Long Ayre Poems

*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 2

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

The batter's foul ball killed a fowl that later caused a foul odor.
After painting the room red, he then redd it up and read...

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"Asparagus Full Grown"

Now it had been said again & again...
By those who sailed way away back then when~
Whot ayre aloft shall always come down~
So's may be seen in the streets of some town!

'Twas such to...

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I count on angels. They speak to me.
Not in voices, but telepathically.
They do not leave me alone until I do certain things.
I know it is an angel due to their persistent tenacity.

Call Toni. I think...

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"Damn Bird"

All the King's Corsairs & Grand Sailors them all!
Went to winds in efforts enthralled~
Ken o'lone sailor whot's ayre so then gone~
Nay naught e'er whot's seen any day's dawn~

For once they did'st sail seas then...

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" Sailor's Glee "

Now comes ol' sailor a'full o'glee
Down town wharf to set a'sea
Stumbled tripped he so did
Lost to him his dozen quid!

Down dark mole into wake
O'merry sloop set sail did make
Booty lost such thus...

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So sailed they then o'er seas well spent~ 
Torn their skys & mastheads back bent~ 
Under their bowsprits well to a'sea~ 
From ravages o'wind did'st they then flee~ 

Down from their bulwarks & under their...

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Flibble me flabbles walk me decks~
O'speed & grace & o' them wrecks~
Ye ayre whot's roight 'tis such a'fright~
Great White runs deep & up tonight~

Lee ayre naught but weather gone 'round~ 
Yer vessel she's stout 'er...

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1.cinquain.- love at first sght

Adeaide Crapsey cinquain form first motivated my interest in poetry


2.imagist- viduage

Capturing an enigmatic  image into words upon my page my continuing inspiration


3.shortform. footle bonie&clyde


creating the footle form encapsulated my initial...

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Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre!  This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen...

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Thir montins that stooid beffoir me
Ma lassie milk soumes breasts
Ah leid upoun heir ballye ye sei
Fir the displey uv heir peaks are the best

Ma lassie ballye moves up and doon
As the watters  on the...

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" 'Tis Calm Methinks "

'Tis calm methinks so thought doth do~
Has me to wonder what next o'this few~
Sails a'luff & seas thus abate~
'Tis naught such as this 'twould e'er be me fate~

Wind! Wave! Tumult! Onslaught!
Ye...

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" Keen To His Fate "

First & foremost with alacrity,
One sailor sailed so o'er his sea.
Winds a'fillin' canvas & seam,
Great ship layin' o'er well on her beam.

Thus began a journey so bold,
Tales ayre told by...

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Consumed under infinite sunless night; 
Its uncountable fixed flickering stars,
With tendrils tender love and a lullaby, 
Mid quiet indulgent heaven, it dost sings. 

Swell of explosive unsated love seeks
Warm wisp embrace, of thy intimate whole....

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" Krewe "

Them they whot sail ayre apt naught
Bein' whot ayre so sailors once caught
Agin a'so 'twere had them a choice
Ne'er nay ne'er spaek so a'voice

Ship's cat twere ne'er a'so well spent
As at her ships...

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" Swept "

'Tis with heart heavy meownself so say~
That which doth trouble me then thus this day~
'Twere she a schooner fine & so grand~
'Twere not she longer in mind's eye demand~

I've swept me brow with...

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With lightened heart and care-loosed feet
setting out hand-in-hand
to Celtic tune and callers bleat
of "hay," "gypsy," "allemand."

All that satin, cotton and silk
a'twirl in twos and fours,
topped by smiles white as milk
on dancers by the score.

Away sad...

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Ebony and ivory, noted for sound,
Digital playback, sleight of hand.
Songsters echo, vibrant pound,
Upright, organ, cottage, grand.

Strings attached, taut with suspense,
The Master Key hammers home
Letters of note; chords of tense,
Past and present; timed metronome.

Naturally played with...

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Aye... 'tis nay awa' e'er seen,
Faere lass ha' coom a'shore,
Frill bonnet oot & lairds do preen,
Prim lass ayre coom folklore.

'Twas maid fa's upon us few,
Such singin' springtime dew.
Smitten swain nane a'dither,
Wh'aur his hame coom hither.

Nay...

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My love,
her hair,
              sweet beauty,
garlands, crown;

My love,
her face,
              ever...

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