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Bawdy cat poem! Kudos :-)))
Karin - Bawdy? Not me. It's them cats, I tell yah!
Regards / Dunc
13 April 2015
Looking appalled on death
out of season
do not rest
till you devise a reason
since if you see none
there will not be one.
'The Sun Tree' is lovely, and your cat poem the very epitome of style. The last one feels like a bitter-sweet riddle about hypochondria, but I may have misread at first look.
Sarah
Scrow - glad you liked Sun Tree, I wasn't thinking of hypochondria, but now I see you're on to something.
Regards / Dunc
14 April 2015
REUNION
At the crossing cars stop for Stick
shuffling to lunch
with Hearing Aid and Glasses.
The usual beachside of course
over the untiring surf,
Homer and ayoryitiko.
Stick says Field has died
as was at school you know
between Catullus and kalimari.
Hearing Aid wrestles his doctor
and Aspinall on Hume
calling for dolmades.
Glasses, unstoppable, must argue
with marides and ouzo
on Aramaic and Paul’s koine.
Says Hearing Aid, no, this year -
might be dead next;
they never preach John now.
And other tables are polished
but Sophocles abides.
Yisaak comes with more red.
Last edited by Dunc; 04-14-2015 at 02:50 PM.
I thought I'd been here, but no and look what I've missed!
The Tenants - how true and damn them.
Easter - very sly, slipping Jesus in like that. Ha!
Narcissus - Glad to see someone finally gave him his due - right up himself *snort*
Triolet - and you're on a roll.
Sun Tree - I love this. Great scene you paint here.
Cat Poem - the musketeer edition, I see.
Reunion of old people - I find this by turns endearing, irritating and confusing, which pretty much captures my experience of interactions between cadres of well-acquainted old people, which will shortly include myself.
enjoy reading you again.
Oh, Dunc, Dunc, Dunc, whenever I forget what poetry is for, I read you and I remember. You make my life not better but bigger.
Laurie, Jee - You're very kind to drop in and say nice things!
Much appreciated / Dunc
(Lear said Let copulation thrive before I did, of course.)
15 April 2015
TRUE ROMANCES
Love’s delicious madness, as eyes and bosoms tell;
Love’s ecstasy entangled, strung on the sun and moon;
Love’s me and just one other, and the universe as well,
and Love’s forever always, and then and now and soon.
Love’s a jig for Nature to people all the earth;
Love’s a name for mating - let copulation thrive!
Love’s a mechanism to which we owe our birth,
and Love’s a heavy folly, and why we’re all alive.
Love’s selected breeding to reinforce what works;
Love’s stimulated hormones to make you sweat and dare;
Love’s glands that fire to order, most purposeful of quirks
and Love is why you’re robot and you never know or care.
Delusion and deception and delight, and all genetic,
the ultimate confounding of the emic and the etic.
:snorting: Best use (perhaps first use?) of emic and etic in a poem ever. Everything you do -- as Jee says -- brings us back to brass tacks, but True Romances charmed my socks off today.
Cheers Dunc! The Sun Tree - love this. so sweet! and the meter is perfect. such a nice moment here. I enjoyed the touch of rollicking humor in your cat poem and the go around of thought in the latest.
I like to paint images around empty spaces.
My Flickr Photos
Cheesecloth Moon (art, poetry,photography, some ranting, etc
egrobeck (my ArtFire shop)
Cookalas Pretty Things (my shop blog)
shady, Cookie - why, thank you both!
Most pleased you dropped by.
Regards / Dunc
And now for something completely usual:
TRADITIONAL POEM FOR THE HALF-WAY POINT 2015
Two weeks done of toiling
to keep the pot boiling
two hours a day for fluffing
two minutes for the stuffing
now for changing gears
since you’re bankrupt of ideas
and your Muse’s best apparel
’s from the bottom of the barrel
Take cheer! Night brings the morn –
only fifteen days till dawn
so grin and grab your pen
and do what you did again!
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Hi Dunc,
I've finally gotten around to your thread. I've enjoyed reading these. Some light relief plus a bit of death thrown in to the season the mix.
Overture fun topical opener! "Just a wee while" seems to be going on a bit, mind.
To my dearest friends: personally I just want to live forever.
The tenants: This be the verse, but less miserable. Go the super-ego!Enjoyed this one, especially: "Why? You’re dead." / "Not quite true. / Still we tell you / what to do." So true.
To the leader:I do like a good limerick. I can think of a few cases to whom this could apply, so I think it works in the general case without a specific referent.
My library: Life as library book. Inspired. An idea to come back to.
Easter: Nicely inclusive multi-cultural ode to Easter. I like the elided Jack-i’-th’-Box a lot for some reason.
Half full: After the rebirth poem, back to mortality and death. Love the last line.
Easter Sunday the last S made me smile. The thought bubble makes this for me.
Narcissus Loved this irreverent take on the myth. "He died of being right up himself." is the best line for me, but the last line is very clever too.
Triolet a worthy subject to immortalise in a triolet.
Sun tree really enjoyed this one. The last stanza made me laugh. I didn't see it coming.
Cat poem. I liked the play on "all for one and one for all". Given the context I couldn't help thinking of the kids cartoon where the musketeers are played by dogs, and d’Artagnan is called Dogtagnan (I think) which led to rather strange imagery in my head when I read it.
untitled Another reflection on mortality. It reads like a proverb. Maybe it should be adopted as one, it's certainly true.
Reunion I got the general idea but failed to fully follow, I'm afraid. Maybe that's the point though!
True romances So many sonnets written about love, but none has taken quite this angle. I like the way you shade from the romantic to genetics and sexual selections. Nice couplet too. And I've learned that I've been pronouncing "etic" wrong.
Half-way poem. #16 - either I'm fluffing this in the future, or you're getting ahead of yourself. "two hours a day for fluffing / two minutes for the stuffing" indeed.
Have fun in the second half.
- Matt
Matt - your generous input's much appreciated. I appear to be ahead of the game because I am - in Sydney the midnight start to the day happens at 1400 GMT / UTC / zulu.