Poem: A Sonnet on the Bard’s Day

(Happy Birthday William Shakespeare – 450 Years)

On this happy day when the Bard was born
shall I write for you a dulcet sonnet?
Pouring out words in this the Bard’s own form
rendered here ill composed yet passionate?

And in return would you bestow a kiss?
Soft sweetness from your luscious graceful lips
leaving behind traces of happiness
and stirring wanton thoughts in its eclipse.

But that is simply a dreamers fancy
that one such as you would be stirred to act
by mere poetry from someone like me
no matter how pretty the words are wrapped

Yet I think this is how fires start burning
by dropping a spark into the yearning.

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Poem: Longing

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #13)

it rises
like waves
bubbling up
from places

until I am
all want
all hope
all need
into the
that arrives
on cue

yet somehow
still I dare
to dream.

Days: April 23rd (International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day)

This is a post a day on the symbolism and celebration associated with each day of the year. A tiny vignette of each day, and a ramble of my thoughts.  Being from a western culture that will show my bias – please add your viewpoint in the comments!

April 23. Really what could make you want to celebrate more than a name like that? The day was created in response to a comment by  Howard V. Hendrix  about “the increasing presence in our organization the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America of webscabs, who post their creations on the net for free”.  Continue reading

Poet Appreciation #6: Eliza Lee Follen


A sprightly silly verse to make us all remember to smile

Originally posted on cricketmuse:

While it’s grand to dig away at meaning, symbolism, and theme, it can refreshing to simply enjoy a poem for its bouncy rhythm and rhyme and wit.  This is the case for Eliza Lee Follen’s “Lines on Nonsense.”

Edward Lear renders an appropriate complement for today’s poem.

Lines on Nonsense

Yes, nonsense is a treasure!
I love it from my heart;
The only earthly pleasure
That never will depart.

But, as for stupid reason,
That stalking, ten-foot rule,
She’s always out of season,
A tedious, testy fool.

She’s like a walking steeple,
With a clock for face and eyes,
Still bawling to all people,
Time bids us to be wise.

While nonsense on the spire
A weathercock you’ll find,
Than reason soaring higher,
And changing with the wind.

The clock too oft deceives,
Says what it cannot prove;
While every one believes
The vane that turns above.

Reason oft speaks…

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Poem: Scrapping Bottom

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #13)

I present unknown shoe bottom goo
mixed in with day-old brain residue
extruded and shaped
now newly twice baked
and proudly herein offered to you

I think this poem a day creative pain
is slowly and steadily starting to drain
my poetic ability
so I can no longer see
when the rhyme is stretched and strained

the framing of each and every verse
is really becoming quite perverse
so I do now think
that before I truly stink
I will now stop before it gets worse