Sunset Requiem

Sunset Requiem


Here, a wake
Here, awake
Denied a nod
Then I'd a gnawed
Listless candle
List less scandals
Pouring overhead emotions

Poring over heady motions
Meant to say, "Bye"
Men to say by
A flicked wick
Afflicts a wisp
Of smoke to seal the rite
Farewell dear sun, good night

The Composer's Underworld

A good show, this week.  Five syllable lines of STRESS unSTRESS unSTRESS, with even-numbered lines ending in "eh" vowel rhyme (with some resulting direct rhyme).  Enjoy!


The Composer's Underworld


"For a nobler staff;
The baton at rest."

-The Composer late
Thumbing pages, yet
Often gaping back
Capturing the chest's
Modesty motif,
Pizzicato breath
Pale legato bars,
What else is there left?

Half-forgotten modes
Hung in trouble clefs
Racing to compose
Serenades of death
Sweeping dolce chords
Allargando jest
Harmonized with flat
Classical regret
Cadenced murmurs fade
No applause is met

Here hereafter now
Halls denote a deaf
Stone atonement, for
Silence is respect
Face the music now,
What else is there left?

The Golden Years

the homophone strikes again! 



The Golden Years


Forgiven guilt
For given gilt
Lost as crews
Lost a screw
Made of solid gold

A cost amounting 
Accost a mounting
Search to recoup
Surge to re-coup
Youth again from old

In summer he
Re-covered hard where
In summary
Recovered hardware 
So operates
Soap opera, it's
The screwed and the bold. 

Comfort Food

I'm running low on homophones, so this week's is short, light, metered and rhymed. 


Comfort Food


The huddled living lividly
In scarCities of common guise
Consoling ever vividly
In matter to metabolize

The hunger leering lucidly
Commanding craven cravings, I
Contort my ken of calories
And reach for further curly fries

Monastery Break-In

backwards/forwards.


Monastery Break-In


Men + a-
A door
Open it, "Leave!"
Closing in
Fist raised
Taught a lesson
Well, tried
He pressed the face to pulp
It goes to show
One sermonizing
Lacks of preparation
Omission of dogs
Lead to this
Later,
This to lead
Dogs of a mission
Preparation of lax sermonizing
One show to go
Pulpit to face the press
He tried well,
"Lessen a taut raised fist
In closing,
Leave it open.
Adore,
Amen."

He Bet His Life

starts with rhymed haiku, ends with a homophonic stanza.  I freely admit the haiku is half-ass; it's hard to be motivated with this beautiful weather.  I might clean it up later. 


He Bet His Life


The Loser, sloppy
An envied pot, sure as sin
He felt sure to win

Gulped his gin and lime
Wagered all his money, and
Wagered all his time

"I have nothing left
I must mitigate my debt
Please!  Accept my bet!"


The Winner
Gave in and agreed
To live forever, he
Gave in, and a greed
To live for every
Gamble to succeed
On certainty of breadth
Gambol to secede
Uincertainty of breath
He won a life!  No-
The winnings: one undeath

Canvas the Dusk

I plan to do editing this week.  No new poem, but here's one from early 2007 that I am fond of.  free verse, of all things.

Canvas the Dusk

The seas disease this easel

Dragged blue where once was white

It's not a blue period

It's an

Exclamation

Point

I guess then we're co-muters

Because our lips are silent

And while our thoughts do travel,

The voice is slowed by traffic

Expression is a trickle

During the rush hour

Trying to arrive

Red shift blue

The purpose of the painting:

To diffuse unused hues