A to Z Challenge – The letter M – April 15, 2016

A monumental moment
Means meeting mice and men
Whilst mincing in the market place
Maybe marvelling at melons
Mellowly matured …
March marching with the March-hare’s
Marvellous maiden aunt
Maevous Mabel
Like a marionette from a matrix.
Ah yes,
Monumental moments
Monstrously magnetic moments
Like Mao’s March in China
Mages going to Memphis
Mork meeting Mindy and more,
Mommy making muffins …
My my … to marvel is more that meets the eye
Meet me inside the mirror
I’ll be a mysterious mummer
or maybe merry Marc’harit
You be the mystic monk
or maybe Merlin’s Mordred …
Moving through the mirror
We’ll avoid mediocrity
Perhaps making our own monumental moment
a million miles from morning.

© G.s.k. ‘16

Monumental Moments

A to Z Challenge – The letter L – April 15, 2016

lilac tree

Down lilac lanes,
Aligning sweetly the limpid lake
Leading to her Liege
Lady Laura  walked innocent, so leisurely,
Laughing at the jester’s light lechery
Down lilac lanes.

Whispering disloyal lobcock,
Whose poisonous lips did insinuate
Lies unto Laura’s Lord:
“Look, Lady Laura loves her jester,
Liege Lord, see her languid laughter!”
(Whispering disloyal lobcock.)

Luciferin green-eyed monster,
Lived inside the Lord’s heart
Leading him into insanity.
He hired loutish loiterers as lynchers,
To stone the two next day.
Luciferin green-eyed monster.

Down lilac lanes
Whispering disloyal lobcock
Luciferin green-eyed monster
[A tragic ending]

© G.s.k. ‘16

(Unfortunately, yesterday I didn’t write nor indeed even visit my blog … so today I’ll be doing the writing I had planned to do yesterday.)

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(the form is called “L’Eco” –

Here’s the structure of the form:

  • A four stanza poem
  • Word count 3-5-4-6-6-3 (except for the last stanza)
  • The first and last lines repeat in each stanza.
  • The fifth line is the same in each stanza throughout the poem
  • The last stanza is a four line “conclusion” where each of the first lines of the poem  echo – the fourth line [closed in brackets]  ties the whole poem up.

the word count is: 3 – 5 – 4 – 6 – 6 – 3 – last stanza 3-3-3-3 last line [in brackets]

Written for Gradmama 2011 – L is for Library (A-Z Challenge) who reminded me of this form.

A to Z Challenge – The Letter K – April 13, 2016

The Fisher King

Knell before the Fisher King
Kind kinsman and knight
Sit thee at the king’s knee
Then join us at his table.
Kegs of beer and wine we’ll open,
His kitchen and kettles will be emptied,
As each course is served to you,
In kaleidoscopic variety.
Oh but noble kindred knight,
(Heed the kyrielle I’ll recite
For the karmic keeper of the grail)
Save our Fisher King’s
Kingship, kingdom and kin!
Be keener than kenless* Percival
Keep faith and ask to know,
Why wounded knights and
Bloodied knives and a grail
Parade between each course.
Know that knowledge is wisdom
And a balsam to body and soul,
Our King will be healed at last
And your knightly quest fulfilled.

© G.s.k. ‘16

*kenless … without knowledge

The Many Versions of “The Fisher King”

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A to Z Challenge – The Letter J – April 12, 2016

jujube tree

jujube tree

In Jupiter’s jungle grow jujubes and junipers,
be-jewelled with jaded leaves and juicy fruits.
Julianne or Jennifer joyed in the fruits
And often junketed into the jungle.

Juno became jealous when her be-jowled
jovial old satyr went *jocking into the jungle,
looking for Julianne or Jennifer
Junketing for jujube fruits.

“Justice!” thought Juno,
(Juggling her Japanese
Jewelled shuriken)
“Justice and revenge!”

Justifiably worried, Jennifer was well read,
She avoided the jovicentric
Jungle as much as she could
Refusing to junket with Julianne again.

Julianne, a juvenile jitterbug queen,
Jubilantly jazz danced with Jupiter
‘Til his joints were like jellybeans,
Effectively curtailing his amorous jousting.

But Juno was jealous just the same
Unjustifiably jaundiced against women,
(Jupiter just could do Juno no wrong)
Until a certain joker Jinn jumped in.

With its Janus face, jolly and jeering,
The Jinn jostled her into being just!
She turned the tables and jocularly,
With Jacobean judiciousness,
Jiggled jellyfish into the Jovian jock strap.

© G.s.k. ‘16

*jocking: to engage in flirtatious behavior with another; to crush on someone; to hit on someone Brandon, constantly laughing, smiling, lightly touching and generally talking up a storm, was jocking Amanda.
by Anonymous May 22, 2003
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A to Z challenge – Alliteration Poem (The Letter I) – April 11, 2016

 

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Photo by Morgan Dragonwillow

 

Isabella and Isidoro
Imperial twins
From the Indigo Inner sea,
Indulged and strong-willed,
Wished to invoke an Indian Idol
In search of Inspiration.
Unfortunately,
The idolatrous priests
Irritated the innocent youth,
Since they indulgently ironized
(Irritating and insistently)
Upon the incongruous ideology
Of imperial illumination,
Scientific imperatives
And inspiring idolatry.
Ergo,
In the dead of night,
The twins invoked the idol
Without priestly interference,
(Since they were intoxicated
Inside  their inner sanctum,
A state most ingeniously induced
by an ithania felfea infusion
mixed inside the evening coffee).
The invitation to the idol issued,
The Imperial infants waited
Indolently
Playing intricate cat’s cradles.
Inconveniently,
No inspiration was invoked,
But golden ichor flowed
Endowing Isabella and Isidoro
With immortality
“Impossible and inconceivable!”
They intoned.

