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KOMOREBI
The Land Where Poems Are Made
Chorus chords of
Sounds mutter, iambically
Especially forming tongues throughout the ages
To give birth to rhyme in metered rages
Ancient rants, bellow from the depths
Of hollowed souls, needing to be refueled
As a lamp that all too quickly burned its wick.
So, yes, I toss and turn with loads, puns unsought
And words, dance wildly in my sleepless mind.
Yet, drifting bass-backwards through the woods,
and weeds of thought.
Ah yes, I am chasing dreams and nightmares too.
Hoping doors will open in the whimsical worlds in time.
That I may be the wise woman that writes the poem;
Whose poetic flute plays the tunes that pied the poets’ minds
Mimes leading them to that open space-
Where the light shines through the cove of trees;
Where ditties and missives, are the leaves that glisten.
Where rhymes, and poems nod and dance in the breeze,
And hang like wisdom’s fruit off grand poetic trees.
We pluck, we eat, we deliver that which we seek to write.
Remembering KOMOREBI
… We then finally, peacefully, now spirit-filled, we sleep.!
Some feathered friends chirp tunes that are rather melodious,
While others belt out refrains that are downright odious!
For instance, did you ever hear such an atrocious raucous,
As when a murder of crows gather for a caucus?
Chickadees trill ditties most pleasing to the ear,
And parakeets chitter mellifluous melodies of cheer.
But the screeches of grumpy blue jays embroiled in disputes,
Is akin to a beginner's band tooting their discordant flutes!
Canaries sing their little hearts out with a dulcet tweet,
And robins chirp with their cheery repertoire replete.
Parrots utter rasping squawks and are most unruly birds,
And on occasion are known to spout some very dirty words!
There's nothing as soothing as a mourning dove's coo,
Or the lovely melody of a yellow finch serenading you.
Alas, there is the less than mellow warble of the grackle;
Some folks consider it to be an ornithological debacle!
Consider that mimic, the satirical and talented mockingbird,
Spoofing its plumaged pals note for note and word for word.
It apes a chirp, screech or hoot at the slightest whim.
His friends cry "fowl" but he doesn't let that bother him!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The naked hills are clad in snow
Blurring the houses that line up in a row
The wind that blows is icy chill
Freezing cold is the water of the rill
Trees stand stripped and bare
But so much gaiety is in the air
Lightings from all houses shine
Sending out a radiance divine
Christmas trees stand finely decorated
Cribs are colorfully illuminated
The day has come when Christ was born
In our midst as the greatest boon
He came not in glory arrayed
But in a poor man’s rags clad
Took birth not in a palace of gold
But in a deserted manger of old
Poor shepherds were the sole witness
They beheld his radiant face in stillness
Whole world is under his magic sway
As love for all is his wondrous way
Jesus came down from Heaven to Earth
To offer the world its true mirth
To dole out the priceless treasure of peace
To see all bitterness and enmity cease.
Merry ditties echo from every street
Children sing Christmas carols sweet
From angelic band, rises the lovely refrain-
“Peace on Earth and goodwill to men"
Behold his radiant face in the stillness of night
Of a babe born to illumine the world in light
Nov.20. 2022
The Ravens call to each other’s brotherhood,
while lofty redwoods reach upward.
Their branches stir and squeak
blowing and flowing with benign breezes.
Under their dusky shade, weary deer find their occasional peace
resting upon the vintage needles to sleep.
Landing in the lower Bay tree’s limbs,
rustling Wrens clacker their chorus
of ditties and riffs carried by ocean sent breezes
reminding the sparky squirrels to store their gathering stash soon.
Monarch butterflies flutter by still churning the fading fall flowers
finding sparse samples of sweetness
as the sun-striped honeybees slickened tongues suck their last nectar.
Other creatures - the tireless tree rats, dusty molting bunnies, dirty nosed moles, light-footed foxes, and mama mountain lion with cubs
express their mortal duties for the coming cold.
As I wander through this pantascopic menagerie
encompassed in its completeness, each path I take deepens to its source.
For I journey with my true self, inspired and consummated
in this imperfect perfection, bringing me home once again.
Darling, will you love me still if I weren't a poet?
Will you hold my hand if I hypothetically happened
to pause my pen from poesy?
If I didn't use alluring alliterations to express my emotions?
If my soul stayed silent with no more stimulating similes?
Will you respect me if I refrain from rhyming ruminations?
Will you really care for me if I didn't use
imaginary imagism in our intimate interactions?
Will you share my worries if I were to withhold myself from writing?
Will you miss me manufacturing meticulous metaphors?
Will you caress and comfort me
if I cease to construct colourful canticles?
My handsome hero, will you accept me if I were a normal girl,
And not your special sweetheart with spectacular songs?
Will you tolerate my tantrums if my tongue terminated those tugging tunes?
Will you hold and hug me if I were to halt my hand
from creating clever, catchy compositions?
Will you value me verily if my verses vanish and vaporise?
If my muse turned morose and mum, will you still stay by my side?
If my moods metamorphosed into melancholic mysteries,
will you be mad at me or motivate me?
Will you still find me mesmerizing if making melodies escape my memory?
If I discontinued my ditties, will you discard me or defend me?
Will you be fond of me if I freeze my fingers from fashioning your fanciful fantasies?
