Long Curtal sonnet Poems
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Like ‘Nevermore’ sketched into water by Salvador Dali
Quickly running a message up a high mast in Mali
Or Michaelangelo his genius wild, cutting a lady less forlorn
With a savior already finished with work and free from scorn
Oddyseus’ raft might have hurried home
Had it not been for the Sirens’ mercurial foam
Everyman distracted, with each passing year
And epoch of pain pouring tear upon tear
Without discerning the rhyme or the reason
Or gaining knowable time season upon season
Always the lure of fruitless eternity insipid
The body and mind empty: blood, bone and lipid
When fools or king’s would rush in where others feared
Bombs fired all round and their people were seared
In jest, a plague of doubt, a feast for Decameron’s clowns
In love, the firing flesh of sin falling down
In war, the rage of the people aimed at shadows’ night
In peace, moments too few to count, the treasure slight
Wherefore the incessant loss and vainglory
From what source the endless folly
With each generation aimless proceeding
And substantial hope forever receding
How this vague sense of emptiness and sorrow
And no real horizon to fill one’s soul tomorrow
Each city above ground falling in on itself
A cascading destruction from the continental shelf [river]
All built upon empty dreams, from false stories past
Or emptied like a dream, when the brain wakes fast
Awake to the shuddering quake of earth below
Or perhaps Earth itself, blowing up in a glow
Just like Rome to fall away at the end of time
to pass the cup, to self-destruct on the vine
From Aeneas came the Trojan horde
Yet he ate his tables instead of fall on his sword
While some chanced Paris instead
Without casting runes or checking their head
To hence or from where it could not matter
On the fat of the lamb each gentile growing fatter
Over the centuries, the meaning of things or remorse
Grew dim and stolid, owning a garden or grooming a horse
With all of the sparkling treasure and treats so kind
None could fathom true nature’s curse, or pay it any mind
Greatly Divided
I, although unseen at times always give thanks to you all. Especially for allowing me to share my growth in the precious form of poetry.
My prayer is that my words and works I leave behind do build and mend for a better tomorrow.
To orchestrate change, it must be envisioned, and that's where the magic begins.
A shifting from Matrix style living, to one of shared Peace and Understanding.
We're Different, but don't have to remain divided. Let us not allow for tragedy and suffering to be the only way to build bridges.
The Humanitarian is one who sees, and seeks atonement from the paradigms that plague mankind's state.
It's a daring Hope with The Audacity to be the Change we See on a micro and macro level. Potential turned into Kenetic Energy creating and craving "The Positive Ripples Effects".
Balance the Scales of Justice, Socially, Economically, Spiritually, and Physically.
It is not time to lay down, and sigh or die
unfullfilled. Be the Very Hand of God
not in Rhetoric or from Pulpits, but on the ground running towards Freedom.
This is the calling by which I have been commissioned, and my charge to keep. Fade we must from the physical plain and return to The Source.
What we do here on out in Love will determine the journey ahead. Look into veil with compassion and discuss in Love a better Union.
Are we not all Children of the Universe with a burning passion?? Help each other on the Road to Demascus, so all may see the dark and light.
The Peace has been Passed
"It is Finished", and all may eat Gracefully
Upon the Power of The Words Of
Poetry and Pros in Motion
The Seas have been Split...
Selah Amen.......
Kevin Guru ©2019
© 4 minutes ago, Kevin Deshun Mitchell
You’re the reason why I write poetry.
Seeing beauty and promise in the mundane.
You are the music – reverberating gong.
When you smile, I have won the lottery.
I walk around grinning like the insane,
‘cause you put in my heart a lilting song.
That you favoured me, how could it be?
While the music lasts, love should not wane.
Surely this feeling I have can’t be wrong.
I wish for meteor colours to see
night long!
Poet's note:
Depicted here are the different colours of comet tails as they enter the earth's atmosphere.
Science now asserts that colour does not exist anywhere in the universe. It is only how our brains interpret the various wavelengths of light. The colour blue could not be 'seen' by many ancient peoples and, therefore, many languages do not have a word for the colour blue. Also, according to science, time does not exist.
