Short Farthing Poems
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Nouning with morning, farthing and shilling
Fling thing with sling string, monosyllabing
Entry for the "Rhymers delight - internal monorhyme" contest
Written 5th January 2017
Take the helm, it's yours,
Lead to some galaxy afar,
Ride the crest, you are blessed
To name your very own star.
Sail high a heavenly chord,
Or a sonnet, a poet's rhyme,
Whisper it or shout it loud,
If you wish, in three quarter time.
I would render you a farthing
To embark of your poetic cloud,
But, any amount is not enough,
To honor a star that shines aloud.
Form:
Santa's coming, Santa's coming,
I can hear his sleigh,
Santa's coming, Santa's coming,
He is on his way.
Go to sleep my little darling,
I’ll bet you a penny farthing,
Your dreams will come true,
And all because it's you.
Know you'll like your Christmas goodies,
And have baked some yummy cookies,
Christmas Day is such a joy,,
For each and every girl and boy.
Surreal hallucinations wafted dense,
metaphysical quantities swirled fast,
normal vision opaqued beyond farthing,
neurons rallied electrically in maze,
storey up the ground was holy,
brain had distanced from the body,
dismembered body parts were as yet members,
to keep me whole,
brain still had the control,
mental activity sometimes catpulted in hyper,
body felt left behind,
but the whole felt super.
I am
a windmill, dilapidated but still rotating, creaking,
Lake Windermere off season, quiet and autumnal,
a tooth ache throbbing, an irritation, black decay inside.
I am
a foot stool unvarnished, one leg uneven, rarely used,
a penny farthing holding up traffic, out of time and season,
a pop song, mimed.
I am
an apple, red amongst a bowl of green.
I am one line short of a verse.
I am a letter unopened and unread,
returned to s-
His painting labelled to make us sing
Making nemies bcame his thing-
Legal costs were his ruin;
Said to have 'flung paint in the public's face
Fled to Venice ,farthing-less & in disgrace
Wish I could paint like this one of James and cause such a reaction
James McNeil Whistler 1834-1803 American born,London resident
'Nocturne in Black & White
http://jssgallery.org/other_artists/Whistler/Nocturne_in_Black_and_Gold_The_Falling_Rocket.h
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