San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Great Author: W.B. YEATS
Categories:
wb, beautiful, happiness, husband, in
Form: Rhyme
‘Pon taxpayers a tad more trust,
On tax kitty a tad less lust,
Tax that dulls no young dream,
Gathers cream just from brim,
Tax too shy to assume,
Lets thousand flowers bloom,
A tax is no broom to clean dust.
_______________________
Happenings |04.05 2015, revised February 2025|
Not that the greed of the governments would let them heed to this unwanted advice. But this ditty is still hopeful, may in case….Wish, it reminds them of what WB Yeats once said: ‘Tread softly because you tread on my dreams'…. First written in 2015, ten years later the ditty is still hopeful.
Categories:
wb, dream, humor, trust,
Form: Limerick
*Image of Letter of Do's & Don'ts by WB.
Writing
"What is life but a succession of preludes to unwritten words . . . "
Quote by_Constance La France
Dear Joan Letter
You said I'm the one yet you're bad in math,
You with someone sent me on a warpath,
Physical brouhaha, caused a bloodbath,
Think twice is a plus in the aftermath,
Prior noted opinions, a steam bath,
Prompts I, some poetic sociopath.
2022 November 18
*3rd Place*
WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' Forms
~~Constance La France: 2022 November 23
PSGC & RZ & HMS.
Categories:
wb, angst, anxiety, betrayal, goodbye,
Form: Vaasokht
San Francisco Soulmates
You discovered the ever-seeking soul in me!
Looking for truth, for all of mankind to see!
Unaccepting of all common, unquestioned beliefs.
Ignorant, educated dullards brought to me,absolutely no relief.
Late, late into the foggy evening’s very last twinkling, summer star,
Plato and Aristotle, greedily we devoured, while riding on a cable car,
And, although you now are insensate and in an impenetrable grave,
See my soul, my sweet, for truth, it rants and in my poetry, madly raves.
Tribute to my Late Husband
With Deepest Gratitude
11/4/2022
Inspiration:” When You Are Old”
Author: W.B. YEATS
Categories:
wb, aubade, husband, memory, philosophy,
Form: Quatrain
" A broken hand is fixed wid bandages...
A broken heart is fixed wid someones love...
But what about a broken dream..
What can that be fixed with...
Can it be fixed wid money...
Or can it be fixed it a degree...
Or could education fix it...
The dreams in the eyes of the parents...
When sending us to school...
The hopes in their eyes...
When buying food for us...
The moments they slept hungry...
So that we can sleep full...
All of that so that we can be something...
A doctor..a pilot or an engineer...
Lucky those who have parents..
Wb the dreams of those in war countries...
Wb their dreams...
Instead of books their hold guns...
Instead of searching their parents...
Children search for revenge...
The day passes in wars...
The nights pass in shelters...
The foods are the waste and remains...
And the clothes are the remains of the bodies...
The dreams burned to ashes...
Ri8 by their own hands...
Is it too much to ask for a world...
Where there are dreams and thoughts...
Where schools and colleges...
Are not burned down...
Where parents dnt have to sleep hungry...
Can we have a world?....
Categories:
wb, community,
Form: Free verse
Olde English in the vernacular
to celebrate a dialect
Language really said by men
poetized with words
used there and then
Tribute To Williams Barnes see my blog today 4 Aug
Categories:
wb, language, poetry, spoken word,
Form: Ekphrasis
..dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, writing,
Form: Quatrain
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, inspirational,
Form: Quatrain
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Categories:
wb, dedication, writing,
Form: Verse
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Categories:
wb, fantasy,
Form: Verse
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
Of words bereft I floundered on,
inclined to hide myself away
and shun the light of each new day,
content that they be gone.
When I could not communicate
with my true love, or satisfy
the softest twinkle in her eye,
I would prevaricate.
Then to my joy my skill infused
the sweetest of all utterings,
replaced my pap, my sputterings,
no more was I confused.
If I cannot sustain my gift
for stately verse and subtle rhymes,
then I will suffer bitter times,
condemned to loll and drift.
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form: Quatrain
...dedicated to W.B. Yeats
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of sad disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who aggravates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all types of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form: Quatrain
...inspired by 'The New Faces' by W.B. Yeats
We dead shall walk the hallways unopposed,
and lend an air of mystery to paint
and plaster peeling, thus exposed
when daylight turns to dusk; for there's a faint
uneasiness as new ones gather, pested
to hear our ghostly whisperings and may
have second thoughts, their courage tested;
were we not bolder occupants than they?
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form: Verse
..dedicated to W.B. Yeats, in response
to his poem 'When You Are Old'
When you are young sweet innocence abounds,
your step is gentle, all your dreams are free
of grim disquietude, such joy you see
as gaily you discharge your daily rounds.
Your heart is light, bereft of grave concern
that troubles him whose purity is lost,
who argues and contends at any cost,
who complicates and twists at every turn.
Simplicity must be your cornerstone,
strengthen your heart against all sorts of strife
that undermine a childlike view of life,
strive and prevail, lest innocence be gone!
Categories:
wb, tribute, writing,
Form: Quatrain
His words calm me when I'm restless
bringing beauty to my world.
I get shivers, I must confess
when his passionate verse is unfurled.
I once threw a penny of brown
to see if love, I might find.
Like a princess with jewelled crown,
my dreams of starry nights shined.
Soft words of romance, he brings to life
with every stroke from his gifted pen.
Of sunlight, moon shadows, peace and strife,
I read his poems time and again.
His words bring smiles and move me to tears.
He inspires me to write of feelings, sincere.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 20, 2012
Tribute to WB Yeats
Categories:
wb, inspirational, on writing and
Form: Sonnet
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