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Lament for a Lost Dinner Ticket
Posted by: glindaSo in the distance between last Friday and Monday I managed to forget I was doing this until today, so I'm afraid the poetry is going to be rather skewed towards this end of the week,...
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Skimbleshanks The Railway Cat
Posted by: glindaEver since I was a child I've loved rail travel, it always seemed like an adventure. I used to dream about long distance journeys, the Orient Express, the Trans-Siberian, even the...
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"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass
Posted by: foxfirefey"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bassto love life, to love it evenwhen you have no stomach for itand everything you've held dearcrumbles like burnt paper in your hands,your throat filled...
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"Advice From Dionysus" ; Shinji Moon
Posted by: rosarumBurn all of your bridgesjust so that you can build them againwith thicker ropes.Hurt all the people you loveand then commit every felony to win them back.Drown yourself in bleach...
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"Cherry Ripe," Thomas Campion
Posted by: lnhammerThere is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies blow; A heavenly paradise is that place Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow. There cherries grow that none may buy,...
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"Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee," Thomas Campion
Posted by: lnhammerShall I come, sweet Love, to thee When the evening beams are set? Shall I not excluded be? Will you find no feignèd let? Let me not, for pity, more Tell the long hours at...
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"Thrice toss these oaken ashes in the air," Thomas Campion
Posted by: lnhammerThrice toss these oaken ashes in the air, Thrice sit thou mute in this enchanted chair, Then thrice-three times tie up this true love’s knot, And murmur soft, “She will or she will...
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"Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow," Thomas Campion
Posted by: lnhammerFollow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow! Though thou be black as night, And she made all of light,Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!Follow her, whose light thy light...
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"When thou must home to shades of underground," Thomas Campion
Posted by: lnhammerWhen thou must home to shades of underground, And there arrived, a new admirèd guest, The beauteous spirits do engirt thee round, White Iope, blithe Helen, and the rest, To hear the...
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"Come, cheerful day, part of my life to me." Thomas Campion
Posted by: lnhammerCome, cheerful day, part of my life to me; For while thou view’st me with thy fading light, Part of my life doth still depart with thee, And I still onward haste to my last...
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"Rose-cheek'd Laura, come." Thomas Campion
Posted by: lnhammer Rose-cheek'd Laura, come; Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty’s Silent music, either other Sweetly gracing. Lovely forms do flowFrom concent divinely framèd: Heaven is...
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An Ancient Gesture by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Posted by: turloughI thought, as I wiped my eyes on the corner of my apron:Penelope did this too.And more than once: you can't keep weaving all dayAnd undoing it all through the night;Your arms get...
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The Passionate Freudian to His Love by Dorothy Parker
Posted by: turloughOnly name the day, and we'll fly awayIn the face of old traditions,To a sheltered spot, by the world forgot,Where we'll park our inhibitions.Come and gaze in eyes where the lovelight...
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Article 11
Posted by: nverlandHappy World Poetry Day!Every Dayby Thomas A. ClarkAwake the mind's hopeless soAt a quarter to six I riseAnd run 2 or 3 miles inThe pristine air of a darkAnd windy winter morningWith...
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Loveliest of Trees by A E Housman
Posted by: turloughLoveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough,And stands about the woodland rideWearing white for Eastertide.Now, of my threescore years and ten,Twenty will...
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The Lake Isle Of Innisfree by William Butler Yeats
Posted by: turloughI will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,And live alone in the...
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Signups
Posted by: synecdochicwe are running low on the signup queue, so if you're interested in hosting a future week, leave your name on the signup post! poetry hosts are asked for 5 poems over the course of...
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If I Were King by A A Milne
Posted by: turloughI often wish I were a King,And then I could do anything.If only I were King of Spain,I'd take my hat off in the rain.If only I were King of France,I wouldn't brush my hair for...
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Clearing by Martha Postlethwaite
Posted by: lizcommotionClearingby Martha PostlethwaiteDo not try to savethe whole worldor do anything grandiose.Instead, createa clearingin the dense forestof your lifeand wait therepatiently,until the...
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Dereliction by Chinua Achebe
Posted by: lizcommotionDerelictionby Chinua Achebe(translated to English from Igbo, unknown translator)I quit the carved stoolin my father’s hut to the swellingchant of saber-tooth termitesraising in...
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