Dearly beloved, will you still lavish me with love forever
if I were not a person to present my poetic preparations?
If I were to discontinue my direct declarations, will you still delight in me?
Oh! Will you appreciate me anyway if I abandoned my artistic abilities?
Tell me, my dear and I will stop my stuttering soul and muttering mind...
Will you prohibit my passion for poems...
or accept me as I am?
Last night I couldn’t fall asleep
Despite my kind of counting sheep,
Reciting ditties in my head
While toss and turning in my bed.
One tune goes through the alphabet.
If you’re from Brooklyn, I would bet
You know it too – you might recall
You’d chant it to a bouncing ball.
It starts off “A, my name is blank”
And in that space your mind would crank
A female name that starts with A
And in the next line, you would say:
“And my husband’s name is Al”
(Or Andrew, Austin or his pal).
“We come from Alabama” or
Another A place – there are more.
The final line is what we sell
Like “apples” – does this ring a bell?
Then you repeat with B and C
And all the letters up to Z.
I wish this worked, but it did not.
I gave it everything I’ve got
But knowing all that was at stake,
I finished, but was still awake!
Lyric sing it you’re so beautiful yet, beautiful you are you’re air, so fair;
Singing I am singing song I sing…
With words, you’re heard lyric you are my music and I am quick, to deduce this…
Singing I am singing song I sing…
And just what is your purpose strain you’re the reason that we sing ditties, melody, tune you’re my summertime, my June intone chant I croonSinging I am singing song I sing…
Lyric you’re so beautiful yet, beautiful you are you’re air, so fair
Singing I am singing song I sing…a short poem set of words you’re set to music so meant to be sung Lyric I am singing vocal music. a musical composition suggestive of a song my darling, Lyric which are beautiful words set to music that I sing.
12/27/19
For Sing It Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nina Parmenter |
Z apping a Beautiful Countess Doesn’t Ever Get Her
I n Juicy Kiss Lip Mode, No, Or Picking Que’s Roses. She Takes Useless Vows With X,Y,Z.
G ee, He In Jest Kids Lady May! Not Owning Prince Q’s Randy Stanchion ;) Tactfull..
U nderlings Vacillate Wildly! X, Y, Z…..
R un! Showing Tail Untoward. Vowing Woefully X Y Z…
A dd Buxom Countess’s Ditties Each *** Grins. Harry Is Just Keen Liking Majesty’s
N ew Outdoor Palace Quarters Randomly Searching...
T ents Under Vassals Winking Xamination Yet Zapping.
E fforts Fail Gratifying HRS, Instead Just King Leo Mounts New Obstacles. Protesting…
Queenie Risks Suffering To Untie Vicious Wack-jobs, X Y Z.
*My seven letter word is ZIGURATE..THE FORM IS A COMBINATION OF
ACCROSTIC & ABC
Sigh no more- by William Shakespeare
Original one ...
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never,
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be your blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe,
Into hey nonny, nonny
Sigh no more ditties, sigh no mo
Of dumps so dull and heavy
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leavy,
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be your blith and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe,
Into hey nonny, nonny
Kimo form - 10/7/6 written by me , inspired by , poem 'Sigh no more' by William Shakespeare
Men known for inevitable beguile,
Why lament for betrayal ?
Don't ever lose your sheen !
O girl set your emotions to repress,
Let go of him rather grieve,
Retain alluring been !
Inconstant affections keep them going,
Why take delude to your heart,
Girl ! it's in their nature !
Written on 2/7/14
Contest- Prose vs poetry and classics
Sponsor- Jerry T Curtis
Awarded 3rd place
(I am with my published four books of poems.)
I breathe poetry wielding a tool, mighty,
mightier than either the sword or rod.
I reign as an Empress in Fancy's domain,
sketching life in ornate motifs and mode.
I paint with dull colors of pain and strife
also with brighter shades of gaiety and grace,
in finer yarn than the gossamer thread
on the fabric of fancy in befitting verse.
At times stealing away from the noisy crowd,
into the stillness of the cloistered cell,
I dwell with Fancy's mystic charms,
and weave downy dreams at will.
Babbling with the brook rushing swift,
racing with the deer loping past,
sometimes I wander into mysterious woods
where flowers, their richest fragrance cast.
My ears are intent on the songs of birds
which come floating from the far off groves
and the whirr of cicadas on the bark of trees,
breaking the calm of twilight eves.
I love to saunter along stretching strands,
watching virulent breakers in fury heave.
My heart dances with every tide
and swings with the rhythm of rising wave.
I feast on the gleam of the auburn sun
and the speckled blue of the infinite sky,
watching the day dying in flame
and the night in a diadem of stars vie.
I hearken to the moans of lovelorn souls
and sing of love’s beauty in ditties fine
triggering sparks into flames grow
in umpteen hearts that pine and whine
All that's lovely meets my eyes
and communes to me in profuse delight,
which when turned into rhyme and rhythm,
I post it for others to devour and digest
Wish from my harp, flow symphonies sweet
songs of longing, love and lust
of idyllic happiness, peace and bliss,
to fuel hearts with vigorous zest.
What I strive is to be a poet out and out.
Some may brand me as an aberrant and a fool.
But beneath the facade of my wayward thoughts,
lie heaps of wisdom for the discerning soul.