Poem Seven
You try to go unnoticed
But I see you
You think nobody cares about you
But I care for you
I try talking to you to help
But you walk a way
And you still think
Nobody will care when your gone
Destiny
And maybe it’s not destiny
that we end up together,
but it sure was fate that
brought out our warm weather.
And perhaps it’s not fortune
that we’ll hold on now or ever,
but it sure is inevitable
that I’ll love you forever.
Pen and Ink
Taken off the site due to personal reasons!
If you are a marathoner and want to read this one, just let me know! 🙂
Shakespeare with a Twist
Romeo and Juliet, star crossed lovers of yore,
Destined to a heartless end by familial animus
Forever doomed forever more,
Succumbing to the patriarchal rivalries
How so this adolescent aspiration
Saw through this acrimony,
And dreamed of bliss and celebration,
and matrimonial ceremony.
The treachery of the apothecary,
The missed communication,
Left poor Romeo aghast and solitary,
And tainted with suicidal persuasion.
And we, the heartbroken audience had hoped
How much more joyous if they had just eloped.
© 2014 D. Edward Croy
New take on an old classic: among the poppies!
Dorothy was not in Kansas anymore.
A good witch with a twinkly wand, portly munchkins- trebles in their voices, a yellow brick road. A man made of straw, a man made of tin- both walking and talking but lacking vital organs! A scaredy lion, weeping aloud; A gleaming emerald city, a horse of many colours, a wizard-disillusionment! Wicked witch who melts in water, crystal ball, fainting spells, flying monkeys! Slippers made of rubies, and a spell for homecoming…
And she woke among the poppies- just not in Kansas! 😉
Forgotten
In silence
The bird calls to the winds,
But no one hears its voice,
And it is forgotten,
And it is alone.
Seventh Post: Dear Doctor
Dear Doctor
Here you are again,
On our TV screens again.
Showing us that it’s what’s inside
That matters, no matter the face.
One person can make a difference,
Fixing things with a screwdriver –
One thing at a time.
Call you, in your little blue box,
You will be there, answering our need for help.
Taking over Saturday evenings,
Science fiction and fantasy on prime-time again,
Flying the flag for imagination and creativity.
You may be fiction,
But your message is true.
And you inspire so many,
To be their best,
To be real.
This is it
Strange shadows reside in my path
Unseen arms encircling me around
Don’t know my future
Don’t know my past
Whatever it is it is THIS moment
Heat of this moment accentuates
My heart beat
This very moment is
All lit-up,
Rest is dark
Why would I want to
Waste this moment
This is my and mine
Moment…
There is no future nor past
This is the living soul
Right here right now
Glory of this moment
Enhances the life,
As it is…NOW
Seema Sahoo – ©
Cinderella Poem 8
Oh Cinderella
You cleaned house so well
Now you sit in a castle
Making others unwell
You once were a beauty
Covered in poverty and soot
But seriously honey
Your life needs the boot
You whine and you cry
Like all rich folk do
So tell me woman
What happened to you?
Prince Charming my ass
He’s a womanizing whore
He plays you like poker
He always wants more
You pillage the land
Wearing platinum and silk
What happened to the soul
Of someone born in your ilk?
Oh Cinderella
Remember who you are
You one had a heart
You once were a star
Go play in the mud
Put some dirt on your face
Go scrub a floor
Get out of that place
Go have a dance
Spit on a sister or two
Forget this princess stuff
Get back to you!
“limited word” prompt
Directions:
- Take a piece of paper, and fold it in half.
- In the left-hand column, make a list of your 26 favorite words, 1 for each letter, A-Z.
- Using Google or a thesaurus, find a synonym for each of the 26 words. The synonyms need not start with the same letter as the original word. Write each word’s synonym in the right column next to it.
- Use the righthand-column words as a limited vocabulary with which to craft a poem. The only additional words you may add to the poem (for the sake of clarity) are: the, is, are, & and.
DO feel free to pluralize words (i.e. “sun” versus “suns”), deviate from proper syntax (i.e. using a noun as a verb or an adjective as a noun), to reconjugate non-verb verbs for the sake of clarity (i.e. “turntable” to “turntabled”), and use wordplay (i.e. “sons” versus “suns”).
DON’T re-conjugate preexisting verbs (i.e. “love” to “loved”).
Note: This prompt was inspired by the concept behind Aaron Kunin’s book The Sore Throat, a collection of poems crafted from a limited vocabulary of approximately 50 words total. Its subtle power is epic. I highly, highly recommend it.