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CLERIHEW XLVIII ecphrasis waterhouse

John William Waterhouse
His Ophelia* not his spouse
but was Esther an artist in her day
exhibiting also at the R&A

Categories: xlviii, art,
Form: Ekphrasis

Xlviii

Today, I start my long travel at dawn,
the sun shines, the birds sing, the morning chills,
it is time, right now, to show my great skills
while the delicate mist covers the lawn.

I have learnt the past is a mirror fume,
in this cruel life, there is no time to mourn,
the language of love and faith must be

Categories: xlviii, emotions, gothic, i love
Form: Rhyme

Reserata Carcerem Xlviii

*Reserata Carcerem XLVIII*

Sate jolting jungle 'n enclosed pen;
nosy nature's yawn gulped 'n' reeled rents,
bruised business time leases sucked spells -
apt alakazam writ ñ lone's breast.

Yore, Poseidon 'ter t' Ithaca,
skipped ñ Leviathan t' Rome's border
'n' anon t' th' jolting jungle fastened.
Ho! Rusty retina was moistened;

a haggard nymph ñ feeble fig sate -
sumptuous swell 'f breast, foiled

Categories: xlviii, anger,
Form: Sonnet

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Love Letter From the Soul Xlviii

P,


A little wine and a curious mind 
go a long long way
the words can take you only so far
dig deep, deep, deep, deep

into the wishing wells
and the reflections in the bathroom mirrors
in the kindling next to a bottle 
you said
"the bush fires are a little more intense"

retreating to the den
our iniquity revealed
and f'd over
again and

Categories: xlviii, love,
Form: Romanticism

Love Letter From the Soul Xlviii

You,

Veiled in the mysteries of light
black cutting off the white
unmasked in the cotillion 

of life

no debutanted call
you said left, I was right
patience holding close
an eerie songless night

but the melody played for hours
in the breeze, the gentle tease
and the tide
washing upon the night
in wrinkled sheets
you the nun, I the knight
if only for tonight

I will be with

Categories: xlviii, love,
Form: Romanticism

Unquotable Quotes: Xlviii - Tongue Teasers

UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: XLVIII - Tongue Teasers

If the « Yellow Race » could have invented the alphabet, they wouldn’t still be seeing « Images » when they close their eyes. Picasso, Dadaism, Surrealist and Abstract painting (including Borroughs and Gysin's cut-up and fold-in techniques) is the art of representing Chinese characters upside down, backwards and upwards

Categories: xlviii, humor, imagery, irony, satire,
Form: Epigram

If Ever I Had a Country : Xlviii and Xlix

IF ever I had a country : XLVIII - XLIX

			XLVIII

If ever I had even on a rocky wayward moon of a gaseous planet a country
And if ever through successive assassinations of previous party cronies I were the Minister of Labour
I'd instantly expose those in government who fiddle employment statistics in their favour
Such as fictive employments

Categories: xlviii, allegory, caregiving, child abuse,
Form: Dramatic Monologue

Xlviii

I wish I knew the reason why
An X, L, V and I, I, I
Is how one can identify
Which Super Bowl this is.

Though Roman numerals I hate,
Without them, one could not equate
Those letters with game 48 - 
It’s almost like a quiz.

I wonder who decided that
The Roman way is where it’s at;
It had to be a

Categories: xlviii, football,
Form: Rhyme