Interpretive Poems

we are individuals are we not

none of heard the same words
for we are individuals are we not?
it is not our hearing that did not hear
it is the interpretive additives we add
for we are humans
living our own life
experiencing what no one else can
for they are not us
and we are not them

none of us saw the same things
for we do not seek sameness, we look for diversity
sameness makes more sense, but it is not our initial reaction
so we saw different things, because we were looking for them
the police detective threw up his hands and stalked off
not realizing that no one hears or sees in the same way

Curlicues

Watch him,
he with the curlicue words,
he's a talker
he needs to be noticed,

every word in his mouth is
a mouth full of more words.

He's okay, no-yes really, he has a dog,
a talking dog. The dog does not do tricks,
even so, it will pull you in,
make you think,
about stuff you would
rather not think about.

Watch his wife, she's a doll,
no-yes really,
she's a doll. She does not speak
except when they are all in bed.
Him, Her and the dog.
They all talk at once.

You may feel you want to
join in,
but then you may start joining
with other joiners,

you may join a political part,
the navy, or a knitting circle,
a swimming club or
an interpretive dance class.
You may feel a constant need,

to join something -
anything.

Pretty soon though,
your mouth will be stuffed full
of curlicues.

Aria the Druidess

(A lone voice whispers)


Write your words like mesmerising spells

Like
California yellow bells

To bewitch hungry
Eyes that see

Using your incredible 
Vocabulary 
By all means

And the four types of comprehension

Literal
Interpretive
Critical
And creative

To conjure
Themes
And memes

From the fourth dimension 
To enrich jaded eyes 

To stimulate weary senses

Send forth your unique voice
Via your prose

To grace unconsciously moving wet lips
With a sweet scent
Of your inner

Red rose 

That tempts them
To read on

In their moments of stillness
And you'll realize
your love of poetry

May be the missing link 
That completes them

Like the three wise men
Who once saw 

The shining
Star of Bethlehem 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

HISTORISTA david ingres

anecdote
    anciente
nobless
noted
in
a backward
           glance
interpretive
    high-minded
imaginings
portraying
the past
  with
     contemporary
airbrused
  articulations

obscura april

As we all know, April is “National Poetry Month.”
Last year’s Poetry month, was like a month-long superbowl.
We all enjoyed the fireworks, the rhyming-parades,
live televised poetry jams and interpretive dances (ick).

Speaking about last year, once again, the Academy of American Poets
has asked me to take the month off - for ”the sake of poets everywhere.”

“Dear Anais
Don’t betray us.
April’s our month to shine.
We’re asking you to confine,
your poetry to the other 11 months,
please listen to us - just this once.
Your poetry isn’t that popular,
and we think your work is subtacular.”

They’d rhymed it, of course.

I was moved.
I mean, if you write my kind of poetry,
It’s a good idea to keep moving,

Happy Poetry Month!

My Mistress

What is death if not supreme silence,
Have you ever craved the silk of a quiescent moment?
When the constant barrage of noise around you becomes abhorrent,
And what if the most deafening gabble,
Came from a source that was unavoidable?
Nails on slate but imaginary,
At the base of your skull reverberating,
Now hover in that moment eternally.

As years go by and seasons change,
One thing always stays the same:
The ceaseless racket inside your brain,
Feasting on your sanity at a rate you cannot sustain.

Death is my mistress of solitude,
She flies around me,
An interpretive dance of doom,
Sensually she reminds me,
A painful moment can buy me
An eternity of peace.

