James Montrose 'METRICAL PRAYER'
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Violet Jacob of Montrose
in Scots venacular she chosd
Writing much poetry
in rhyme so lively
Flying wedge-like
as wool feathers the wind,
the geese are leaving the basin.
Where do they go?
How long till they arrive?
Will the plump make stops on the way?
At first a few
will arise together.
Later thousands flock to the sky.
Who leads the skein
and rides the windy tides
to the land of their winter dreams?
If I could fly,
wings soaring up with them,
I’d write poems with my pink feet.
And send all my pals a post card: “Wish you were here!”
For me,
one time is not enough
Canyons widen
neath mountain bluffs
For me,
each time lay unforeseen
Magic transient
—a richer dream
(Montrose Colorado: September, 2021)
The bridge to belief
spans a river of doubt
Whose rapids are raging,
whose questions cry out
Each step that I’ve taken,
each tread that I cross
Brings me much closer
—to what I once lost
(Montrose: November, 2020)
E.E.CUMMINGS AND I
I remember a beautiful, Spring
day in Chicago.
Sitting on my lover's lap.
His eyes as lovely as the spring-
green trees tapping gently on my
living room windows.
His lips velvety as the roses on
Montrose Avenue, that day in May
And, I, reading him, E.E. Cummings
poem, "Since Feeling is First."
That one single poem my life did
change me, forevermore!
"He who worries about the syntax
of things, will never truly kiss you."
Ah~ how right E.E.Cummings was.
I was and I still am ecstatic with:
"Wholly to be a fool in the world,
my blood approves."
"And kisses are a better fate than
wisdom, lady, I swear by all the
flowers."
How very true we were that day
to E.E, Cummings line:
"Then laugh, leaning back in my
my arms"
God Bless you, EE!
"For life in not a paragraph, and
death is no parenthesis."
My life jettisoned after that day.
Forever, am I lost in a love capsule.
And hoped a poet, I would one day be.
Panagiota Romios
11/7/2019
Went shopping today
In Montrose, PA
Saw lots of folks
I must say
Knew most of them
I met along the way
I must once again say
That I like it that way
Five thousand people is
The total population
Many seen might
Just be relation
Familiar faces met
Flash smiles as we meet
Hearty hellos how are ya's
As each other we greet
People from my past
People of my today
Small little town
I like it that way
Walk the streets, Passed the subway trains
Echos of piss and debris, Filled streets
Rushed paces, Sky scrapers withhold glory
Look onto and pass, The city that never sleeps
An overwhelming sight of rodents, Amongst the people
Much like scattered roaches, They raid on Broadway
Faces fade into the dark, Looking straight ahead overlooking the light
Scaffolds supporting a frame, Old buildings becoming a hip name
Into the train I go, Onto the L from Time Square
Into Brooklyn underground, Almost there
Before Me Grand street, Next stop Montrose Ave
Up the stairs and into the light, Different from what I remember in these flights
To take flight and see all my childhood memories
Home always feels the same, When your heart stands frozen from a teen age
Montrose and Graham, The Ave of Puerto Rico to be exact
My pride still lives loud, That's a fact!
Live Art on an open scene, untamed by four walls for all to see
Refreshing scent of pollutants from Mobile Steam
There's no place like home, Who needs the country
People bored in Manhattan, Vacation else where please.....I Do!
12/25/2015
There once was a man from Montrose,
Who always was blowing his nose.
There was soon an issue,
When he missed his tissue
And blew it all over his toes.
The eight merry maids of Montrose
Quite vexed that they can't touch their toes
began a regime
they worked as a team
but by Fall could just touch their nose
Discouraged they wept and just sat
Why couldn't they trim all that fat?
the plan was supreme
they all had a dream
Their plan was to eat cake and chat !
Uncle Jack
Was in the army
We have the photographs
To prove it
Although the S badge
Attached to the band
Around his peaked hat
Suggests blood and fire
Rather than guns and ammo
I should have realised
Unlike our common forebear
Scottish Montrose
None of my recent lineage
Would be brave enough
To kill
Uncle Jack
Did have two brothers
That he lost
In the great war
Careless
Senseless
Hopeless
Brotherless
So he
Joined the army
Grew flowers
And collected
Willow
Pattern
China
Am I moving
We're approaching some place
Montrose I think
I can barely read it
My eyes are on the blink
I see no proof that the tube is moving
There is an engine,
At the front I think
But the blackness is hiding
Behind the invisible barrier
Lights-are-a-comin
Bing-bing “we are now…
Who cares lets go to hawai”
My eyes open,
Pure lovely-ness waving me goodbye
The orchestra in my mind
Plays “sunshine”
Irony floods through my veins,
And into my organs,
Cancer! But the song goes
“im calm, a little more confident.”
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