Sidi J. Mahtrow
Sidi J. Mahtrow Poems
|481.||An Ode To Dr Hitesh Sheth||6/26/2011|
|482.||A Word About Vermillion||7/29/2007|
|483.||Alone, Late At Night||4/21/2006|
|484.||A Mullet Is Not A Fish? ?||4/19/2006|
|485.||A Chicken Is Not A Bird||4/23/2006|
Comments about Sidi J. Mahtrow
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...
Ode To Old Blue
At the honky-tonk outside of town
A bit off the gravel driveway
You see Old Blue hangin round
Just standing there, thata way.
Old Blue was hard, you got the feel.
When you first saw her
You thought of cold blue steel.
She had a heavy rear end, yes-sir.