Your Dance Shows Your Joys

orange feather dancer without a face
we cannot read your expressions
but your interpretive dance shows your joys
your talented feet share your story
we are enthralled by your moves

Artistically Creative

Captivated as I’m immersed 
in your writing 
Shocking my senses like it 
were lightening 
Spending hours reading is like 
its a fairy book
your organizing of syllabus 
is all that it took 
Linguistic vocabulary dialect
phrasing style 
Expressive uttered content 
language while 
your deliverance of wording 
lettering is observed 
Your narratives wittiness 
in your work is reserved 
Interpretive collection only 
reflects in your ink 
Far from conservative the 
themes make me think 
Weaving a powerful thread 
through your lines 
Impactful experience for 
each reader by design 
Artistically creative with 
your energy and flow 
Reading so realistic with a 
faint dream like glow 
In your simple structure you 
open us up to much more 
Awakening one’s emotions 
from your honest candor 


10/1/22

The Prince's Royalty Statement

What happens when you have negative balance? 
Does that mean the Prince does not get his allowance? 
We are a small country you see 
No longer a part of Russia very much free 
But our Prince in the United States 
Has a book spinning a tale of relationship and mates 
There was no money in this recent take 
Are they saying the Prince’s writing is nothing but a fake?  
Is this all right?
His words are fluffy and light   
We villagers all know the reality is half a barn 
That is his title in a real life legendary Lithuanian yarn 
But his royalty check is under nil 
despite his authorship being important still 
His accounts are honest and real 
Interpretive fiction not the art of the deal 
As it goes for our real estate holder 
Dig in heels be stronger and bolder 
we know it’s the Sicilian inside that keeps you fed 
But my prince the Lithuanian is the one holding the chips allowing nothing to be in debt

An Interpretive New Year

On this night 
We have in sight 
A new year filled with intellectual challenging delight 
Just open a book 
And take a look 
There may be some fictional information that can be found 
And entertaining interpretation abound 
Happy New Year to all 
And enjoy the literary call

Inkwell of Traipsing Thoughts

Lithesome lines of rapturous rhymes and torrid truths,
Written with piteous pleas and tantalized tease;
Left to others' wits to be interpretive sleuths
Of our loves, lusts, confessional musts and envies.

Rhythm ripping or cadence caressing penned words,
Weeping a caustic choice or singing a heart's rejoice;
Gathered in silken sentiments or stampeding herds
Inkwell of traipsing thoughts etched in poetic voice.


Susan Ashley
October 16, 2017


*'The Love Letter' - Painting by Samuel Luke Fildes*

Feel the Sway - Interpretive

Trifle the thoughts living on a breeze
hearts darken twist a loving soul
eased down an anchored way
can't you feel the sway

Oh mother, hear my calls
muttered in a muted melody

Pulse, held for dear thee thou
leaving dotted lines, symbiotic
airs of allusive elegance

Imbed out an echo of relief
nether real nor silenced hope 
exchanged, changed, or rearranged
resistant to extinction
slip away, go slip away

I'M Waking

Waves from the past at last hit me,
the people envisioned seem suddenly with me. 
As where they'll be when im gone from this world, 
til then I amend to sing songs to unfurl, 
these posts are my eulogy to any who read, 
when im not here to speak still you'll see truth in the feed,
i hope after laughter and smiling for reasons, 
not towards the true love or nature through season, 
I'm closing the curtains for the better of condition, 
this show I did play in but never auditioned, 
to all who did act bravo and well done, interpretive yes, but still not my fun..

Yes,I Have a Passion For Dance

The music,
The touching,
The after.

All the types
    from Folk to Polka,
            Tango, Rumba, Samba,
            Waltz to Square,
            Cha Cha, Mambo, Twist ,
            Tap, Jazz, Rock.
Ballroom Proms to Backyard Parties,
Late Night Dives and Quite Evenings.
Steps that Jump, Slide Skip and Hop,
And then some motion stops.

Then we go INTERPRETIVE

Splendour Comparative

Twins, entrapped in purity of essence,
The woman and the vista;
She, for all the world, is real,
The other cast interpretive.
Models of implicit quintessence,
The painting and the sister;
She, to be so bold, can feel,
The other felt intuitive.

Beauty slaved in delicate pairing,
The female and the prospect;
She, embodying existence,
The other forced reflective.
Each a fundamental bearing,
Yet singular in aspect;
Apart, yet close in distance,
Duet, the splendour comparative.

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