Short Sagas Poems
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rotor radar rotator
madam sagas tenet
draw Ogopogo eye deified
Hannah's murdrum tenet
Madam Eve tenets
The
Impersonal
Is a character
Appearing in the
Sagas of life...
The impersonal
Appears as personal..
Nothing personal...
Form:
Her hands are gifted, blessed, pure
Even though years ago, they cleaned
Aged-Seniors in the nonprofit that hired her
Loving Jesus spawn sagas of love. As I drink ....
Shadows dance, moons embrace.
Soughed sounds of human wishes in the wind alight,
dreams enlace.
Truths with tales,
sagas fall from firmament night,
time scales.
Mind fun,
echoed insight,
spun.
Shadows dance, moons embrace.
Sagas fall from firmament night,
spun.
I'm a feathered ocean,
stained with inspiring hearts of lost souls, weaving light,
life's potion
A wisdom's pray,
let rivulets sing in mauve might,
arced sway
And stars,
carve sagas, bright,
scars
I'm a feathered ocean,
let rivulets sing in mauve might,
scars.
A joyful grandfather I have
he tells tales, sagas, epics
sings song of youth and dances
in joyful rhythm he wriggles
he wishes to rewind backward
the traditional clock
but it is mission impossible
days kiss him bye and bye
every day every moment
is a bye gone matter
unrecoverable
My ancient spirit walks with me through time
Past our old hometown into barbed city existence --
And though sagas of ventures test every flight
This mystic lore from elders to conquer darkness
Stirs a live potion flowing within my bloodline.
Jan 4, 2017: Rooting For 8 To 5
Contest by nette onclaud
A Poem by Any Other Name…Should Smell Like a Poem
I ran out of time
to post my lines.
So, as I compose
I hold my nose.
Acrid alliteratives,
malodorous odes,
musty metaphors,
putrid pantoums,
reeking rhymes,
stinky stanzas,
smelly sagas,
obfuscate our olfactory organs.
So, as you read this poem
pour a stiff bourbon
and do your postmortem!
Repaper the walls of the loo
Bob got messy, covered in glue
Such sagas to be had
So Bob rang up his dad
But Dad’s busy lambing a ewe
His dad said, “I’ll visit you later”
As Madam ewe, I must sedate her
In my racecar I’ll call
Help repaper your wall
By noon the ewe will be a mater
Dad writes articles chock-full of stats.
Just refer to his latest on rats!
Both my brothers, my sis,
Mom, and I all say this:
We'd prefer sagas starring cute cats.
Name now one man but Dad who would say,
"Evil rats on no star live" today.
Next, I'll make you say 'WOW!'
with my ana* on cows,
Then my top spot award, I'll display.”
*a collection of noteworthy information
Hand-me-down myths,
like ancient monoliths,
clan's fondest memories
by nostalgia embellished;
larger-than-life sagas,
truer-than-truth legends,
hyperbolic narrations
of happy exaggerations;
that's ancestral history,
coloring one's genealogy,
seeping, coursing down
bloodlines, tribal milestones,
its gravitational whirl stirs
generations' imagination,
east, west, north, south
through word of mouth!
Auburn locks drape shoulder haphazardly
Spread upon your sack
An unobtrusive vantage
You bear no covering and are at ease
Linens scattered all about you
Neither rhyme nor reason and amidst no burden
How it baffles me
How you perform on the inner
Yet it’s your shell which vexes most unexpectedly
Your skin adorned with ink
Ink I wield to tell a tale
We, one and the other, reveal our sagas employing ink
My branded Princess
© 2011 Kevin Stock
The glossy acrylic smell of new editions
is cordite to my nose,
an explosive mixture of - need to know.
I finger trawl over dust covers
mindreading unread masterpieces.
Movies ransacked many of these novels,
hearsay and word of mouth
account for aisles
of open secrets and
commonly revealed revelations.
I should obtain a dozen or so acclaimed sagas,
display them on a prominent shelf –
because, well, one really ought to,
or maybe just read last chapters,
if not too long.