D. Allan Posted July 7, 2007 Author Share Posted July 7, 2007 Prose poems fascinate me, Neil. This is by one of my favorite poets: Watermelons Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth. by Charles Simic Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 8, 2007 Author Share Posted July 8, 2007 Here is a prose poem I wrote about 1965. Believe it or not it was published in a monthly sheet at the University at Austin, Texas and they paid me one dollar. :-| That was the end of my career as a poet. :-) CREDO as necessary or un- the soaring bird silent tall trees naked or clothed streams that are traveling traveling or any large rock which waits in the desert Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cricket Posted July 10, 2007 Share Posted July 10, 2007 LOL, your career as a poet sounds like my career as an author! One published work, a couple of acclaimed works--but not much more! I love it, by the way--your poem! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 10, 2007 Author Share Posted July 10, 2007 Thanks, Cris. I did manage to get rejection slips from The New Yorker and from Harper's Magazine. Should have kept them and framed them. Oh, well, guess I could always get more. :-) Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nuff sed Posted July 10, 2007 Share Posted July 10, 2007 Observations on a Sabbath School Class (dedicated to those whispering in the back row) Listen you biddies Bestow the yak yak Lest deacons invite you To go farther back. The rumble's disturbing The rest of the class As glances go backward Hoping 'twill pass. You notice I'm quiet My hands in my lap No noise am I making As I take my nap..... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cricket Posted July 11, 2007 Share Posted July 11, 2007 Hey deacon! Hey preacher! Hey sabbath school teacher! Come closer and bend us your ear. Should we raise our hands higher? You preach to the choir! We know the end's already near. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nuff sed Posted July 11, 2007 Share Posted July 11, 2007 Observations On Christian Education Christian Education costs, they say And some contend it doesn't pay Can we a price put on a soul As we continue toward our goal? For what we like we don't think twice For quality we pay the price. We house and clothe and feed our youth Care for their needs, teach them the truth We tell them stories, entertain We must not let their interest wane. But do we do all that we could For their salvation as we should? The home, the school, the church all do A vital part to help us too. Like a triangle,each a side We cannot leave one open wide For Satan's crew in dead of night To change the signs from wrong to right. As parents we must use each tool To demonstrate the 'Golden Rule' And why we're here,for what great plan Our Heavenly Father created man. "We can't afford our schools", some say And think they've found a 'better' way. So to the Public Schools they Send Their kids----"It's cheaper in the end". We can't afford to lend our youth To those who have no love for Truth Who train them just for now and here Ignoring all that WE hold dear That Christ is coming, soon we know And to His Kingdom WE will go. And so, my friends, what will it be? Invest in Youth for eternity For us the Father gave His son Will He accept what We have done? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 14, 2007 Author Share Posted July 14, 2007 SILLY POEM FOR COMPACT-CARRYING GENDERS When the mind goes blank in the mid-afternoon and your hair is a hank - just a floppy cartoon of it's usual fluff and your posh is all poof take your powder and puff and you'll feel less uncouth when you've smoothed off the shine - you will have peace of mind. Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nuff sed Posted July 15, 2007 Share Posted July 15, 2007 You need two more lines Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 15, 2007 Author Share Posted July 15, 2007 when you've smoothed off the shine you will glow like the moon - you will have peace of mind - (in its frowsy cocoon.) How about that, don? The last line should be spoken quietly and slowly. would it be too much to write it: (in its froooowsy .... cocoooooooon) ? Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Neil D Posted July 15, 2007 Share Posted July 15, 2007 (e)]Hey deacon! Hey preacher!Hey sabbath school teacher! Come closer and bend us your ear. Should we raise our hands higher? You preach to the choir! We know the end's already near. A bit of inspiration on chris's poem...appologies to Chris for the taking apart and rearranging it... Hey deacon! Hey preacher! Hey sabbath school teacher! Come closer move together and bend us your ear. Should we raise our hands higher and higher That will inspire men to an ecclesiastical desire that will be, in the hearts of men, absolutely heard... to say something profound and say something absurd? As a minister and a grocer, you preach to the choir! You hawk your wears, you search for a buyer. "It's