© G.s.k. ‘16

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A to Z Challenge – The letter H – April 10, 2016

 

“How ditty-do
How do you do and mercy-bow ku!”
Outside the hospice
Howitzer Howie
Hollered horribly.
“Hello, howdie – How are ya?”
Hetty heard the
Hunted haunted man and shuddered:
His hat was askew o’er
His head of red-hennaed hair,
But what halted her were
His horrified hollow eyes.
“How did this happen?
What hell hazed his brain?”
Hetty hushedly whispered
As she resumed to hustled away.
No one can know
What the Howies and Harrys
And nameless homeless heroes
Are hostages,
Except maybe some historians
Like Harold who studies
War and battles
including the Battle of Hamel
of 1918
Where Howie fought
and was lost.

© G.s.k. ‘16

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Unfortunately I missed writing yesterday as I was very busy and couldn’t post.  So for the A to Z Challenge I’m writing today, Sunday, which usually is a free day … and I’ll be writing later today to make up for yesterday’s  missing NaPoWriMo.  Bastet

A to Z Challenge – The Letter G – April 8, 2016

On the groaning agrestic table
Gastronomic goodness abounded
Gracefully arrayed.
Greengrocer’s plants galore,
All gloriously arranged beginning with
Giant grapes and plump gooseberries
Grapefruits, guavas and galia melons glistening.
Granulated sugar
Blended with eggs, milk and
Fresh ground grain flour
Were agreeably transformed into
Griddlecakes!
(Graced with golden syrup
And fresh ground ginger root)
Guiltily in their gluttony
Gourmets tipple with grappa and dry gin
Whilst gusseted gypsy queens
Girlishly gobble green tea gelato!
Glorious yes quite glorious
Was the cold gazpacho
It temped both great and small!
And the vision grew with more marvels still …
Until in the grey morning was heard:
“Great gads!”
(It was Gregory who  groaned grievously
As he glanced upon all the goodness.)
“Give me the gift of a gourmand’s gut
So that I might taste it all.”

© G.s.k. ‘16

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A to Z Challenge – The Letter F – April 7, 2016

Fending freely
In fields and forests
Foraging for food
From trees and vines:
Fungi, flowers and fruits
Maybe field mice
Or frogs and fish.
Feasting at times
At others,
Frankly frugal repasts!
Formidably
Our forefathers
Fended for millennium thus!
Following food with the seasons
Frightened sometimes freezing.
Finally,
First feeble weapons were fashioned
Then fire was fabricated
Finally farms were founded
Furnishing families with food
In abundance!
But fatally
Fortifications, fratricide and fallacious fantasies
Of supposed superiority
Followed forthwith;
Filthying men’s minds,
Undermining faithful friendships,
Fomenting frustration and felons.
Fine, fine fare thee well!

© G.s.k. ‘16

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A to Z Challenge – The Letter E – April 6, 2016

Even as the evening waned
elfish shadows elongated
elegant, evidently ephemera,
they evaporated ensnared
in exquisite ethereal branches
as they explored ethics and
expounded with erudite eloquent enunciations
their elocutions
expunging evil ensnaring interpretations
of a scatological elite
enabling enduring peace
even among mankind’s
eccentric entertaining evangelion*
proponents of every persuasion.

evening elves
elevating lives
exploring
peace ethics
expound with erudition
exquisite reason

© G.s.k. ’16

*The word evangelical has its etymological roots in the Greek word for “gospel” or “good news”: ε’υαγγέλιον (evangelion), from eu- “good” and angelion “message”.  Here I’m not interested in its evolution through the middle ages in regards to Christianity; whether Protestantism or the reformation of the Catholic Church.   I’m referring to all those who repute themselves to be the harbingers and messengers of “good tidings” and are usually the proponents of disaster … in a religious or other sense – Christian or otherwise.   So I left the word in it’s Latinized Greek form.

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A to Z Challenge – The Letter D – April 5, 2016

Moulin Rouge Toulouse-Lautrec Paintings – 1890

Delightful Daphne,
Dowager dame
from Dorroughby downs
Danced (dusting daisies) at dawn
In damask digs,
Dumbfounding Daft old Dan!
(Doubting his eyes
Daft Dan did declare:
“Damn, I’m dreaming drivel!”)
Alas duly assured,
The delighted demented debaucher
Dropped down on his knees
Declaring his demise
If she denied his devotion.
Diffident in her dishevelment
Daphne demurred daintily,
Declaring:
“Devotion does demand a
Desirous dedication,
Disregard for dithering declarations
and I do mean durable discretion.
Do declare; “I Do! My dotty devotee”
Then dignify your declaration
With delightful deportment:
Dancing through the daisies
Disrobed at dawn with me!”

© G.s.k. ’16

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