To Elizbeth Barrett Browning
invalidity from riding did bring
Putting aside this tragic hurt
she elope to marry her Robert
Her Petrachan sonnet we see
an abba abba then cdecde
A sestet follows the octave
a love poesy we all crave
twin souls was her song
heart to heart,all the day long
O, dear poetry, how old are you?
give me a glimpse, The Story of Sinuhe
the art just might predate literacy,
before the birth of the written word, BCE
Tale of the Shipwrecked Sailor the eldest fictious
the Epic of Gilgamesh on papyrus
the world’s oldest love poems, verselets
Homer’s ancient epics
Compositions made for spoken word
I finally found out from all I’ve heard
what my dear poetry means to me
the love of artistic lyrical spontaneity
learning of words using them expressively
or impressively, excessively, whatever it takes
with poetic license, there are no mistakes
Works that lead to electric elucidation
with rhythmic flow, meter and alliteration
my primo priority is; my poem pieces make sense,
with rhyme and my love for classic cadence
having the quality of amatory ambiguity,
steered adrift with ominous obscurity
strapping images of suggestive metaphors
I’ll write to inspire as do the troubadours…..
I stand where the earth is green and wide,
Under a clouded, dreaming sky.
The paddy whispers, row by row,
Of days that pass, and rivers that flow.
No buildings touch this quiet land,
Only wind and rain by nature's hand.
And in this green, so calm, so deep,
I sow the dreams I want to keep.
Days will pass, pages will fill,
Ten, twelve books, by sheer will.
If after all this suffering, I never gave up,
Why will you?
If I can, you can too.
Crapsey Morley Moore & Levertov
each a Inventive female 'poetic toff'
American cinquain,syllabic&open organic
so let's honour with their portraits pic
1/
Two lives. Safe from scandal.
Oddly what does appal
Those nosiest of fiction writers
The false biographers.
2/
Shunning fame. Shy of face.
All such empty boastings
Quashed there yond, behind a door.
Yonder, in private moor.
Each mind as elusive
As the other to track.
Indoor or outdoor, wild, free
Whose dazzling ran thought-spree.
* bronte, dickinson
They tried to break me,
But who can break a diamond,
That comes from the rough.
Your razor blade words,
Have slit the vein of our love,
An eternal wound.
The pain in your eyes,
Are the shadows of your past,
Like storm clouds passing.
In the dark shadows,
Lies the beast of obsession,
Famished for your love.
She who perceived what dusky tones to lyric
visions and visitations drifting sea beats
her obsidian deep in bowels of rock
mermen watching neat
River spirit maidens ask freedom's turquoise
within midnight's black grimace God gleams white light
against rainfall sky her fair deploy was
Love's only employ
Sappho's obsidian dust incubating
on Earth ~ Aphrodite's coal its sound inert
no beetles can roam its aura's fast converts
implacable hurts —
Muse awaited no crown pharoah’s lips fleshy
in cosmic time concept will bell excell
grecian pudding spiced hot on cypress table
obsidian spell
Soft dew drops upon unbound black hair curling
sprinkling coloured leaves of body's flesh tree
jet night pale blossoms wrapping barefeet pitch
woman cracked stone itch …
Amidst obsidian leaking indigo
Sappho's loamy dream creating blackout moon
sleepy swoons across mossy floor encircle
legs entwine quirkle —
Hierophants composed illusion stories
she did not believe, dark related truth’s scout
as sure as fire heats every sunset closing
Sappho’s stone reigns clout ~
Prolific poet Emily D
no titles for her poems had she
Posterity allotted to identify
Making it easier for you& I
we glare, we groan, we get along!
a duo doomed by destiny,
bonded by drafts,
betrayed by buffering,
yet somehow still showing up
for the next wild idea.
“A hug from me, now..close your eyes.
Tomorrow is both a gift and a surprise!”
Panagiota Romios
Pangie was a sweet yet spicy soul
Amazing poetess with words of gold
Navy blue tears roll down my face
Angel’s never fear in heaven’s place
God bless you sweet and so kind
Indigo truths written speaking mind
Onyx nights looking up at the sky
Tangerine sun set bequests July
Amazing rainbows as you fly high
Roses are red in remembrance tribute
Olive in the drinks we toast to you
Miss your words and unique attitude
I hope like birds you fly away from blues
Onyx times here despite heaven’s gain
Still missing you is a poetic purple pain
Caring woman, poetess, author, friend;
Always there with kindness until the end.
Resident first-rate of the Sunshine State
Ocean knowledge and love – part of your fate.
Lovely poems, contests brightened our days;
Your novel also enlightened our ways.
Now your legacy has captured our gaze.
Deep water boating and fishing your realm,
Each passenger safe with you at the helm.
Visions of Devonshire - poems galore,
On friends, nature, animals, war, and more!
Not one to shrink from helping those in need;
Saw contests on ‘Soup’ as a way to lead.
Heavy at times were the burdens you faced;
Inspiring poets with pieces you graced.
Rare, loving person whose years were too few;
Each day, dear sweet Carolyn – we miss you!
Zipper on my lips
A contagion in my veins
paralyzed spirit
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Definition | What is Poetess in Poetry?
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