Proko-poetitudes Redux

[larryrap]

Hi Geoff,

Juliet Slips - not fair! She's too stunning to resist.

This is funny and close to home:

Synonyms
shot across the room
Like pellets from a broken shotgun shell;

Good to read your lively observations.

[prokopton]

Thx for commenting Larry.
WE are just beginning the frivolity,
let us wax on, wax off.

cheers,
Geoff

[prokopton]

Inferno

It’s a long dark journey from the sixth circle
Reserved for philanderers, sodomists and wannabee poets
who pander doggerel, random abstractions and forced rhymes
hoping for a place among the gods, Keats, Byron, Dickinson et al.

I like long dark journeys as a rule, but this one was mind-numbing,
back-breaking work labouring among the tomes absorbing reams
of the master works, de-coding the sublime, sweating over iambs
with the faint hope of enlightenment, of acquiring insight, of seeing
with the eyes closed. It ain’t no tea party.. until

after passing the circle of psychopaths, wading through a river of boiling blood
closing my ears and mind to the screams of the eternally damned:
the usurers, the pederasts and OJ’s lawyers,
I found Beaudelaire. He was labouring with Sisyphus, but bent
on his own odious task: finding a rhyme for orange. I asked him,

“Master, why are you here?” Before he turned to answer,
With a mighty blow he split an infinitive, wiped his brow
And said, “I need the inspiration. You don’t just sit around the tea-rooms
With the bluestockings and write Les Fleurs du Mal!“
He showed me his hands. He unbound them, peeling off blood-soaked
layers to reveal burst blisters oozing lymph, cracked callouses and broken nails.
It looked like he had been scrabbling in gravel for something.


“But, why here?” I asked gesturing at the surroundings, as flame flickered up
through the rubble of the slope on which we stood.
“Why put yourself through this? Why take all the abuse?”
He pointed downslope; through the miasma of airborne cinders and choking fumes
a man laboured towards us pushing a huge round boulder.

“Have you ever written a hundred drafts for a single poem? Have you lost sleep
trying to think of the perfect word, or to solve a metrical problem?" I nodded.
“Then if still you do not know, here he comes, ask my muse.”

[prokopton]

Easter in Taiwan


Culture is a funny thing, funny peculiar,
not the other one. In a land where firecrackers
are part of the sacred rites, I gave a very amusing,
and quite layered account of Christianity.

Its Triune Majesty seemed to captivate
or perhaps puzzle them. Forgiveness
they thought was cool, but Original Sin
was baffling. Obedience, loyalty, was understood
and honoring father and mother was a given.

I taught the lesson about the significance of Easter
to the children in my Taiwanese high school.
I am still unsure what they thought of the Resurrection,
but they loved the egg hunt.

[PClem]

Easter in Taiwan is very on point. La Tour had me rolling. Love Literal Entropy. Inferno - the third strophe is stellar.

[prooftheory]

I'm glad you made it back from your trip in "Inferno". Maybe you are working at it too hard. "Easter in Taiwan" made a very nice point about culture and I enjoyed it.

[cookala]

heya Geoff! back for more or your yummly.
Literal Entropy - I enjoyed the visuals in this - clever and fun!
Juliet Slips - pretty girl. model-esque. nice descriptive of the cover, but what's inside? I think that warrants attention if you're to do this character study proper justice!
Inferno - indeed. writing is tough stuff! even harder than going thru chemo! I like the nod to Baudelaire, and the wit in this. strophes 3&4 are awesome sauce!
Easter in Taiwan - this was fun. an interesting take and look at another cultures take on christianity

[romac1]

Geoff, you are doing this again! I'm amazed to see who just keeps coming back for more and more. Juliet is sensational and needs poems in her honour. And that ring of the Inferno is a warning to us all. Not sure what happened to Easter in Taiwan. It seems to have disappeared. Good to read you again!

[prokopton]

Geoff, you are doing this again! I'm amazed to see who just keeps coming back for more and more. Juliet is sensational and needs poems in her honour. And that ring of the Inferno is a warning to us all. Not sure what happened to Easter in Taiwan. It seems to have disappeared. Good to read you again!

Disappeared? How do you mean? I see it now, others have commented. What is needed for you to "see" it?
Unless you are being ironical?
However that may be, Rob, thank you for reading and commenting. I enjoyed reading your thoughts.
all the best,
Geoff

[prokopton]

Thanks cookie, nice of you to stop by and comment. I am happy that you liked the latest offerings.
cheers,
Geoff

[prokopton]

I'm glad you made it back from your trip in "Inferno". Maybe you are working at it too hard. "Easter in Taiwan" made a very nice point about culture and I enjoyed it.

Hey, hey, Proof,
thanks for commenting.
I am glad you liked something of mine.

best of luck,
Geoff

[prokopton]

Thank you PC, for reading and commenting.
I appreciate your kind words about my pomes.

cheers,
Geoff

[BruisedOrange]

Quite enjoyed Aurora for how smoothly it rolled off my tongue and its beautiful imagery throughout. Entropy made me laugh, I really liked the chalk scattered and shattered. Inferno is my favorite thus far. Loved especially the notion of muse pushing the boulder up the hill. Great thread!

Jen

[prokopton]

Quite enjoyed Aurora for how smoothly it rolled off my tongue and its beautiful imagery throughout. Entropy made me laugh, I really liked the chalk scattered and shattered. Inferno is my favorite thus far. Loved especially the notion of muse pushing the boulder up the hill. Great thread!

Jen

Thanks Jen,
happy that you liked some of my pomes.
all the best to you for a happy napo!

Geoff

[prokopton]

Just Blow Me

All I want from you, all I ever wanted
was a lasting truth from someone though
who would not waver, never taunted
me when I was feeling low.

I loved you, even though
you came, all tarted up
from somewhere I could never go
in your pricey uptown rags
your Prada shoes, Alfred Chung and Gucci bags
Estee Lauder makeover, your cheeks all aglow,

your cheerful disposition on show one day,
and without warning, all Silvia Plath the next,
a girl who never shunned me on a Monday
or confused me, left me all perplexed.

It was enough somehow, for you to know me.
Even as a pretentious little miss,
I thought you never would betray me, but you did, so
all I really want now is, for you to blow me
one last kiss.