All Activity - Poetry Magnum Opus

Time 2020-12-30 02:03:48

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Boozers suffer without their daily dose! Court has allowed the sale of drinks online Boozers happy, no need to stand online! An antidote to the festive cheer, I have one appearing here: https://dmdujour.wordpress.com/2020/12/29/phil-wood-the-rambler/ all the best Barry, Merry Christmas! I’m a bit quiet at the moment, but I’ll be around, soon enough, to reply to this fine poem. I hope you’re well. Yes, JJ a finely futile poem, one of frustration and its free-flying associations;-) Enjoyed! An interesting approach Joel, though does it shift the communication to the reader? The poem's meaning becomes a writing execise, plaything, for the reader? Though, I guess the readers in workshops are writers anyway! What an amazing exercise creating small gems in variable meter. I love the unique imagery. "dizzy ants" dangling earthworms Very cool. ~~Tink The shadow of a finger moves through a dream that passes through angels with black wings assembled like numbers on a clock, their eyes are opened by slumbering echoes of chains and locks. The legacy of Frederick Douglass remains, fists must rise with the ghost of George Floyd to interrupt the finger that will rewind the clock of racial consciousness. Frederick Douglases words breathe through pages of books. Atlanta graves of murdered children, Ku Klux clan chandeliers. Winds return like books to streets, crevices, forests collapsing mountains grieve. Between launch and impact angels ree The gentle breeze, it makes the ants dizzy My dad is on his phone, he's always busy! The drizzle stopped, the sky is back in flame The rainbow fades as quickly as it came! What do I know, except to sit and watch the telly? What do I know, except to cook and fill your belly? What do I know, except to sweep and wash and clean? What do I know, but mind, once you called me your queen! What do I know, except my books, to read and write? What do I know, except to sit and brood, be quiet! What do I know, except the fact I'm never done! What do we know, behold and hush, here comes our son! Hi Tony, I emulated Williams poetry in this one with the wheelbarrow short poem. Thanks for noticing its short one sentence. That means somehow I successfully emulated him. Be home, be safe and be with your family! They need you, you need them, now all at home, Covid taught us all a useful homily! I like the message. And as for that bell, ultimately, all institutions will be cast down. gurunAthan, Been there, done that. I'd be all set with that "relationship." I wouldn't let on that I know -- I'd play along for a bit -- and it would be, "Adios!" before she knew what hit her. Best of luck to her! The Alexandrine line is beyond my poetic comprehension and sensibilities. I can only tell you what this poem makes me feel: (Oh, and I'd also burn down the rainforests and send that lofty mountain chief back to his reservation.) Important Information By using this site, you agree to our Guidelines.

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