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Wallace Stevens 1879-1955
with imagist-poetics once did strive
Enigma in his 'Valley Candle'
helped his poetybegin to sell
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Wallace Stevens so enigmatic
whimsical fanciful& symbolic
His Valley Candle*blew&blew
the interpretation is up to you
Wallace Stevens 1879-1955
with imagist-poetics once did strive
Enigma in his 'Valley Candle'
helped his poetry to sell well
William Ross Wallace'LIBERTY BELL'
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Businessman poet Wallace Stevens
very creative with a poetic pen
A contemporary metaphysical wit
as 'Valley Candle' enigmatically does sit
North West England gripped
Wallace, Gromit full of quips
on everyone's lips
Netflix chiefs ask Who's Nora...
why was this poor woman flipped?
For five years the illustrious and regal
Charles Darwin, sailed on the Beagle.
A surveying ship,
Notebooks all a’rip,
Soon in battle with Wallace, so legal.
Wallace Stevens ' EMPEROR OF ICE CREAM'
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W-riter
A-uthors
L-iterary
L-ine
A-s
C-omposer
E-mploys
S-plendid
T-heme's
E-xcellent
V-erse
E-xpressing
N-atal
S-peech
Topic: Birthday of poet Wallace Stevens (October 02)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I know what a poem
looks like.
I know how to make
my prose look like verse.
A little tuck here,
an indent there,
et voila! It’s verse!
or worse ...
a pale imitation of seem.
(can I have some ice cream?)
Abraham Lincoln: “With malice toward none, with charity for all.”
George Wallace: “Callous toward all, with charity to none.”
Alexandra Cortez: “Braless toward all, nothing for no one.”
~ NASCAR's Lowered the Confederate Flag ~
Until Ahmaud Arbery and George Floyd's tragic deaths
Bubba Wallace was just a black NASCAR race-car driver
But watching their gruesome videos ignited a spark in him
~ Now Bubba's the driver of NASCAR's race change car
Rolling, heavy, grey-green clouds,
Overhead, in a circular motion
Tornado, forming upwards; fear
Your last thoughts, must have been terror
Your last emotion, uncontrolled fear
Train roaring in the sky
Wind, loudly blowing, pushing against life
I cover my ears and weep
C+ literacy
a name we can't say
she remains
too much to handle
MagiCicada13
*Inspired by 100 Natural Laws
By Sophia Wallace
Once there were two writer friends Wallace and Cooper.
Into novelization of the original King Kong film, no souper.
“Edgar Wallace didn't write any of Kong, not one bloody word...
I'd promised him credit and so I gave it to him” Cooper’s word
Bloody, informal discussions do worth acknowledgement Cooper!
This poem has been removed for publishing on Amazon in WW II in Poetry: Veterans Stories in Poetry, including my late father's who was a Spitfire pilot in the Nigeria Squadron. As it says at the end, "For free speech".
https://smile.amazon.co.uk/WW-II-Poetry-Veterans-Stories-ebook/dp/B07DGLF33G/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1528537495&sr=8-1&keywords=Rhoda+Monihan
I compose my poems like Wallace Stevens
by walking the streets of my town.
But unlike the esteemed Wallace Stevens,
I don't have to memorize or write my poems down.
I just turn on my cellphone's recorder,
then slowly whisper my word into it.
But instead of composing gems, like Wallace Stevens,
I tend to produce just a drivel of shhhhh~it.
That
is not known
cannot be known
but pigeons may
appear and may seem
in the evening
as dancing and
not separate from that
which is not known~
And, in the isolation of the sky,
At evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink,
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
~Wallace Stevens, Sunday Morning
Wallace Stevens was the greatest
man I never knew.
Juggled both Hunting Tigers
and hanging nouns.
Wonder about his demeanor
walking about the courtroom
with even heeled shoes,
focusing on the even keeled beat.
A dozen orbits and
twice that in satellites
quivering to witness twisted truths,
be they that or not.
Phrased.
Articulated.
Blatently controlling the room,
his stage.
(In Memory Of the late Christopher Wallace aka Biggie Smalls)
About My leaving here, it was all a
dream
A living nightmare, or, so it would
seem
With Me coming to falter on the
balancing beam
After coaxing on Stardom, gently
down the stream
Just cause Somebody felt a need to
blow off steamd
But, like I said, it was just All a dream
That is, until I heard My dear Mother
scream
(RIP Biggie Smalls)
Wallace Stevens said:
"Poetry is not personal."
He tried never to divulge
anything about himself
in his poems.
So he said.
But the work is
self-revelatory: veiled confessions,
repeated choices -- water, sea motion,
weather, the sky -- introspective isolation --
those silences and descriptive phrases
that communicate and characterize.
Human, no one --
especially not poets --
can really hide.
A water colour cloud of blue obscures the scene below,
where pastel bodies testify to a subtle change of hue.
Through gun smoke mist the flags display no different colour shade,
as all across the battlefield the trumpets blue notes fade.
The cerulean sky attires herself with cloak of slate blue tone,
and azure tears of helplessness fall on true blue bleaching bones.
The colours have It Competition
David Wallace
Bowls 'n' bags 'n'
branches 'n' trees
Orchards 'n' lives 'n'
meanings and needs
Taste the sweet meat of
Prunus avium - Bing,
Sweetheart, Rainier, Tulare
the tart, the sweet
the redness - a treat
A bowl, a bag,
by hand-to-mouth
to suck - to chew
to rave - to espouse
© Goode Guy 2013-11-18
ekphrastic for 2013-11-24 at
the Charles Taylor Art Museum of
watercolor "A Bag Full" by Gemma B. Wallace
Here I lay my soul to rest
in life I fought to pass the test
In the end I failed you not
but your love was for another and cheaply bought
so many wrongs i righted with my sword
its edge dulled upon your word
my shield broke when you tore my heart
but i stayed and played my part
no armor or buckler made so strong
could ever right your unfaithful wrong
of that i lay here as proof
a fallen fool under love's deceiving hoof
Wallace “Wally” Cleaver
handsome, well-liked high achiever,
befriended Eddie, so unlike him.
Golly!* Wally wasn’t given to whim!
Eddie Haskell
was a neat, slick, conniving rascal.
With his flattery and pseudo-smiles,
he spiced up the show with his wiles.
Leave It to Beaver
*Wally and other characters use expressions like “Gee whiz,” “Gosh,” and “Golly.”
September 29, 2021
entered in the Clerihew 2 Contest Placed 1st
Sponsor: Joseph May