Lines are short, abrupt, and broken up staccato like
Poet Gertrude Stein
had a staccato style quite fine
She also became a Cubist
& with prose poetry for a while did persist
FLORA THOMPSON Garden Fires an evocative 18 partial rhymed verse in two stanzas
Flora Thompson nee Timms
a novelist/poet for her sins
To up a pen to record Lark Rise
with observations fact..no lies
So
beloved-
by people
she would never
see
Flora found fame with a simple tale
Of rural poor,in town & vale;
Recording family life,page by page
Whilst a clerk for Royal mail-
Now modern classics of their age
Tribute to Flora Thompson 1876-1946 English author of Lark Rise to Candleford,
Still glides the Stream and Heatherley
GEORGE ELIOT
An an epigram form of George Eliot the English novelist/poet, as exampled in Chap 8 of her book Daniel Deronda.Here is her epigram style
What name doth Joy most borrow
when life is fair ?
Tomorrow !
What name does best fit sorrow
In young despair?
Tomorrow !
A talent
that outlived
passing fame-
hidden beneath
her lover's name.
Modigliani by Martin Gray
A biopic poem of an unconventional artist ,that fulfils Modigliani's motto 'know you are living' .with iambic Trimeter, a line of three beats ..Iambic trimeter is a line of poetry made up of three iambic feet, creating a rhythm of six syllables that alternate between unstressed and stressed beats. [1], impromptu phrasing of a conversational style ,..devoid of figurative texture and symbolism
Gray' s purpose is to leave all interpretation to
the poetry prose style is Gray's USP
(unique selling point) in this bio poem ,divided
into 152 stanzas ,(albeit without the usual notes
and references ),all help to make this an easy
poetic bio read.
A worthy endeavour in Gray's typical usp approach
Walt Whitman raised by Quakers in Brooklyn
with typographical poetics did begin
'Leaves of Grass&Song of Myself'
devoted to the US commonwealth
Walt Whitman junior,so sensual
with poems&essays so influential
Transcendental writer&realist
with verse libre did insist
a cummings apt free verse personification presented LOWER CASE style as two quatrains... atypical short&to the point
Edward Estlin Cummings so inventive
penned poetry so sensitive
He loved to write in lower case style
interspersed by CAPITALS once in a while
initialled as Edward Eselm
originality known throughout the poetic realm
In the vertical not horizontal
whose lower case was so unusual
e e cummings a poet, i be
this is how i found my u s p
in verse to be so 'original'
lower case & in the vertical
The summer we always shared,
Those nights—just memories we had
Everything vanished in one go—
The ache remains? I don’t think so.
It’s just that I’m guilty of letting you go.
I didn’t try harder—that frustrates me, though I never let it show.
If I had spoken,
Things would’ve been different.
But the promises made on your mum’s deathbed aren’t meant to be broken,
Even if they shut the door of happiness you always left open.
This will be my last presence, before I shift abroad,
And my eyes must be paid back by dear Lord—
To bear and endure the most excruciating scene,
One which’ll be witnessed by every part of me.
It’s not unavoidable, though my brother wants me to see,
How you two confess your “love” for each other to the world,
And you’ll soon be a couple —while I clap with a smile,
Pretending I’ve heard the most wonderful news in a while.
A final caution—don’t look at me while walking down the aisle,
’Cause then I won’t be able to look back into your eyes.
I can’t let my feelings out on the best day of your life,
I gotta accept the fate,
That it’s just you and Jere and 10/10 I rate.
single
mingle
(Cinq-à-sept is a popular term of french origin referring to a social mingling for networking or meeting other singles.)
AP: 2nd place 2026
autumn stage set
leaves falling colors steal show
naked trees embarrassed
what is u...b...what u r
stans sand
There…and Here, 9/11
Never. In all
my days.
(I was at work,
as a nursery
manager, watching
over a dozen tots.)
On my TV, the
meteorologist
was exalting the Most
Absolute beauty
Of the day there
in Manhattan.
Just as it was here
In Kentucky.
A truly clear, bright,
Sunny blue,
Unforgettable day,
Just as you always
Dream of, wish for.
God’s created
Perfection.
But, then, there,
Human-made terror:
Two planes
Striking into
Our tallest, proud
Towers…moving
Us to screams of fear
And pervasive grief.
And anger…
The worst day of
Our lives
From there to here.
For all the ages.
For all ages,
It so suddenly
Did not matter
If the sun was shining.
—————————————————
(c) sally young Eslinger
(c) 9/10/202
Thanks be to God
A
mental
disorder
when one believes
oneself to
be a
beast.
~X~X~X~
My devotional today Sept 30, 2019.
Ephesians 1:3-12
He chose us in him predestined by his sons and (daudhters) by Jesus Christ to himself.
My family is lost from me it brings me so much pain I can't talk to them. Except my brother and sister.
I may be alone
( poem by Heather Brearley)
I may be alone lord but you have not left me. You are my constant guide. I want to walk by you Lord. Throughout a life i made wrong choices but I have no regrets.
They made me strong.
Guide my steps Lord let me searve you.
Use my pain to show others how you never give up on us. Use my testimony to do your work.
Mold me shape me as a peace of clay with your hands.
Lay out a path that I may serve you.
I can no longer hide from you Lord.
I see so much pain and suffering Lord let my own suffering help me relate to those in pain.
I want to serve you anyway I can. Give me strength through trials of suffering.
You gave me big dimples Lord. Let me use them to shine your light and love in the world.
If its your will let me searve you as a missionary.
Disfirgured flesh burns blood covered corpses black.
Undisguised enemy penetrates a mass killing attack.
Terrorized millinum pushing forth the diverted Holy War.
Hatred consumes all peace, opening up hell's locked door.
Creating choas, violent anarchy throughout the lands of earth.
Devoured harbors run rampant, with war at hands birth.
Nation of devastation, Invasion on annihilation.
Incarnation of abomination,
Incineration of creation.
Nowhere to hide, not even an escape into the mind.
Overwhelming pain force, unending death we find.
Extinction of humans, self indulging in ways of murder.
Intented destruction delivered, as we take mother nature and invert her.
Cities collasped, buring humanity forever down below.
Counntry fields raging fire, flames eridicate and grow.
Apocalytic doom, mass structures fall to dust.
Blood stained concrete, mountains full of rust.
Grey skies raining on, as they paint piles of ruin red.
Almost a complete massarce, billions are now dead.
Dedicated to kill each other, until no here remains.
Will goodness rule, or once again have evil in it's veins.
The river was wide
Which varied with the tide
Hopefully the crocodile’s would be asleep
Cause I will be treading with my feet
The thought of being eaten alive
Is enough to make me strive
To stay alive a few more days
Let’s cross my fingers and pray
I bought a sowing machine yesterday
It’s an antique but will still work all-day
What my wife exactly wants it for
Still baffles me to the core
If only there was a bridge
To cross this dangerous ridge
The sowing machine is on my shoulder
It feels like I’m carrying a bolder
There must be a mystic bridge somewhere
To help me out of this nightmare
I’m up to my neck now in the water
It’s lucky I’m not any shorter
I’m half way across the river and all good so far
If I survive this crossing I may write a memoir
Then a splash of water spray into my face
Helps me realise that the river is not my favourite place..
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