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A Triolet by Banjo Paterson with a Second Verse
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
To take a form of little use .... that will be terse:
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
That endear to me this simple verse,
It is the strong thought......but yet..
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
Commend me to the triolet.
It makes bad writers somewhat worse:
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
That fall beneath a reader's curse,
It is the feeblest jingle yet.
Of all the sickly forms of verse,
Commend me to the triolet.
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
To take a form of little use .... that will be terse:
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
That endear to me this simple verse,
It is the strong thought......but yet..
Of all the diff'rent forms of verse,
I demand the use of triolet.
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
I have not written any poetry in the last 20 something years but...........I was on a recent trip in Tasmania where someone made the suggestion/demand that we read a poem of the selected works of Banjo Paterson each night. As I was a solo driver this was my first attempt and it was "Page 100" without seeing what it was I had to read. I had another 2 poems to read later, one I did manage to prepare for and one handed to me on the night of "The Reading." Very difficult to properly express a poem without some preparation.Having said tha,t and mentioning this to my house-sitter on my return, it has gotten me a wee bit interested as I have not seen or heard of this form before.
So the second verse is mine. Hope it suffices.
CHARMING WONDROUS FAR OFF
Oh I hear voice from charming, wondrous far off,
Hear voice as if in silver morning dew.
Oh I hear voice, me road inviting beckons,
Spins my head, as on a carousel I whirl.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming, wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
Oh I hear voice from charming, wondrous far off
Calling me, go, see the marvels of the world,
Hear voice, and voice is asking me in stern tone –
What today I have fulfilled for morrow’s cause.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming, wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
Oh I promise I will get more pure and kinder
And shall gladly help my friend out of the hot.
Oh I hear voice, am rushing to it faster
On the road that bears no step I head along.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming, wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
Hear voice as if in silver morning dew.
Oh I hear voice, me road inviting beckons,
Spins my head, as on a carousel I whirl.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming, wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
Oh I hear voice from charming, wondrous far off
Calling me, go, see the marvels of the world,
Hear voice, and voice is asking me in stern tone –
What today I have fulfilled for morrow’s cause.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming, wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
Oh I promise I will get more pure and kinder
And shall gladly help my friend out of the hot.
Oh I hear voice, am rushing to it faster
On the road that bears no step I head along.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming, wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
Oh charming, wondrous far off, I plead you not to hurt so,
I plead you not to hurt so, to hurt me not.
From pure source I head on to charming, wondrous far off,
To charming wondrous far off I’m starting on my road.
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
This song is a quintessence of memories of childhood, spent in the Soviet Union, of the way it used to be over there in so distant past. Won’t deny: I have nostalgic memories, from time to time, which is forgivable I hope. School years, pioneer camps, joys and sorrows, dreams children dream all over the world – no difference - haven't you all dreamed about the same?!I’ve translated from Russian the lyrics by Yu. Etnin, music is written by Ye. Krylatov, the song PREKRASNOJE DALJOKO is performed in the movie “A Visitor from Future.” You may follow the translation while listening to the song.
And thank you very much – all of you – for inspiring me. If asked what poetry is I would most certainly answer: inspiration! The process of writing is what matters – forms may be far from perfect, grammar – a real disaster, style, rhythm and rhyme just hopeless – but do they really matter?!
online today!As a matter of fact
Yes, I am something of a scoundrel
Though I have been forced
To be one
Through nature
And circumstance.
Through early grinding poverty
And a childhood
That would rip out your heart.
I am Virgo -
My ruler Mercury
Number 14 my birth date
(That's 5 in Numerology)
I am a gambler
Because of my nature
And of necessity
I am a gambler
For money.
I am a gambler
For love.
Money comes and goes
In a flash
And goes
And comes again
Women
They've been many.
(They seem to come and go also).
This is Mercury operating again
(Through conjunction with Venus I suspect).
I have only loved twice
The first time wrung
The last drop of blood out of my heart
When we broke up.
The second time much later
(More like domesticity)
Genuine affection nonetheless
For eight years of contentment
Which ended for reasons
Which I will not describe here.
I've never cheated
In these relationships
Now I am much older
Women still fascinate me.
Will I ever find "the one"?
Maybe it's third time lucky?
Who knows?
I have my faults
We all have our faults.
I make no apology
For what I am.
My poetry anthology
Describes my life
For what it is*
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
Though I have been forced
To be one
Through nature
And circumstance.
