ominous
frozen
moments
eerily
suffused
breathless
as
time stops
seeking
the
essence
of
stillness
in graduations
of
tone
Categories:
heade, art,
Form: Didactic
Martin Johnson Heade
loved orchids it was saidorchids
From hack portraitist he 'came good'
as in this art genre he stood
Categories:
heade, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
I lost my spelling and grandma checker
I am an idea roving iround inside on me heade
The lanquagees of today our so misread
why if y go back some yeers in the hundrads
the language was all different , aint that a bummer?
All the errors of times leng ago
the all surmounted to the rooles of now for shoow
we evlove wes do, of this I am sore
I love words even from distance shores
grandma would shoot me, make their be it kno doubt
Dis poem was written by a grammerless lout
Note: Posted a Blog on the same topic!!!
Categories:
heade, humanity, humorous, language,
Form: Light Verse