the end! It's the end!" We know the end's already near. But you clothe the message as the best marketeer. It's not the end, that we need, that will draw us closer. It's the Christ and that's a whole different grocer... The Christ is large enough for any congregation and specializes in the most tiny mutation. To grow many a variety of species, that may Tell of His love in a varied way. Whose primary purpose is surgical you see, A new purpose, a new life, a new generousity. Christ's love is as varied as any grower, and it is in the heart, man what a sower! It's springs to life and produces much fruit and we find it is far more astute than anything found in sabbath school classroom whose academics are kinda in costume.. dress up stuff up,...man, I am repeating myself and so, I must, this poem, place on the shelf. Quote Democracy is a device that ensures we shall be governed no better than we deserve.  George Bernard Shaw  Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cricket Posted July 16, 2007 Share Posted July 16, 2007 Apologies not needed! Bravo, Neil! **Woot!!** I actually had a couple more lines to add to it, myself. I wrote them down in haste on the airplane and seem to have misplaced them. If I perchance across them, I'll share. I love that you've taken mine and gone where inspiration leads! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cricket Posted July 16, 2007 Share Posted July 16, 2007 Apropos for the times, From Babes in Arms, "Johnny One Note" Johnny could only sing one note And the note he sings was this Ah! Poor Johnny one-note sang out with "gusto" And just overlorded the place Poor Johnny one-note yelled willy nilly Until he was bleu in the face For holding one note was his ace Couldn’t hear the brass Couldn’t hear the drum He was in a class By himself, by gum! Poor Johnny one-note Got in Aida Indeed a great chance to be brave He took his one note Howled like the North Wind Brought forth wind that made critics rave, While Verdi turned round in his grave! Couldn’t hear the flute Or the big trombone Ev’ry one was mute Johnny stood alone. Cats and dogs stopped yapping Lions in the zoo All were jealous of Johnny's big trill Thunder claps stopped clapping, Traffic ceased its roar, And they tell us Niag’ra stood still. He stopped the train whistles, Boat whistles, steam whistles, Cop whistles, all whistles bowed to his skill Sing Johnny One-Note, Sing out with "gusto" and Just overwhelm all the crowd Ah! So sing Johnny One-Note, out loud!! Sing Johnny One-Note Sing Johnny One-Note out loud! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 22, 2007 Author Share Posted July 22, 2007 In View of the Fact by A. R. Ammons The people of my time are passing away: my wife is baking for a funeral, a 60-year-old who died suddenly, when the phone rings, and it's Ruth we care so much about in intensive care: it was once weddings that came so thick and fast, and then, first babies, such a hullabaloo: now, it's this that and the other and somebody else gone or on the brink: well, we never thought we would live forever (although we did) and now it looks like we won't: some of us are losing a leg to diabetes, some don't know what they went downstairs for, some know that a hired watchful person is around, some like to touch the cane tip into something steady, so nice: we have already lost so many, brushed the loss of ourselves ourselves: our address books for so long a slow scramble now are palimpsests, scribbles and scratches: our index cards for Christmases, birthdays, Halloweens drop clean away into sympathies: at the same time we are getting used to so many leaving, we are hanging on with a grip to the ones left: we are not giving up on the congestive heart failure or brain tumors, on the nice old men left in empty houses or on the widows who decide to travel a lot: we think the sun may shine someday when we'll drink wine together and think of what used to be: until we die we will remember every single thing, recall every word, love every loss: then we will, as we must, leave it to others to love, love that can grow brighter and deeper till the very end, gaining strength and getting more precious all the way. . . . from - http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/16971 Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 23, 2007 Author Share Posted July 23, 2007 Absence makes the heart grow fonder And now I have an urge to wonder. But I'll return to you some day Be good - don't fight too much. OK? Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