Through early grinding poverty
And a childhood
That would rip out your heart.
I am Virgo -
My ruler Mercury
Number 14 my birth date
(That's 5 in Numerology)
I am a gambler
Because of my nature
And of necessity
I am a gambler
For money.
I am a gambler
For love.
Money comes and goes
In a flash
And goes
And comes again
Women
They've been many.
(They seem to come and go also).
This is Mercury operating again
(Through conjunction with Venus I suspect).
I have only loved twice
The first time wrung
The last drop of blood out of my heart
When we broke up.
The second time much later
(More like domesticity)
Genuine affection nonetheless
For eight years of contentment
Which ended for reasons
Which I will not describe here.
I've never cheated
In these relationships
Now I am much older
Women still fascinate me.
Will I ever find "the one"?
Maybe it's third time lucky?
Who knows?
I have my faults
We all have our faults.
I make no apology
For what I am.
My poetry anthology
Describes my life
For what it is*
© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
* " Such is life".......So said Ned Kelly - (famous Australian Bush Ranger)December, December!
Its’s December, it’s December,
Oh, no longer am I helper
For the last leaf trembling on the branch…
I’m still looking for your address
On autumnal yellow freeways,
Soon may snow of white sorrow begin …
Oh, this winter will go by,
Wind in soul then will subside,
But I’ll still be crazy missing you,
For again March’ll come in due time,
And cyclamens strewn on hillside
It will pick and toss up into air…
Oh, no longer am I helper
For the last leaf trembling on the branch…
I’m still looking for your address
On autumnal yellow freeways,
Soon may snow of white sorrow begin …
Oh, this winter will go by,
Wind in soul then will subside,
But I’ll still be crazy missing you,
For again March’ll come in due time,
And cyclamens strewn on hillside
It will pick and toss up into air…
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Posted: Oct 2014
About this poem:
Just relax and listen to the angels!
Candy Cigarettes
I bought them when I was little
Candy Cigarettes
I walked to the store in Rivervale, Arkansas
About a couple blocks from my Gramma Clay's shack
They came in a box that resembled real cigarette boxes
They were hollow
If you blew on one end
White powder would come out
It resembled cigarette smoke
The one end was red
It resembled the hot ash
You can't buy them anymore
They call them candy sticks
They have no ash
They have no red tip
Oh how I wish it were not so
How I miss those Candy Cigarettes
Candy Cigarettes
I walked to the store in Rivervale, Arkansas
About a couple blocks from my Gramma Clay's shack
They came in a box that resembled real cigarette boxes
They were hollow
If you blew on one end
White powder would come out
It resembled cigarette smoke
The one end was red
It resembled the hot ash
You can't buy them anymore
They call them candy sticks
They have no ash
They have no red tip
Oh how I wish it were not so
How I miss those Candy Cigarettes
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Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
Just thinking back to my childhood and some things that have gone away. I wonder sometimes if this smoking ban is worth it. Wouldn't people be happier if they didn't have to worry about everything they did could lead to cancer and death. I see the price they charge for cigarettes and I think it is legalized theft to charge 7 dollars for a box of cigarettes. I think there are 20 in a box, so that is 35 cents a cig. Bad or not, it is wrong to charge that much.POEM IN PROSE
This poem is for my wife.
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on it
Like the burl on the knife.
I have not made it for praise.
She has no more need for praise
Than summer has
Or the bright days.
In all that becomes a woman
Her words and her ways are beautiful:
Love’s lovely duty,
The well-swept room.
Wherever she is there is sun
And time and a sweet air:
Peace is there,
Work done.
There are always curtains and flowers
And candles and baked bread
And a cloth spread
And a clean house.
Her voice when she sings is a voice
At dawn by a freshening sea
Where the wave leaps in the
Wind and rejoices.
Wherever she is it is Now.
It is here where the apples are:
Here in the stars,
In the quick hour.
The greatest and richest good,
My own life to live in,
This she has given me –
If giver could.
I have made it plainly and honestly:
The mark is on it
Like the burl on the knife.
I have not made it for praise.
She has no more need for praise
Than summer has
Or the bright days.
In all that becomes a woman
Her words and her ways are beautiful:
Love’s lovely duty,
The well-swept room.
Wherever she is there is sun
And time and a sweet air:
Peace is there,
Work done.
There are always curtains and flowers
And candles and baked bread
And a cloth spread
And a clean house.
