POEM OF THE DAY
A Letter To A Live Poet
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died,
Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse,
Blind with much light, passed to the light more glorious
Or deeper blindness, no man's hand, as thine,
Has, on the world's most noblest chord of song,
Struck certain magic strains. Ears satiate
With the clamorous, timorous whisperings of to-day,
Thrilled to perceive once more the spacious voice
And serene unterrance of old. We heard
-- With rapturous breath half-held, as a dreamer dreams
Who dares not know it dreaming, lest he wake --
The odorous, amorous style of poetry,
The melancholy knocking of those lines,
The long, low soughing of pentameters,
-- Or the sharp of rhyme as a bird's cry --
And the innumerable truant polysyllables
Multitudinously twittering like a bee.
Fulfilled our hearts were with the music then,
And all the evenings sighed it to the dawn,
And all the lovers heard it from all the trees.
All of the accents upon the all the norms!
-- And ah! the stress of the penultimate!
We never knew blank verse could have such feet.
Where is it now? Oh, more than ever, now
I sometimes think no poetry is read
Save where some sepultured C¾sura bled,
Royally incarnadining all the line.
Is the imperial iamb laid to rest,
And the young trochee, having done enough?
POEM OF THE DAY - MODERN POEM
Nor The Sun Its Selling Power
They say her words were like balloons
with strings I could not hold,
that her love was something in a shop
cheap and far too quickly sold;
but the tree does not price its apples
nor the sun its selling power
the rain does not gossip
or speak of where it goes.
POEM OF THE DAY - MEMBER POEM
A Parable From Mars
Perseverance leaves its virgin tracks on the barren ground
but no signs of green grass or pools of water can be found.
This is not how the Martian scenery had once been
and makes us wonder what had created this barren scene.
Is this a prophecy of what the Earth is heading for
as by selfish profit seeking we keep consuming more?
Heed this parable from Mars that appears so desolate.
Let's mend our ways and save our world before it is too late.
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The Rocks In The Ocean
I certainly can not take a boat
even I cannot swim here I think it is shallow
and my body can not float.
I can sit here on the rocks as I long as time will allow
Vredig sjokt de
met in gedachte
A World Before Mobile Phones.
Train rides in a quiet compartment of yesterday men and women reading books, no teens obsessed with social media, actually looking out the train window on the landscape going by! No queues of people outside a red telephone box desperate to use a phone! Bliss! 21st Century Facebook emails texts bin the lot!
Mountains Of Tranquility
Glencoe, spiritual mountains silent valleys and majestic heights. Spiritual and historical place of the legendary highland clans who fought for Scottish freedom.
There are many voices
Not all good
Voices of evil
Vredig is de lach
die schalt langs
de Tjiftjaf zingt
Een Ieder Die Los Laat
Een ieder die los laat
met zijn hartje openslaat
vertoont ook ware kunst
in de Arche bevond
De lucht azuurt
en duurt en tuurt
de lucht ze stuurt
de zon breekt door
Ik Ben Er..
‘Klikklak' zo gaan en slaan
de hakken kinderkoppen
tot aan het thuiskomen
en in de woonkamer
Lief is het heersbeestje niet
eer een plaaggeestje vol van verdriet
niemand is het leven machtig
alleen de liefde die maakt krachtig! M
Language is the chain
which locked down men
and thus the earth