Verse Geo_Metrics Reversed After X J Kennedy Geometry Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

They say display of blindman's bluff,
verse accolades to gain,
limp lines time challenge long enough
won't find their waiting vain.
An awkward couplet parallel
initially point missing
may meet with recognition well
above contemp'rary hissing.

Anticipation staves off curse.
Although today most spurn
my verse they surely shall rehearse
each strophe, swift return
thereto when Shakespeare's long forgot,
his sonnets Styx shall swallow,
while critics, p[r]etty prickly lot,
read s[l]ick screeds boomerang hollow.

Some seek through love the ultimate
nec plus ultra paragon:
lines last where fast fair magic mate
from sight sinks, mirage gone,
leaves loneliness to compensate
for self-deception long
after all ashes turns while fate
hope barters for a song.



Jonathan Robin 29 December 2008 revised 5 September 2021

For previous version entitled Geo-Metrics see below

parody X.J. Kennedy Geometry
n.b. hissing substituted for an initial letter the keyboard failed to communicate :)

wor[l]ds in [b]rackets convey two or more meanings

p[r]etty prickly : pretty petty too
s[l]ick slick slick lick... ick!

GEO-METRICS

They say display of blindman's buff,
verse trophies strive to gain,
that lines time challenge long enough
won't find their waiting vain.
Any two lines laid parallel
which one day seem point miss
may meet with recognition well
above contemporary hiss.

Anticipation staves off curse.
Although today most spurn
my verse they surely shall rehearse
each strophe and return
thereto when Shakespeare's long forgot,
his sonnets Styx shall swallow,
while critics, p[r]etty prickly lot,
read s[l]ick screeds boomerang hollow.

29 December 2008



GEOMETRY

They say who play at blindman's buff
And strive to fathom space
That a straight line drawn long enough
Regains its starting place
And that two lines laid parallel
Which neither stop nor swerve
At last will meet, for, strange to tell,
Space throws them both a curve.

Such guesswork lets my hopes abide,
For though today you spurn
My heart and cast me from your side
One day I shall return;
And though at present we may go
Our lonely ways, a tether
Shall bind our paths till time be through
And we two come together.

X J KENNEDY 1929_20xx

Geometry




They say who play at blindman's buff
And strive to fathom space
That a straight line drawn long enough
Regains its starting place
And that two lines laid parallel
Which neither stop nor swerve
At last will meet, for, strange to tell,
Space throws them both a curve.

Such guesswork lets my hopes abide,
For though today you spurn
My heart and cast me from your side
One day I shall return;
And though at present we may go
Our lonely ways, a tether
Shall bind our paths till time be through
And we two come together.




X J KENNEDY 1929_20xx kenn2_0005_kenn2_0000