Her voice when she sings is a voice
At dawn by a freshening sea
Where the wave leaps in the
Wind and rejoices.
Wherever she is it is Now.
It is here where the apples are:
Here in the stars,
In the quick hour.
The greatest and richest good,
My own life to live in,
This she has given me –
If giver could.
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Posted: Jul 2011
About this poem:
For you to read and enjoy the words of this poet. Such a fine tribute to a beloved wife, such a dedication!
Sonnet to truth
There's doubtless beauty in plain truth,
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
that web of conceit, lace woven guile aloof,
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
'tis but pen scribed, by timeless poetic laws,
embodies the stoic heart, straight limb applies,
antique written, unblemished without flaws,
oft by pomposity called naive simplicity,
yet dignifies love for mans own common good,
nurturing fond realms of strong brotherhood,
illustrates well,virtues simplistic integrity,
Truths own truth, sacred, incalculable,
free life's shackles by love unquestionable
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
that web of conceit, lace woven guile aloof,
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
'tis but pen scribed, by timeless poetic laws,
embodies the stoic heart, straight limb applies,
antique written, unblemished without flaws,
oft by pomposity called naive simplicity,
yet dignifies love for mans own common good,
nurturing fond realms of strong brotherhood,
illustrates well,virtues simplistic integrity,
Truths own truth, sacred, incalculable,
free life's shackles by love unquestionable
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
In surveying the general political scene world wide, economy of truth appears to be ' stock on trade', ushered in by smooth rhetoric.
Everything Said Hopeless
Not beautiful, it wasn't that.
Alive, unbarren as a childheavy woman,
She could unscar me if I was loose.
I was the good but dangerous student.
I wore a smashed look for the whole semester.
Everything said hopeless, which glued her.
The leather wrapped around her legs like a song.
Smoke clung to my fingers, browning them,
While she tongued Dante in bold Italian.
I couldn't take a drag or look.
Alive, unbarren as a childheavy woman,
She could unscar me if I was loose.
I was the good but dangerous student.
I wore a smashed look for the whole semester.
Everything said hopeless, which glued her.
The leather wrapped around her legs like a song.
Smoke clung to my fingers, browning them,
While she tongued Dante in bold Italian.
I couldn't take a drag or look.
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Posted: Oct 2016
Post Comment80's Songs
Some songs you may have missed from the 80's:
Who Stole My Quarters For Ms. Pacman
I Can't Solve This Rubix's Cube No Matter How Hard I Try!
Madonna's Pointy Bra is Weird!
Ronnie's Rap
Mount St. Helen Ash On My Car
I Love All Those Videos Playing All Day on MTV!
New Coke Really Sucks!
Need Another Seven Astronauts
My Dad Wants Me To Mow the Grass, It Looks Like Chernobyl
I Want A Chimp Like Michael Jackson's
Who Stole My Quarters For Ms. Pacman
I Can't Solve This Rubix's Cube No Matter How Hard I Try!
Madonna's Pointy Bra is Weird!
Ronnie's Rap
Mount St. Helen Ash On My Car
I Love All Those Videos Playing All Day on MTV!
New Coke Really Sucks!
Need Another Seven Astronauts
My Dad Wants Me To Mow the Grass, It Looks Like Chernobyl
I Want A Chimp Like Michael Jackson's
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Posted: Sep 2016
About this poem:
Just making up some songs related to things that happened in the 80's. Ronnie Rap is an actual song by Ron and the D.C. Crew.Death is a gift
Sometime ago...
Don't remember when...
I tried to end myself...
Almost succeded...
But outside intervention prevented
my goal to be fullfilled.
I was brought back
Against my will
To a world and to a life I did not chose.
And for which i do not care.
For the few minutes I was down
I was truly happy
Wherever I was
Between this world and the other one
I was happy, content.
I knew everyone I cared about was allright.
Is this loud and bright world
that is true hell for me.
THIS is hell.
Don't remember when...
I tried to end myself...
Almost succeded...
But outside intervention prevented
my goal to be fullfilled.
I was brought back
Against my will
To a world and to a life I did not chose.
And for which i do not care.
For the few minutes I was down
I was truly happy
Wherever I was
Between this world and the other one
I was happy, content.
I knew everyone I cared about was allright.
Is this loud and bright world
that is true hell for me.
THIS is hell.
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Posted: Oct 2016
About this poem:
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