For lack of inspiration, back to homophones.
One for the Insomniacs
Seething sleep
A loud aunt
See things leap
Allowed ants
Forsaken pillow
For sake in pill, oh
To dream
Sought a void
Sot, avoids
A slumber illicit
As lumber elicits
Sawing sounds
Saw winged hounds
Maybe they were sheep
I persevere
I purse severe
Lids against the light
And dream to rest the night
I write poems to pass the time, and sometimes it turns out well. Updates most weeks, usually on Tuesday. 2011 was a year for narrative works, generally using standard poetic tools. 2012 will be focused on homophonic and backwards/forwards pieces.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Mary Fled the Altar For the Birds
A distortion of a children's classic.
I recommend checking out the original, unblemished nursery-rhyme lyrics first (on the bottom of this page http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/animal_nursery_rhymes.html ). Enjoy.
Mary Fled the Altar For the Birds
Marry? Addled it all lam
And flees. What's wight, as knows.
And every wear that merry wind
On lam, is yours to blow
If owl hurts to cool, won day
(that was a gain vs. cruel)
It made the chilled wren flap and stray
To see on lam, a fool
And sow that each her terns sit out
And still to ring her ear
And weighted patient lee-ward bouts,
"Till, Mary. Dig up here."
Wide, "Does the land love Mary so?"
The egret chicks do cry:
"Well, Mary loves the lame, you know
That each hen cranes to fly."
I recommend checking out the original, unblemished nursery-rhyme lyrics first (on the bottom of this page http://americanfolklore.net/folklore/2010/07/animal_nursery_rhymes.html ). Enjoy.
Mary Fled the Altar For the Birds
Marry? Addled it all lam
And flees. What's wight, as knows.
And every wear that merry wind
On lam, is yours to blow
If owl hurts to cool, won day
(that was a gain vs. cruel)
It made the chilled wren flap and stray
To see on lam, a fool
And sow that each her terns sit out
And still to ring her ear
And weighted patient lee-ward bouts,
"Till, Mary. Dig up here."
Wide, "Does the land love Mary so?"
The egret chicks do cry:
"Well, Mary loves the lame, you know
That each hen cranes to fly."
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Living Death
A return to the mostly metered, spiced with rhyme, short-story style of poem.
Living Death
Gashed starvation
Strange mutation
Gushed a shambles
Wretches partly slain
A shuffled shambling
Croaks a craven, "Pray!"
Mishearing that as "Brains!"
It's quarantined away
Secluding fence
Bewilderment
A cloven cry
Unsurely sent,,
"But what is this
And what am I?"
Uninspired
Missing breaths
"And yet," it thinks,
"I'm not upset"
Proposed a purpose
Meant for meaning
Seeming to
Resort to delving
Shapes into the sand
A message thus ingrained
For those that fly above
Or bask in higher planes,
"I am not a monster"
A zombie, all the same
Living Death
Gashed starvation
Strange mutation
Gushed a shambles
Wretches partly slain
A shuffled shambling
Croaks a craven, "Pray!"
Mishearing that as "Brains!"
It's quarantined away
Secluding fence
Bewilderment
A cloven cry
Unsurely sent,,
"But what is this
And what am I?"
Uninspired
Missing breaths
"And yet," it thinks,
"I'm not upset"
Proposed a purpose
Meant for meaning
Seeming to
Resort to delving
Shapes into the sand
A message thus ingrained
For those that fly above
Or bask in higher planes,
"I am not a monster"
A zombie, all the same
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
They Won! (they threw it all away)
Structure:
This poem is a villanelle ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle ) comprised of 5-7-5 haiku.
Use of near-homophones to obscure line repetition (refrains) demanded by the villanelle form.
Except for said refrains, strictly metered.
They Won! (they threw it all away)
Dispose all intents
Disguising this illusion
Betterment in sense
Composite cadence
Every act imbibed and done
This prose: all intense
Expiring moments
Permeating past the guns
Better meant in scents
Expounding silence
Synchronistic with the sun
This pose: all in tents
Encroached insistence
Catalogs the course begun
Better men incensed
Distort transcendence
Rapture dwindled what was won:
Disposal intents.
... better mend innocence
This poem is a villanelle ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Villanelle ) comprised of 5-7-5 haiku.
Use of near-homophones to obscure line repetition (refrains) demanded by the villanelle form.
Except for said refrains, strictly metered.
They Won! (they threw it all away)
Dispose all intents
Disguising this illusion
Betterment in sense
Composite cadence
Every act imbibed and done
This prose: all intense
Expiring moments
Permeating past the guns
Better meant in scents
Expounding silence
Synchronistic with the sun
This pose: all in tents
Encroached insistence
Catalogs the course begun
Better men incensed
Distort transcendence
Rapture dwindled what was won:
Disposal intents.
... better mend innocence
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