-B ricotta and spinach creep in the middle on the sly
with simmering mozzarella that doesn’t overflow dry.
I season the dish with nonsense spice, lively and loud,
a crispy curl at the base makes the last layer proud.
With light ragu sauce I garnish the humorous trait,
just with the perfect comical timing I bake it great.
The final ingredient is hilarity with melodramatic bend,
with a twist at the end to be served with fun to a friend.
Topped off with a punch line parmesan. that is hot,
I cook the best meal, limerick lasagna, in poetry pot.
63.
Three Charms of Luz-Vi-Minda Against Spain
She's Luz-Vi-Minda
Priestess of Asia
When incubus harms
She takes out her charms…
Behold! Jose Rizal
Our hero national
Poet, doctor, researcher
Farmer, herder, school-builder
Fought Spaniards with paper and pen
Luzon's charm – noblest of our men!
Behold! Lapu-Lapu!
Defender of Cebu
First terror of invaders
Famed Magellan's death renders
Rammed Spaniards with native bolo
Visayas' charm – quaintest hero!
Behold! Purmassuri!
Awesome Muslim lady
Wise heroine of Sulu
Foreigners cannot subdue
Disturbed Spaniards so tribesmen won
Mindanao's charm – enemies thrown!
-11/27/2011
(Dumarao)
*First Incubus Collection
Frosty begged his nose to blaze bright red,
Rudolph’s famed legend had gone to his head.
One night he stole a coal from desire's fire —
By dawn, his dream for glory became a quagmire.
I hammered some words
out from the quarry of my brain.
They fell around in shards;
some like boulders,
some like rocks and rubble.
I picked them up one by one.
Block on block, I piled them up,
thinking I could build a ‘pleasure dome’
But,
when it was time for the workman
to marvel over the beauty and wonder
of his dream creation,
his masonry tumbled down
like sand castles built
by little hands in sea strands
or dunes of quicksand sliding down.
I have lost count of the times,
this has happened before.
Now I stay resigned,
amid a heap of debris and ask myself-
“Is there any use feeling remorse”?
Like Nero fiddling on his harp,
when Rome was burning,
I sit on this pile of wreck
piping my thoughts away.
In the cusp between victory and defeat
I have charted my future action plan-
decided not to cry over spilt milk,
but to start over and continue my work,
till I can erect a ‘pleasure dome’ of words
as our famed poet Coleridge did!
Why not keep trying again and again as the spider
that inspired King Robert Bruce.... !
Why not go on until I succeed ??
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