Long Kwansaba Poems
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We danced all night on Maxwell street
singing the blues and eating chicago style
hotdogs driving by Halsted my hair blew in
the breeze as I winked at the Cermax river
flowing of winter green this year the infamous green
mile lounge can be seen in a distance glare after visiting
Logan square headed straight through the Dan Ryan
driving past Sam Giacana place I thought of sausage
and peppers grilling real slow in a cast iron skillet
as I noticed my heel had broken off back there somewhere
between Taylor street and Roosevelt rd. I notice
St. Ignatious steeple my blonde hair tossed around the
lights from the city seemed to glow streams of brilliance
dancing chatter awakening James Dean we dashed
through the sand dunes moving quickly down Lakeshore
drive the night was moving fast but there was more life
more laughs more love we didn't dare park over the crowded
evergreens not tonight instead we poured in the theater
seated in the fourth row my favorite seats matinee began
early with John Dillinger I began to smell stale popcorn
under my feet removing a chunky chocolate bar from my
purse a few hankies
embroidery prints of roses custom made by my Irish aunt
we dashed into Antonio's for a deep slice reading all the
license plates on the wall from years past why I envision
how our future would be why would it be fast never boring
or set to a charming suburban movie script filled with
Gaelic Celtic laud tainted lore why today was the
beginning of our lives tomorrow was yet to be the future
was ours to see and so on and so on certainly a
St Patrick's day to remember here now where's
the powder room dear
"What's your story?"
she questions,
"you seem interesting."
wildflower eyes
~SIDE-NOTE:
I reply, "NOW." (Kwan$aba! Ha! Really,
often people become confused
by such a unique response
not this one...
she's a beauty
shiny minded stone
lives warm under veins
lacks definition of alone
tho solo she stands
tallest green blade
unscathed
each time the oily blade passes above
erect
she stays the same
tingling pulses exhale her pores
she'd rather sink
than have to think the way of worldly whores
still...
malice skips her
no ripples in the lake
dripping from her face
sunshine slips across tangerine cheeks
gold flows throughout waves
streaming locks
sky clear eyes surprise those
choosing to be consumed
by her entice
hands free of envy
no webs to spin
hips unmolested
thighs slick
turpentine
be warned
she will divide you
no voodoo
or silly twisted games
though safe may escape you
blemish-less
untangled...
the girl
she
Goddess
baby of zero maybes
KNOWS....
how?
she knows
as clarity lent us its giant umbrella
her lipstick smacked my tongue
from there
we never looked back
~JSLaM
ABC of Poetry
A is for Abcedarian which is what is this poem’s aim
B is for Blank Verse which is metered rhyme with scheme
C is for Chant Royal with six stanzas, same refrain
D is for Doidotsu a funny folk song from Japan
E is for Ekphrasis concerning Objects 'D Art
F is for Free Verse, flowing directly from the heart
G is for Ghazal. telling of love’s beauty, despite pain
H is for Heroic Couplets, tales imparted by rhymes and iambs
I is for Idyll, depicting a peaceful scene
J is for Just a blank page, this form is not yet seen
K is for Kwansaba. adhering strictly to number seven
L is for Lyric, to express our thoughts and feelings
M is for Monorhyme, a story with just one rhyme
N is for Narrative, when a story takes a long time
O is for Ode, a poeme, serious and meditative
P is for Personification, when inanimate things show feeling
Q is for Questionku that of course ends with a question
R is for Romanticism where love is very personal
S is for Sapphic Stanzas where syllables ebb and flow
T is for a Tanka, a rather elongated Haiku
U is for Undulating, words to rhyme and then to verse
V is for Villanelle, that repeats a refrain for emphasis
W is for Writers Affirmation when our Muse has disappeared
X is for the X rated not a form, and not found here
Y is for Yodel...... that's a form that is usually sung
Z is for ZaniLa Rhyme flowing smoothly on the tongue.
So many things to remember to create our poems and rhymes
We celebrate our muses over centuries of time.
A is for Acrostic, where the first letter of each line spells a word
B is for Burlesque, a poetic type bordering on absurd
C is for Clerihew, a short and humorous verse
D is for Didactic, meant to improve morals at first
E is for Epithalamium, written for a groom and his bride
F is for Free Verse, where the rules go and hide
G is for Ghazal, with a shared rhyme and refrain
H is for Haiku, getting it just right is a pain
I is for Iambic Pentameter, which is the poetic beat
J is for Jargon, where real and fake words do meet
K is for Kwansaba, another non-rhyming form
L is for Limerick, where many a giggle has been born
M is for Monorhyme, the same rhyme on each line
N is for Narrative, which tells a story every time
O is for Ode, a lengthy, lyrical poem
P is for Pastoral, describing the rural life I call home
Q is for Quatrain, rhyming verses with lines that count four
R is for Romanticism, think of the Romeo and Juliet score
S is for Sonnet, fourteen lines with a conventional scheme
T is for Tanka, first appearing on the Japanese scene
U is for Unique, which every written poem wants to be
V is for Villanelle, repeating lines one and three
W is for Worthwhile, which I think most poems are
X is for X-cellent, those poems written by stars
Y is for Youngsters, who should start writing their own
Z is for Zebra, my own black and white poem
So pick up your pen and try your hand at these styles
Included in poems makes the written word smile
The poems I never wrote are
all here on my page on this site
I mean it
I plagiarised every one of them
from some wannabe poet
that got expelled back in pre school
I’ve an excellent memory
and am a recalcitrant liar
But now I’m coming clean
No time for homework
I just wanted to play
Teacher beat me badly
for wasting my life away
I enjoyed my childhood
those were the days
Still to win this contest
a backhander I will pay
Poem below is my own
so now I’ll have my say
Ba Ba black sheep
have hue - buckled my shoe
Three four -the cow jumped-
everywhere a moo moo!
The end
The Poems I Never Wrote Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
Hue gave this an N/A
I gather up all of my courage
My gaze drifts to the evening sky
All that space there between
Alien visitation must be a lie
The sun and moon still shine for us
Eventually they burn out and die
Everywhere a sea of murkiness
With little spots of distant light
No comfort in their glowing beacons
They lack warmth beyond their sight
All the wisdom in every book
Can’t make sense out of a starry night
We may someday sprint off this rock
Conquer every planet to the last
Our population my even explode
An empire that will be unsurpassed
The only thing worse than a prison too small
Is a prison that is too vast
Dedicated to the Messiah.....He knows why
From both sides of the world we poets hail
Japanese Chokra and Russian Chatushka
Italian sonnet and African Kwansaba
Keenly delighting each other without fail
Within ballad a most interesting tale
Carpe Diem makes me sigh with a serious Ahh.
Here comes an acrostic – the best I ever saw.
Abcedarian swoops in on a gale.
Cinquains and poetic diminished Hexaverse
Your challenge accepted, the cards are clearly cut.
Get out your pocketbook, believe I can do worse.
The Internet has made writing legitimate.
From both sides of the world we poets hail.
Keenly delighting each other without fail.
Hey little black girl keep your head up and walk proud the ghetto cant break you
and the hood cant make you who you are stay storng little black girl keep faith walk
the walk of proud sisters talk the talk of black queens a man cant define you and a
man cant break you hey little black girl only the strong survive like the color of your
skin that runs like the blood in your body deep like the waves in your hair look up
little black girl you only have to be you not them they or he can change that no
tears little black girl your beautiful you'll see love yourself first and others will follow