That’s how some poets roll the the dice here, don’t you see?
I think it makes sense, if your life is all about me, me, me!
Old poetry friendships ………like garbage, tossed dowm
a mildewed, stenchy, drain.
As some “must “ be read or you are tossed out like a cat in
the cold, pelting, raim!
They forgot those old days, when they wrote little and had
Very few readers.
But now, you are useless friend, and tossed into the trash,
like a broken, comfy, living room seater?
So, don’t feel bad, if this happens to you, they forgot you,
so move on.
For you have a poetic gift, with fun, beauty and inspiration
to pass on.L
And yes, you can read any other poets who do not
read you.
Poetry badminton, is a sad game, I most
heartily eschew!
Life throws curveballs our way, but it’s not great
to live as though comments were our all.
Spouses, childhood friends, church,pets, life
celebrations ..demand our all.
We are duped into thinking that keystrrokes
mean friends.
I used to think so, too but learned that’s where
the story sadly ends.
~Poem 2~
3/9/2024
Categories:
stenchy, friendship, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Frustration, in Poetry comes in many forms.
Sometimes as a looming, dark cloud,
When it seems, I cannot pen anymore.
Sometimes a poem you might think is your best,
Is ignored like stenchy road kill?
But your pen moves on, regardless, that's the test.
Other times you send friends the exact link.
You wonder if they died?
Or do the words from your poem, in truth,stink?
It's a wonder why I even continue...
My eyes are burning and my scribblings avoided.
I don't know how to pleae you.
Aye, there's the rub exactly for me!
Either write because I actually like it...
Or stop doing poetry!
10-23 2020
Poem 5
Categories:
stenchy, angst, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
Chicago.Long,long ago.a tribute..
Perfectly sweet, State Street.
The Chicago Theater, beautiful to a fault.
Going to Woolworth's for a twenty-cent chocolate malt.
No maniacs to fear.
No people walking about with stenchy
beer,
Their gigantic boom boxes attacking
my ears.
Mothers wore dresses, their lovely
Daughters, too.
Daddy wore a suit, his sons
Very proudly, too.
Marshall Fields stood, strong, silent and regal.
Beautiful and strong like our glorious
American Eagle!
Streetcars clanged their charming bells,
A time of innocence and elegance"
That unfortunately..fell!
Panagiota Romios 2/11/2019
Categories:
stenchy, america, change, chicago, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Shatters of our loins;
Trepidating high on the mountain sigh
Caliphates on the shoulders of power
The Jungle; a psyche for warriors
I fear not; for its aim are-
Alas, a country jabbed!
The reeling ridge; bridges to leech-
On the stenchy throne; matyrs made,
On the stenchy throne; history made.
A plunging ocean!
The reeling ridge.
The reeling ridge! Tempo high;
Nigh, the reeling road!
A stain; the road to victory,
The reeling ridge.
Categories:
stenchy, satire
Form: ABC
Creation
Between life and death
What is our destination
Leaves it to imagination
Stories unravel
Buried me in the gravel
Hoovering above my corpse
Felt immensely uneasy
Yet not queasy
From this rotting, stenchy site
Thoughts darting,
Darting through me
Wasn’t my time…
Wasn’t my time…
So much left unsettled
Unsettled…
Something never done…
But what?
Oh my God!?!
What’s happening?!?
Murmurs, murmurs
Faces flashing
Before my eyes
Panic, Panic
Doctors sweating
Woman flushed red & wheezing!
Screaming
One last agonizing shriek!
Out I popped
7 lb 2 oz
Maybe I’ll get it right this time
Categories:
stenchy, life,
Form: I do not know?