cricket Posted July 23, 2007 Share Posted July 23, 2007 Wonder, if you must; wander if you may. As the old, dear sweet book says, "We'll meet again someday." Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted July 23, 2007 Author Share Posted July 23, 2007 :) will be back next week, ciao Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 2, 2007 Author Share Posted August 2, 2007 Charles Simic, a writer who juxtaposes dark imagery with ironic humor, is to be named the country’s 15th poet laureate by the Librarian of Congress today. He was born in Belgrade and came to the U.S. at the age of 16. He began writing poetry, he says, to impress girls! The New York Times has an ARTICLE about him by Motoko Rich. A stanza from one of his poems: "A dog trying to write a poem on why he barks, That’s me, dear reader! They were about to kick me out of the library But I warned them, My master is invisible and all-powerful. Still, they kept dragging me out by my tail" Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 8, 2007 Author Share Posted August 8, 2007 Two Poems for August There is a story about a poet who was asked to talk about what his poem meant "in ordinary terms". He replied that if he had been able to express it in ordinary terms, he wouldn't have written the poem. Children are often very open to poetic language, and there are many poems that children enjoy hearing over and over. Poems open imaginations. If your read-aloud times haven't included some poems, you could check the library for some good anthologies for children. Here are two for you to enjoy: August The opposing of peach and sugar, and the sun inside the afternoon like the stone in the fruit. The ear of corn keeps its laughter intact, yellow and firm. August The children eat brown bread and delicious moon. - Federico Garcia Lorca The next short poem describes perfectly the approach to the natural world that so many children instinctively practice: Step out onto the Planet Draw a circle a hundred feet round. Inside the circle are 100 things nobody understands, and, maybe nobody's ever really seen. How many can you find? - Lew Welch - Donice Wooster in Family Matters, a blog at www.fcchurch.com Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dottie Posted August 11, 2007 Share Posted August 11, 2007 My two favorite poem books when I was little were "A Child's Garden of Verses" by Rob't L. Stevenson, and a book called "If Jesus Came to Your House." I like beauty in poetry, not deep thinking (I can't think deep). Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 11, 2007 Author Share Posted August 11, 2007 Welcome to the club, Dottie; I can't think deeply either. Well maybe if I were in a coal mine, or a submarine. Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 11, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 11, 2007 I A Gentle Knight was pricking on the plaine, Y cladd in mightie armes and siluer shielde, Wherein old dints of deepe wounds did remaine, The cruell markes of many a bloody fielde; Yet armes till that time did he neuer wield: His angry steede did chide his foming bitt, As much disdayning to the curbe to yield: Full iolly knight he seemd, and faire did sitt, As one for knightly giusts and fierce encounters fitt. 2 But on his brest a bloudie Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as liuing euer him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soueraine hope, which in his helpe he had: Right faithfull true he was in deede and word, But of his cheere he did seeme too solemne sad, Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad. Canto I, The Faerie Queene, Edmund Spenser Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 11, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 11, 2007 For Dottie: The Snail By Gladys Sims Stump A snail is such a funny thing. I saw one just this morning. He was walking past my house. Last night it had been storming. I watched him go along the path. He had a slow, slow pace. With a house on his back-- he Wouldn't be expected to run a race. A home like a snail, no, no, no. I wouldn't like it, you see. The load would be heavy, But-- worse than that-- No one could live in the house with me. Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D. Allan Posted August 11, 2007 Author Share Posted August 11, 2007 'ydrad' - a nice word. of the same ilk as 'yclept' Quote: Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) Ydrad \Y*drad"\, obs. p. p. of Dread. Dreaded. Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad. --Spenser The Gentle Knight, at first sight, seems to embody some contradictions. He feared nothing, but rather himself was dreaded (although 'gentle'). He is 'Full jolly' yet 'too solemne sad.' Quote dAb O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Moderators John317 Posted August 11, 2007 Moderators Share Posted August 11, 2007 Here is a prose poem I wrote about 1965. Believe it or not it was published in a monthly sheet at the University at Austin, Texas and they paid me one dollar. :-| That was the end of my career as a poet. :-) CREDO as necessary or un- the soaring bird silent tall trees naked or clothed streams that are traveling traveling or any large rock which waits in the desert I think I see some influence of c.c. cummings maybe there. Quote John 3:16-17 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. [17] For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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