Cumulus clouds
clouds you learned to draw
the symbol of all clouds
like the snowflake symbolizes winter.
rounded, puffy, and a brilliant white bottoms are flat and dark.
develop on clear, sunny days
nickname
"fair weather" clouds.
appear in the late morning,
grow,
disappear toward evening.
Everyone wants a piece of me…
that’s what a large part of life
is. Wife, children, friends and
neighbors – little love bites for
attention~ the cats. And what
matters most, at the end of a
day, a life? – instead of left whole
I would rather have been fondly
portioned out, a good taste left on the sampling
palates of acquaintances. Relationships are
more triangles than circles...a
few pointed edges, pricked as
we go round one another. In mine
at the centers real hearts....
Squares not pointed enough,
and circles rather boring.
Pieces are portions and portions
once an entire pie. Apples,
cinnamon and lots of brown sugar --
what the heck! Sweats are great
preservatives…. Maybe in charge
of bakeries my destiny if flavorful
decadence occasionally allowed in
the Here-after? I mean, if castles
and pavement of gold, why not pastries?
Do dentists ever make it to heaven?
CHRISTINA R
Christina Rossetti
come by
come buy
eagerly lap
so exotic
this
drizzling
juice
crushed
fruit
sweet to the tongue
sound to he eye
come by
come buy
superbundant
innocence
in
abundance
aplenty
come by
come buy
jouissance
succulent
fruit
crushed
pulpy
to whet
your appetite
let
your
imagination
run
wild
effusive
prelapsarian
with
delicious desire
come by
come buy
take it
as
it
comes
The low lands call
I ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ answer
They are ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ difficult path
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ up the slippery bend
I cannot choose both
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a choice to make
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
This will determine my fate
I ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ choose the mountain
With ¦¦¦ its stress and strain
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ by climbing
¦¦¦ I rise above the plain
I choose the mountain
¦¦¦ I will never stop climbing
I choose the mountain
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ forever ¦¦¦ ascending
I choose the mountain
(Blackout of "I Choose the Mountain" by Howard Simon
A PRAYER TO NOWHERE
The horizon
Pulled forward and above me
Like a morgue's white sheet
Rain began to fall
Someone, somewhere
Opened a window in the clouds
And began to call
My will, take me there
Before time grows tired of my presence
Rain struck my window
Blurring the outside world
Colored shapes moved about
I pressed my face against the cold glass
Not wanting to return
Ahead was nothing more than a cell
A dead man walking
Unchaperoned
A final mile
An abbreviated world
The half-life of man
The monitor came to life
Just another window
To another nothing world
Words, numbers, pictures
And that thin line between truth and lies
Rain replaced by the tapping of keys
Concern measured in a sentence
Apathy in words
Recorded for eternity
A Prayer to nowhere
I searched for a rainstorm
What was promised to women was a lie
That men had already been fooled by
I pressed my face against the warm glass
And found truth in deception
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ in life:
Something ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ drew me down,
My ¦¦¦ strength ¦¦¦¦¦ failed me.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ suddenly needed help
And ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I ended up
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ in Spoon River.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ they hauled me up ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ unhooked the rope ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ flung my ¦¦¦¦¦ arms
Over the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ top of the tower --
¦¦¦ they slipped ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ down, I plunged
Through ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ darkness!
(Blackout of Mickey MGrew by Edgar Lee Masters)
give me peace, from matters.
I always answer: better than A wind from the pine-trees
And bright with the mountain moon.
ask about good and evil
Hark, there's a fisherman singing!
(Blackout of Answering Vice-Prefect Zhang by Wang Wei)
Thomas Aquinas ,a 13th century Italian friar
first recorded use of the anapestic meter
in the AABBA form with prayers in Latin until
Edward Lear used theform for humourous verse
.The title Limerick is more uncertain but might have
aconnection
to the Irish town of that name
There once lived a friar,Thomas of Aquino
in latin,did his poetry flow
In a prayer anapestic
this form was to stick
until Lear gave AABBA ,a go
Artist&limerickteer
LEAR Mostly wrote nonsense verse
to keep the pennies dropimg into his purse
Known best as the limerick king
but art really made him sing
From Friar Thomas Aquino
AABBA cinquins did flow
With rhyme anapestic
the form did the trick
inspiring Lear et al to have a go
They inspired Edward to invent the limerick
which still makes online poetry sites tick
Spirits meandering, whispering entreats
Energies orbiting, pendulums swinging in beats
Vibrations of the unseen, spinning and fidgeting on doors and dingy walls
Captions, inscriptions scraped by knives and rolling golf balls
Picturesque emanating from a primordial scene
Grotesque apparitions of many lost jinn
Floating bug-a-boo of the unknown
Bloating in stomach and nerves, eyes of the blown...
I will ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ go to ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ a small cabin ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ of clay ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ glade.
¦¦¦ I shall have some peace ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ dropping slow,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from the veils of ¦¦¦ morning ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ the cricket sings;
¦¦¦¦¦ midnight's all a glimmer, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a purple glow,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
I will arise and go ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
I hear lake ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ with low sounds by the shore;
¦¦¦¦¦ I stand on the roadway, or on ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ gray,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the deep heart's core.
(Blackout of The Lake Isle of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats)
Inner Paths
To take an inner journey, to learn to understand oneself,
To weigh the pros and cons to find momentum again.
To fall silent, and in the calm, let the heart reflect,
To shape one’s thoughts so they can begin to open.
The mind detaches and settles so it will not suffer,
Searching deep within silence to erase certain memories.
To reflect on our desires, to want to act, to act well,
To write so we may hold on to what we wish to know how to offer.
To build a future where something might change,
To imagine a gentler world, simpler to travel through.
To think of that elsewhere that would offer a clear escape,
To welcome those moments, traces that return again.
To lose oneself in thought to recover a little of who we are,
To meditate in silence when words become too heavy.
To keep watch at night, when shadows awaken memories,
To think of what hurts in order to learn to heal one’s wounds.
Joël Charvillat
William Butler Yeats in doubled stanzard quatrain 'The Cloths Of Heaven ' (with similar end lines recurrently appearing)writes with delightful lyrics a very personal plea
William Butler Yeats
respected as one of the greats
Awarded a Nobel prize
being tone deaf is a surprise
Song of the Broad-Axe 'A twelve stanza poem atypical of this most famous of US poets in both form & topic. Walt Whitman raised by Quakers in Brooklyn with typographical poetics devoted to the US commonwealth whose best poetry is in 'Leaves of Grass&Song of Myself'.
Walt Whitman junior,so sensual with poems&essays so influential (in the US at least)as a transcendental writer&realist.
herbaceous perennials
annual
biennial
low subshrubs
basal stems.
opposite, simple, mostly linear
strongly glaucous grey green
blue green.
five petals,
frilled or pinked
all pale to dark pink.
T S ELIOT wasteland
Eliot's
waste
land
so
empty
now of
flowers
to
while
away
the
hours
Missouri's Thomas Sterns Eliot
loved the English life quite a lot*
His style remained American
as a very poetical craftsman
a poet time has not forgot
Concepts in his 'Four Quartets'
in stone his reputation did set
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