Tag Archives: writing poems

end of season sail… to sky

Summer 2020 is dying in front of me: green leaves leaving only a memory; trees yellowy/orangey, or already undressed of luminosity

When I die and if skin rots away, I’ll be white skull uncomplaining about decay; but if sky heaven’s not white it’ll bring dismay!

If you can DARE READ, you have passed the anagram test for MY books; which will hopefully make you feel DREA-MY! MyOhMy; Ode2Fly!!

If I had to count every drop of rain I think it’d drive me insane, like helping every human in a world intent on inflicting pain!

Bees among blackberries day before a long spell of cold rain forecast I felt for them; like their reaper; but they showed no fear!

I don’t want to CON, and have CON-TEMPT for those who do, but I’ve never hidden my desire to TEMPT readers; without misleaders!

pop art poetry

Working free,
pushing productivity,
self-defeating rarity,
mass marketing creativity,
making genius look EASY;
or VV* !

Don’t be scared of dying,
be glad you lived at all,
the circus is fun when you get there,
but you’re still happy to get home…
(comment on human world becoming more like a circus all the time!)

My Poems’ Soundtracks: Blondie Pagan and Danish D-A-D.

I just wrote a little pagan poetry ditty over at travel25years:

I don’t need to travel the Earth
to be where I feel home
because I’m already
in a pagan state
pagan state of mind.

… to introduce a couple of gYgPOP (greenYgreyPinkyOrangePurple) clips from documentaries about the old Native American settlement at Cahokia, and had a song playing in my mind.

Blondie – Song and History

After a while I thought the chorus was Living in the Real World, but still didn’t know who’s song it was. I was shocked to find it was Blondie, and it was their song; although written by keyboardist Jimmy Destri according to Wikipedia.

Eat to the Beat (1979) was the last album that Blondie were my favourite band, due to musical differences! (self-parodying a cliché reason when bands break up).

They mellowed out the next year with Autoamerican, while I went in the opposite direction, getting into heavy rock and metal full-time!

The Poem of Two Songs 

My recent Folding Mirror poem Fracking My Brain Upwas so epic, taking about a week of thinking and psyching up before writing it, that the soundtrack morphed in my brain from the Spinners’ Working My Way Back To You (Fracking My Brain Up For You)…

… to D-A-D’s Sleeping My Day Away… (Fracking My Brain Away)!

Poem about Poetry Day’s Creation Valuation

Marc Latham’s newest Folding Mirror poem is about the creation of poetry, and how it would be nice to earn a living from creating a poem a day, written in an hour, and have the rest of the day off; especially in the current British heatwave!

Marc thinks that a mirror poem should be enough work for the day, but posting for free means no money; luckily, circadian rhythm provides second opportunity

Valmiki, a contemporary of Rama composes the R...
Valmiki, a contemporary of Rama composes the Ramayana. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Morning Motion, Circadian Creation

Wake Up!
fresh mind
new day
coupla coffees
write a poem
thinking that one
day’s work done

posted for free, earning no money

stay on computer
finding more writing
fiction or journal
midday meal
nap refresher
second wind
Cyclic Rhythm°

English: Diagram illustrating the influence of...
English: Diagram illustrating the influence of dark-light rythms on circadian rythms and related physiology and behavior. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Marc Latham’s central site is the Greenygrey (http://www.greenygrey.co.uk), and he has books available on Smashwords and Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/author/marclatham).