Short Antony Poems
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A-llow
N-ewness
T-o
O-pen
N-icely
Y-our
T-hinking
H-ead
E-vading
O-bscure
D-ullness
O-nce
R-eason
E-merg es
Topic: Poet (Dr Antony Theodore)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
thoughts are deeds,
and words are spread,
do we complete the thought i said,
the poetic weave,
not me other sleeve,
dodge darkness go to bed....
johnson jabbers till he's fed:)
more on Antony Nutters "Darkness"
Don
Caesar preferred to be quietly interred
But to Antony his friend he deferred --
With Rome's citizenry Antony conferred
Spurred them on with the passion of his words
Masterfully, did he their emotions stir --
They'd hunt down and kill the conspirators, sure
Bad news
Infects the teller..
The teller
Conveys news which
Is believed to have
Arisen in a fictitious
Past time..news
In the telling
Colored with belief
Is what is happening
And not...
"The nature of bad news infects the teller." Antony & Cleopatra (Shakespeare)
‘Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears: I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.’
(Julius Caesar, Act 3, Scene 2)
Antony was happy to bury Julius~ Cleopatra was now his
All of those ears~ must have been a lot of odd looking Romans
My question is~ would Antony give them all back?
songs
sung
psalter read
poetry
said
aloud
sounds
together
recited
as one
applause
delighted
many
united
a
choir
of
one
single
voice
inspired by Antony
Gormley Field art concept
A rain that felled in a rhythmic beat
washed away our muddy feet
rain frogs croaking beside the pond
has drone
so as the violent rain has gone;
drenching each tiny leaves of oaks
reminding us of a wedding vows
the rain has gone,silence the night
has worn.
we are moving ahead to the port of call
holding hands with a shivery breathe
ahead and ahead
through the streets forlorn..
Written by,
Rekha Antony
suffering by the sentence made,
the pain wave breaks the surface,
the whips cut and the slicing blade,
the masters bloody purpose....
to be owned by the master,
and treated like a curse,
resentment burns hereafter,
karma is ten times worse,
time repays the master,
the next life reimbursed,
not blest with this life with laughter,
so miserable so cursed
"Indentured Servant" thanks Antony Nutter
great poetry mate.....Don Johnson
Feral.
He's a dirty little kid
small and wiry, hair
all matted and dull.
Covered in scabs,
no shoes on his feet.
Poor little chap.
Looks like he has just crawled from under a hedge.
Gone feral, that's what's happened to him.
Left to his own devices a scavenger he's become.
Feeding off other peoples rubbish.
His clothes are just rags, he needs a good bath,
and a hot meal.
He's a feral child, gone wild, untamed, no one to take care of him.
Antony Slausen.
07/08/2018.