Sometimes a Poem Fails
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Sometimes a Poem Fails
sometimes a poem fails,
falls short but god the attempt~! the attempt so impossible
to reach up
so far
so distantly
so perfectly achingly singingly confident in miracles
in love’s enchantments
in the sun’s return
in the crops’ abundance of great rains coming
in central Africa oh love! the love is the poem of Always
the love is the minstrel ache
the suffering
the hunger
the infant’s shriek of “feed me/hold me/nestle me close.”
desirous to illustrate itself in sound,
the poem seeks to describe
the tender ache
the music of sweeping violins
the fractured enraptured light
of rainbow-deep jewel tones
of Austrian crystal
some new spin on a well-grooved
cliche of my love is like an ocean
and in my dark theater
we rehearse our lines
and this is a play
and this is a poem
the great I AMB
and all these emotions Pent
up-ameter at a time
and decasyllabic
but hidden so not fully
ten but perfect, nonetheless
and i scan in scansions near &
far and i speak volumes
and i turn
and counterturn all night
and the violins are an ocean
and i have to begin all over again
and crumple up the computer screen
for the words are never shiny as the stars
and i cannot photograph the rhythmic light of longing.
sometimes a poem fails,
falls short but god the attempt~! the attempt so impossible
to reach up
so far
so distantly
so perfectly achingly singingly confident in miracles
in love’s enchantments
in the sun’s return
in the crops’ abundance of great rains coming
in central Africa oh love! the love is the poem of Always
the love is the minstrel ache
the suffering
the hunger
the infant’s shriek of “feed me/hold me/nestle me close.”
desirous to illustrate itself in sound,
the poem seeks to describe
the tender ache
the music of sweeping violins
the fractured enraptured light
of rainbow-deep jewel tones
of Austrian crystal
some new spin on a well-grooved
cliche of my love is like an ocean
and in my dark theater
we rehearse our lines
and this is a play
and this is a poem
the great I AMB
and all these emotions Pent
up-ameter at a time
and decasyllabic
but hidden so not fully
ten but perfect, nonetheless
and i scan in scansions near &
far and i speak volumes
and i turn
and counterturn all night
and the violins are an ocean
and i have to begin all over again
and crumple up the computer screen
for the words are never shiny as the stars
and i cannot photograph the rhythmic light of longing.
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This is not one of those times.
I love this! It captures an often overlooked aspect of poetry, sometimes elloquently, sometimes playfully. It's a feeling I know well, but never knew I knew.
Bravo, says CMR.
Sometimes CMR hits the nail on the head!
that frustratingly delightful urge to catch
a feeling
as it flows
like water
between your fingers
or paint a sunset in your mind
in just that perfect 7-layered color press
before it vanishes in a nanosecond
of
becoming something else.....
ooh, im soooooooo mushy.
lovecakes~~stars to cmr, be
Ah, it makes me think of Auden's "A Thanksgiving".....
Fondly I ponder You all:
Without You I couldn't have managed
even my weakest of lines.
reaches to the depths of my being
and truly
never fails me
poems of love are woven
in the clear night of moons
and roses~~
you are the night
and made of tree frogs'
shiny songs
you are the morning
and your sun
is a giraffe
it is your Birthday
everday
cuz you're special
and i like you
and i love CAKE,
too
"I wanna love you madly..."
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
everybody
lets make a bright pinata
and burst
it
spilling poems and trees
and marshmallowy surprises
and i'm weird
but
if what you say is True
this sorta-poem
will do
will do
it is best to either
1. scream redundant curses at them
or
2. put them in a stew
yum-yummy-yum-yum
The nectar of the Gods (or Poets)!
Gods/Poets.....same thing
I hold you all in the highest of regards...
that's it, when they be but half-baked
we'll shuck their lil shells
ahhh.....
when a poem fails
it shall still Serve the Greater Good
GET IN MAH BELLY
and then, it shall be
cuz
Sometimes a Poem Fills
(goulet, your presence has been missed, i assure you!)
Goethe..." hmmm i've a Kierkegaard Poem myself Somewhere...
and just now my eyes enjoyed
from "A Mosaic for Marianne Moore"
"For poems dolphin-graceful as a cart from Sweden
our thank-you should be a right
good salvo of bark: it's much too muffled to say
'how well and with such unfreckled integrity
it has all been done.' "
~~~
SUMER IS ICUMEN IN
(13th century)
Sing cuccu, nu. Sing cuccu.
Sing cuccu. Sing cuucu, nu.
Sumer is icumen in,
Lhude sing cuccu.
Groweth sed and bloweth med
And springeth the wude nu,
Sing cuccu.
Awe bleteth after lomb,
Lhouth after calve cu,
Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth,
Murie sing cuccu.
Cuccu, cuccu,
Well singes thu, cuccu,
Ne swik thu naver nu.
and in Chartreuse letters, by Anonymous, my favorite Middle english poet, giggles
Oh, I've had a better idea! That site "poetry search engine". Now, if I type in "verteth...."
or better still,
"dogpiss deathwish...."
(but, logically speaking,
ah, anyhoo
scenario--in a meadow
we're happy
all the fourlegged friends are happy too
frisking and farting and singing cuckoo
In comes Spring
(it is officially one degree now here/where's spring)
Anyway, we digress............:)
this one,
my lover!
If one
line could
change a
life, create
a whole
new order
of this
world, turn
it inside
out, and
upside down,
shake it
quivering into
a whole
new life,
then this--
one line
(smiling, as
two lines
became one):
"for the words are never shiny as the stars
and i cannot photograph the rhythmic light of longing."
taken from
our duet
thread (hard
to believe
written now,
two years ago
and before
we'd even
met!), still
links us,
forever as
published together,
first time,
the forgotten
'zine of
our finding,
and if
there was
one piece
of all
those 200,
or all
those before,
or after,
or still,
this is
the One--
from my
One, to
me, that
probably always
will be,
of all your
most wonderful,
the One,
that brought
us to
this life
together,
& this still
grabs me
by the
heart and
yanks me
by its
strings,
takes it
to a whole
new level,
changed our
world, forever,
brought bliss,
to be followed,
and opened
doors to
our now
remembered future.
And now,
I long
no "more".
I love you.
You are Beautiful.
I am grateful.
yr boy
phishgod
Ain't gonna roger dat dude
he's smuggled his shit in strange angles
But we think dat he smuggled in food
SEE THERE IS AN EXAMPLE!
in my sad fucked up and elephant man heart, i actually believe YOU phishgod are ed and that poem was to me deb.
but then i dont believe it and now you know how sick i really am.