ABC poems are more like word games rather than poetry … the trick is to be able to write them in a poetic fashion instead of just 26 sentences with each letter of the alphabet.
Remembering The Lost Poets – January 13, 2014
Always thinking about them.
Beautiful poets that they were.
Curiously, I keep going back, yet
Daring my mind to move forward.
Eventide will soon be here.
Future verse will never be written,
Glorious tales will go untold … alas,
How lonely the world is now without them.
I didn’t know how much they meant to me.
Just reading their words was pure delight.
Knowing that they read mine, inspired me too!
Longingly I think of them,
Memories though fond, are just not enough,
Numb I sit sometimes for hours…
Onward, I know I must go,
Proud or humble it doesn’t matter.
Quietly I bow my head and say to you:
Remember the beloved ones the others now gone…
Save them in your happiest memories…
Thank fate for the time we had, though brief,
Unwillingly we’ve lost their inspired gifts.
Veiled our minds will lose verses yet to be sung,
Write then with renewed originality, no clones,
Xeroxed copies or sad imitations of classics
Your verses will be alive here inside us,
Zen harmonized we will create new poems for you.
Note: A edit of the same poem written – November 12, 2013
Xanadu Was Lost – September 24, 2014
After the sun’s fully risen
Breakfast and hubby
Call me to the kitchen …
Day has begun, so
Energically I lay out
(Grapes are in season)
Honey with toast … and coffee with milk.
I eat slightly lost, still in my mind
Just a while longer
Kenning a rhyme but not
Munching my toast.
No now I can’t write
Odes or ballads that
Pop into my head,
Quickened by a poem I’d earlier
Suddenly a rhyme …
Tempting and impelling, so
Under the guise of human necessity …
Verses I save remembering Kublai Khan.
While I’m no Coleridge, still, I know,
Xanadu was lost through a person from Porlock, so,
Zippily I copy it before it is gone.
© G.s.k. ‘14
Ex-lovers – 30 October, 2013
Because she was not seductive,
Catty, yet with the qualities of a
Dog, I can’t see what he saw in her.
Ergo, I sit here wondering…
First of course she did him wrong!
Glory be, isn’t it always like that?
He ranted and raved for a few years…
I can assure you it was a bore.
Just when everything began to normalize,
Know what he did? He called!
Let’s just say it didn’t go well,
Maybe because he expected her to be,
Nostalgically remembering him.
Ooops…that’s not how she felt,
Pretty much she told him she was glad they broke-up …
Quite delighted, feeling better without him.
Reason would have it, he’d just move on …
She was now married and had two sons,
The fact of the matter it’s the same with him.
Without thinking things out, he called her:
Xanthippe which pissed her off!
Yes, she yelled a lot and
Zounds! Did the fireworks fly!
Zardoz – 27 October, 2013
Anxiously he argued,
Bucolically, insisting that his point of view,
Certainly was true!
Dogmatic in character,
Empirical yet prejudicial,
Founded on his personal point of view,
Grounded only in his own
Histrionic interpretation of history.
Insistently, he related that his
Judgment was infallible…
Knowledge presented only showed that he Lived in fantasy!
Logically we could follow his
Nervous though he was.
Obviously, his was,
Paranoid view of existence!
Qualifying it thus was
Relatively reasonable after
Seeing him jump onto the table shouting,
Thoroughly out of it, that the
Universe’s leaders but above all the Presidents of the U.S.A. are,
Various entities from parallel
Worlds, supposedly descendents of lizard
Xenotypes attracted to Earth’s
Youth, with who’ve founded a world called: