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National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!
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4/1
Father and Me
We crossed the river
on a suspension bridge
A trawler steamed beneath us
in late October water
by George
Father and Me
We crossed the river
on a suspension bridge
A trawler steamed beneath us
in late October water
by George
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Too many good poems to single out. Great start and some familiar faces back again (Sharon) so good to see
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ROUNDING BOARDS
In this yard, a garden spinner
wicks away rain.
Magnolia leaves -
their pin-wheels set to dry by a weak
tea of sun - homage a toy cart.
A concrete donkey keeps pulling.
Breezes crank turn stiles admitting
song birds like ticket-holders to a boardwalk.
Everyone scatters, everyone
heads to a ride where organ
music vibrates mirrors.
Sky as seen in puddles.
Cloud as oyster shell.
In this yard, a garden spinner
wicks away rain.
Magnolia leaves -
their pin-wheels set to dry by a weak
tea of sun - homage a toy cart.
A concrete donkey keeps pulling.
Breezes crank turn stiles admitting
song birds like ticket-holders to a boardwalk.
Everyone scatters, everyone
heads to a ride where organ
music vibrates mirrors.
Sky as seen in puddles.
Cloud as oyster shell.
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Dave - your poem is awesome, touching, intimate in a universal way. It takes my breath away. Looking forward to more.
Re: National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!
At Tracy's suggestion I will post the April poems here.
#1
And Thus It Begins
April.
Poetry month.
And thus it begins
On this the first day
Traditionally ceded to fools.
Hence the lettermen sharpen their tools
Lead and ink away
Weave words in a spin.
The poets plunge.
April.
#1
And Thus It Begins
April.
Poetry month.
And thus it begins
On this the first day
Traditionally ceded to fools.
Hence the lettermen sharpen their tools
Lead and ink away
Weave words in a spin.
The poets plunge.
April.
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#2
Smugly
Ah, the gull
floating on waves of air,
much maligned scavenger
dismissed, reviled, disdained.
Yet he escapes
gravity's constraints
while I,
smugly superior,
remain strapped
hopelessly surface bound.
Smugly
Ah, the gull
floating on waves of air,
much maligned scavenger
dismissed, reviled, disdained.
Yet he escapes
gravity's constraints
while I,
smugly superior,
remain strapped
hopelessly surface bound.
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NAPO 2 - 2019
Should I have kept quiet? (A mother's dilemma.)
I only did as I was told, but...
Would he have been happier working with his hands?
He was a true craftsman, no doubt about that.
His mortise and tenon joints were rock solid,
like his trust in his mother's words.
Should I have grounded him
after that fuss with the moneylenders?
Whipping your elders gets you a bad rep,
plus an unruly fan club to urge you on.
He had clever fingers though,
reawakening atrophied muscles
and allowing the lame to walk again,
then mend themselves with exercise.
He had a way with words, calm and reassuring,
piercing the fogged minds of the insane,
giving them the strength to find themselves
and become whole again.
But that fuss in the temple never went away.
The ruling classes don't like rebels.
They'll always get you in the end
and they don't care how they do it.
That group he hung out with, fishermen and the like,
seemed a decent enough bunch of men,
but a lot of them came to a bad end later.
Maybe there was something in the water at Galilee?
But I guess I'll always wonder.
Should I have kept quiet about his Father?
Gyppo
Should I have kept quiet? (A mother's dilemma.)
I only did as I was told, but...
Would he have been happier working with his hands?
He was a true craftsman, no doubt about that.
His mortise and tenon joints were rock solid,
like his trust in his mother's words.
Should I have grounded him
after that fuss with the moneylenders?
Whipping your elders gets you a bad rep,
plus an unruly fan club to urge you on.
He had clever fingers though,
reawakening atrophied muscles
and allowing the lame to walk again,
then mend themselves with exercise.
He had a way with words, calm and reassuring,
piercing the fogged minds of the insane,
giving them the strength to find themselves
and become whole again.
But that fuss in the temple never went away.
The ruling classes don't like rebels.
They'll always get you in the end
and they don't care how they do it.
That group he hung out with, fishermen and the like,
seemed a decent enough bunch of men,
but a lot of them came to a bad end later.
Maybe there was something in the water at Galilee?
But I guess I'll always wonder.
Should I have kept quiet about his Father?
Gyppo
I've been writing ever since I realised I could. Storytelling since I started talking. Poetry however comes and goes
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That's wonderful, Gyppo - a meditation as a narrative...........