Poetic form: Curtal sonnet
The curtal sonnet (obsolete word meaning curtailed or contracted) is a form invented by the Jesuit priest, Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844–1889). He only wrote the three examples: ‘Pied Beauty’, ‘Peace’, and ‘Ash Boughs’. An eleven-line poem in two stanzas, in variable metre (he employed sprung rhyme to achieve desired effect of lesser syllables per line). Comprising of a sestet with a rhyme scheme of abcabc, and a quatrain rhyming dcbd or dbcd, that marks the pivotal point (a shifting or tilting of the main line of thought); with an additional 2 syllable verse, a spondee [//] rhyming ‘c’, which is presented indented.
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OLIVE EYES
I like the smell of coffee
in the morning
with lace gentled sunlight
creeping
through open windows.
And I like olive eyes.
I like lakeside afternoons
surrounded by roses
and sunlit breezes,
coolwarm touches
on my heart.
And I like olive eyes.
I like evening conversations
conveyed
with bliss sparkling eyes,
words revealed
that could not be said.
And I like olive eyes.
I love glowing nightfalls
and quiet passions sensed,
absorbed
in every caring touch, and given
with hopes of more to come.
And I love olive eyes.
Life and Death
don’t go gently into that good night
fight, fight, fight with all of your might
stay here as long as you can
we really don’t know what awaits us
on the other side
that mysterious event hopefully
is far down the road and many years away
the experience of death awaits us all
we can’t get out of this life alive
and bring some of our good stuff
questions are many but no answers appear
do we have a solid body
or is it see through
are we able to eat a good meal
or do we ever eat or drink again
is there a day and a night or is it always bright
do we dress in clothes
or do we walk around in the nude
that would seem so very rude
will our pets greet us
who have passed
at the rainbow bridge
do we still have sickness or pain
or does that go away like sunshine after the rain
who will greet us on the other side
is it our guardian angel and Jesus
alongside our family and friends
or will it be the devil
standing alongside our family and friends
we will all pass that is foretold in history
death is still a great big mystery
and pass we all will
but I’m not looking forward to that thrill
each and every day we get a little older
death stands patiently at the foot of our bed
to take us away the moment we’re dead
will I see you on the other side
my hope is Jesus greets me with love and open arms
Dennis Davis 77 years old this year
February 12, 2017
YOU, ME, THE SUN AND THE SEA
I can envision your smile when mine wasn’t evident
I can hear your laughter when mine isn’t prevalent
I can imagine your glowing eyes beam while mine were dim
And I hear your voice of encouragement when my life grew dim
I can be all alone in a forest of Pontiac Pine and Oakland Oak
Surrounded by mementos of momentous monuments sculpted by the moments we spent together
For instance the day we spent at the arcade on the boardwalk by the sea
You and me
By the sea
The ocean where I walked in the footsteps your petite feet left behind
Tiny traces of lightness dwarfed by mine
And you giggled when I picked you up so there would only be two footprints in the sand
Then I recall you lilted lightly through the tiny waves that lapped onto the shore while you wore blue jeans and a checkered shirt
The hems of your denim became wet so you rolled them up to your knees
As you whispered that I was as delightful as that late summer breeze
I remember that day
Your smile
Your laughter
Your entrancing golden and green eyes
While we watched the sea ebb and rise
We were together on days now long past
We shared shimmering summer eves and winter days overcast
Warm misty nights and days when the sun refused to shine
Silvery and sparkling days when you were still mine
© 2011.…..~free cee!~ Phreepoetree
Curtal Sonnet Sequence
A woman should be gentle, always kind
Yet he held her down to rape her again
Removing the smile that once seemed to glow
The joy of love had long since left behind
A fragile doll that knew only of pain
Who couldn’t see a way or place to go
At his hands her body crumbled to dust;
Inside her voice was calling, soft and low
It kept her mind from going past insane
And she knew she could and she knew she must
Say No!
They say the battle is won; we can rest
The girls of tomorrow have greater clout
They’ll live their lives in freedom’s liberty.
We can do no more, we have done our best
The flags of pride have been slowly rolled out
So they can love with true equality.
But while one woman remains hurt, abused
We must all remain strong not turnabout
No woman should be left to man’s slav’ry
We must not let her be tortured and used
Shout out!
