Famous literature?
This Saturday, like many others, I got up late
it was almost ten, my hands trembled,
low blood sugar
I can live with diabetes while keeping the balance
watching what I eat and drink
Last night, fed up with the fake news on TV
where politicians spoke about how bad Russia was and
their undying love for Ukraine while secretly longing
for the days before the North Stream
was blown
up by the Americans, helped by the Norwegian Navy
Jens Stoltenberg, the General sec, A Norwegian
is nothing but an errand for the USA's interest
I picked up a book that was said to be thrilled by
John Grisham
After reading 23 pages, I felt like I was reading a recipe
the hero is a lawyer who defends a man accused
of murder, but we already know he is innocent
so why? Not so the dastardly prosecution wants
the man hanged.
I looked at the novel again; no doubt, the writer
was famous and sold millions of copies, like it
we are dealing with success.
since I have no wish to read the whole book
I will never know how it ends
Categories:
grisham, adventure, appreciation, art,
Form: Blank verse
November! When the auburn autumn leaves
retard the tinkling brooks of Vallombrosa,
and kitchen chimneys draw the old ones closer:
when timid fieldmice nestle in the eaves
and oaken chests give up our longer sleeves,
and finer fabrics cede the game to grosser:
we close John Grisham, open Vargas LLosa:
Orion rises, and Arcturus grieves.
But sometimes there’s a gracious interlude.
Though winter waits offstage with all its lines
word-perfect, still a kind of summer shines.
The breeze feels older now, of muted mood,
not so disposed to boast its vital signs,
inclined to amble through the golden vines.
Sonnet composed: 10 November 2019
New Fall Sonnets Poetry Contest 2019
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Categories:
grisham, seasons,
Form: Sonnet
William Shakespeare was a play-write
He really wrote a play right ...
Yet if his 'words were magic'
~ Why were his plays so tragic?
Charles Dickens first addition
of "Olive or Twist" was darn good fix-shun ...
The epitome of 1800's political correctness
~ Monsieur-Monster Fagin's vile "semitic' invectiveness
Ernest Hemingway's son all ways rises
as the old man caught a fish in the si
of the Spain and the bullfights he at ended
~ far from the USA, where he couldn't bend-o'er his gender
Today Dan Brown and John Grisham are the right oars
who rule the roost of the literary pie'll ...
They rite and they right and they write till they drop
~ their draw-ores ... it's the latest literary sty'L
Categories:
grisham, literature, word play, write,
Form: Light Verse
Comfortable with the uncomfortable
trapped with an intrepid countenance
reaching out to the other side unable
to table discussion as the world rolls by
Half past twelve but can heavy eyes last
another forty years holding back tears
stretched out across a hardened porch
made solely off the back of a broken man
The hills of coal have stripped again
what once was the promised land
engulfing the mountain and a soul
rocking the chair aimless the stare
*inspired by a book I'm reading*
*Gray Mountain by John Grisham*
Categories:
grisham, sorrow,
Form: Free verse
"Will you put something into a file
that we can print out to send with
the cards at Christmas? Won't we
be too busy this year with all the
kids activities at school, church,
and such?"
He nodded an ascent returning
to read John Grisham. He didn't
say he'd already drafted 43 of 48
on the card list a personal greeting.
It was simple as clicking on Word
and keyboarding a holiday message.
Cursive, personal, epistolarian, and a
lost art? He didn't pen each one now
but sat at the PC reminiscing.
Evoking memories of friends, family,
or festivity. Imagine the time it took
with vellum, ink well, quill, and wax seal.
Seasonal Letter
Categories:
grisham, holiday, memory,
Form: Free verse
At the beach in your bikini
blowing off those also-rans
you posture in your playful way
with Gucci sunshades and
the latest Grisham novel.
At the gala you're exquisite
in your slinky cocktail dress.
Simple, black, short and sexy,
you shimmer like a morning mist,
the chandeliers are dancing in your eyes.
At the condo in your nightgown,
(the antithesis of sex),
tucking in the kids
and softly singing them to sleep,
you're Wonder Woman in your plastic curlers.
I know I have the best,
without a doubt, it's true,
whatever outfit you put on,
my 'winner' still is you!
Categories:
grisham, love,
Form: Verse
A Prophecy
John Grisham was rejected by 28 publishers
Before he sold “A Time to Kill”
But because he didn’t say “What the hell”
His books have sold over 275 mil.
Maya Angelou was once a whore
But she wanted to write and sing
When haters were speaking she wasn’t listening
And in 1993 she sang before a king.
Paul Laurence Dunbar was the son of a slave
Wrote his brilliant masterpieces at the elevator door
Determined not to listen to the white man because he wanted more
Now he is an example of greatness for the writing poor.
Tyshawn Nicole Knight was once a mental case
She wrote poetry on the floors in the psych ward
But, she never gave up, she struggled and worked hard
Now she is a publisher and her writers have gone far.
Categories:
grisham, black african american, destiny,
Form: Ballad
At the beach in your bikini
blowing off those also-rans
you posture in your playful way
with Gucci sunshades and
the latest Grisham novel.
At the gala you're exquisite
in your slinky cocktail dress.
Simple, black, short and sexy,
you shimmer like a morning mist,
the chandeliers are dancing in your eyes.
At the condo in your nightgown,
(the antithesis of sex),
tucking in the kids
and softly singing them to sleep,
you're Wonder Woman in your plastic curlers.
I know I have the best,
without a doubt, it's true,
whatever outfit you put on,
my 'winner' still is you!
Categories:
grisham, love,
Form: Verse
I was asked, "What is important to you?" by a friend-
she was just making conversation...
I was silent, deep in thought of diversity-
The true meaning of important.
Other than the worldly treasures of love,
money to survive, intelligence and adventure-
WORDS- was my answer.
Words. Power. Intelligence. Knowledge.
Adventure. Love. Death. Birth. God. Evil.
Conception. Contemplation. Life. Living.
Ovid, Homer, Ducasse, Rimbaud,
Patterson, Rice, Strieber, Jung, Darwin,
Verne, Grisham, Seneca, Christ...
As I read the words from the greatest,
and not so greatest, of minds-
It is all encompassing. I am in their world.
Writers bring their world to life when simple
words are written.
I can go to Atlantis, dissect a human, kill mummies,
be a vampire, see into the mind of a beagle, fly with eagles,
see the center of the Earth, view a rose in a way alien to me.
I can do anything. I have yet to do everything.
WORDS- little configurations with infinite
meaning.
Categories:
grisham, adventure, introspection,
Form: Free verse
At the beach in your bikini
blowing off those also-rans
you posture in your playful way
with Gucci shades,
the latest Grisham novel.
At the gala you're exquisite
in your tiny cocktail dress.
Simple, black, short and sexy,
you shimmer like a morning mist,
the chandeliers are dancing in your eyes.
Home in your flannel night dress,
(the antithesis of sex),
tucking in the kids
and softly singing them to sleep,
you're Wonder Woman,
let me make you dinner!
I want to scream:
"The competition's done,
we have a winner!"
Categories:
grisham, mother
Form: Verse
At the beach in your bikini
blowing off those also-rans
you posture in your playful way
with Gucci sunshades and
the latest Grisham novel.
At the gala you're exquisite
in your slinky cocktail dress.
Simple, black, short and sexy,
you shimmer like a morning mist,
the chandeliers are dancing in your eyes.
At the condo in your nightgown,
(the antithesis of sex),
tucking in the kids
and softly singing them to sleep,
you're Wonder Woman in your plastic curlers.
I want to scream:
"The competition's over,
we have a winner!"
Categories:
grisham, love,
Form: Verse