Sidi J. Mahtrow
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Sidi J. Mahtrow Poems
Reiterative poetry it seems proper to say Has seen little sunlight in present day. Yet it represents in all regard, The beginning as English language broached forward.
A mullet is not a fish? ?
So said the smart talk back in 1916. For an out-of-work lawyer pickings were lean.
A Chicken is not a Bird
A chkn na be a byrd Acord'n folk lvn in flori da Kep'n and own'n be difernt If be a tigr or sknk kept
Alone, Late at Night
'So round, so firm So fully packed, So free and easy....' (Well maybe not.)
A Word about Vermillion
A Word about Vermillion* The Sioux Falls (SD) Argus Leader Often presents our fair city
Thoughts on Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar's 'Ha...
Rare is the word That is used to describe 'Half-cooked' But you decide
A Ghostly Air
Was that a breath of cold air I felt as I drove about in my car, Or was it just the end of summer heat That soon would be in full retreat?
A Special Christmas Gift
Most gifts come wrapped or maybe Too awkward to be, Are left standing in the corner or lying unwrapped under the tree But this special gift was different, to be delivered on bended knee.
A Poem to Vidi Writes
Sometimes one writes For their own pleasures, Or delights In other measures.
An Ode to Dr Hitesh Sheth
Once came into view A man of tallents, not a few For he wrote as others might That human experiece is a given right
Archy the Flying Cockroach
Birds do it, Bees do it, Even man has to try. But can cockroaches really fly?
A RARE BIT by L. Frank Baum
(from the book, by the Candelabra's Glare by Baum) (Writ dejectedly at early dawn.)
A Reply to Wilson's Illusions
Easy to criticize Till you realize That those who are so smart Have no answers for a start!
A Rational Anthem
My country, tis of thee, Sweet land of felony, Of thee I sing, - Land where my fathers fried
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Reiterative poetry it seems proper to say
Has seen little sunlight in present day.
Yet it represents in all regard,
The beginning as English language broached forward.
Base on Anglo Saxon and Anglo Norman tongues
Reiterative poetry sloughed reluctantly along
Combining words in ways most proper
And in some case, crudely brought to halt, a stopper.
Meanings lost or lesser known,
Words and spellings made to fit the event reported on.
Such it is that Piers Plowman was written
By William Langland and others(?) too, in 1462.
Reiterative simply means...