Inside a woman beats a goddess heart
A hidden voice that often calls aloud
But we only hear her when we need her most
And she holds us when our lives fall apart
Or if we choose to walk against the crowd
The presence we feel when all else is lost.
And as we nurture our own children through
To fly as freely as a summer cloud
She nurtures us the same at greater cost
So in all we say and all things we do
Be proud!
Importance of Humility / Reward For Generosity
LK 14:7-14
He told a parable to those who had been invited, noticing how they were choosing the places of honor at the table.
"When you are invited by someone to a wedding banquet, do not recline at table in the place of honor.
A more distinguished guest than you may have been invited by him
The host who invited both of you may approach you and say, 'Give your place to this man,'
Then you would proceed with embarrassment to take the lowest place.
Rather, when you are invited, go and take the lowest place so that when the host comes to you he may say,
'My friend, move up to a higher position.'
Then you will enjoy the esteem of your companions at the table.
For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, But the one who humbles himself will be exalted.
" Then he said to the host who invited him
"When you hold a lunch or a dinner, do not invite your friends or your brothers or your relatives or your wealthy neighbors, in case they may invite you back and you have repayment.
Rather, when you hold a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind;
Blessed indeed will you be because of their inability to repay you.
For you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous."
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY OLD HERO---GABBY HAYES
IT MAKES ONE WONDER, IT MAKES ONE THINK
IT CAUSES ONE'S HEART TO SINK
IS HE, WILL HE, DOES HE HEAR,
DOES HE CONSIDER A CHILD'S FEAR?
I DON'T KNOW AND MAY NEVER WILL
IS HE SOMETHING OR IS HE NIL?
IS HE SOMEONE IN WHICH TO BELIEVE,
WHILST ANOTHER CHILD'S MOTHER IS MADE TO GRIEVE
I AM WEARY, I AM TIRED
WHILE IN THE MUCK OF A MYSTERY I AM MIRED
HEADLINES SCREAM BUT ARE SILENCED TOO SOON
AS I FEAR ANTHER MANIAC'S MIDNIGHT MOON
WHERE IS HE WHOM SO MANY KNOW,
WHILE MY FEAR AND QUERIES GROW
MY QUESTIONS MOUNT AKIN TO MOUNTAINS HIGH
IS HE A FAIRY TALE OR SIMPLY A LIE?
IT MAKES ONE WISH, IT MAKES ONE PRAY
WHERE IS THAT MISSING TODDLER TODAY?
NEWSPAPER CLIPPINGS GROW YELLOWED WITH AGE
AS I HIGHLIGHT THE WORDS INKED UPON AN AGED PAGE
IT MAKES ONE'S HOPE FADE JUST LIKE THAT INK
AS I CONTINUE TO PONDER AND THINK
HERE SIT I WITH A FEW OF THE PIOUS IN PEWS
AS I BEGIN TO BELIEVE HE MUST NOT BELIEVE THE NEWS
SOME ARE FOUND ALIVE AND SOME FOUND WELL
ALAS, TOO MANY ARE LOST IN A BORN-AGAIN HELL
TOO FEW OF THE DAMNED EVER HEAR A JAIL CELL SLAM
AND IF HE IS REAL I WONDER IF GOD REALLY GIVES A GOD-DAMN
(C) 2011.....Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
lovers of night
groove lovers
sing and to
the song
Lovers of night
Lovers of music
they really know whats
going on
Lovers of Night
Night players
reherst and play their songs
lovers of night
the singers
sing lyrics to the song
lovers of night
love music
fast, slow shorties
and long
lovers of night
love makers
need background noise
to get it on
lovers of night
get together
do their love one's
know what's going on
lovers of nnight
the nightstrummers
the string section
plays their song
lovers of night
woodwind music
theis band really
has it going on
lovers of night
click fingers
shake their heads
and bounce to the groove
lovers of night
picks the winner
with this sound
you can't lose
lovers of night
love woman
they dance to th sexy sound
lovers of night
let their men
gone do ya ' thang
cool man get on down
lovers of night
make plans for lovemaking
they stay to make some sounds
lovers of night
plan for breakfast
they know what's goin down
lovers of night
let do it
order the hall
plan for a crowd
lovers of night let the music
create the mood for the crowd