Dawn Is a Feeling, A Beautiful Ceiling

Dawn is a Feeling, A Beautiful Ceiling

Dawn is a feeling, a beautiful ceiling
and I have a feeling that today may be the lucky one.
Welcome along the way the sun’s rays
never do I grow weary, my eye always teary

In welcoming in the day and the morn.
So much in the sunrise is just like a surprise.

Awake! And meet the brand new dawn.

Feel it all around you,
earthen creatures all abound.
Every living thing just yawns,
love the freshly mowed lawn.
In the grass there at home,
never do I grow weary, my eye, alas is teary.
Grounded and surrounded by the dawn.

A beautiful feeling, a much missed sunrise.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,
everyone would surely agree,
at sunrise the chance to be reborn.
Up with the rooster at the crack of dawn.
The darkness lessens and is withdrawn,
inside the old fountain, there on the lawn.
Feeling his new wings Charlie takes flight.
Up to the sky in the blink of an eye the light
lights up the morn. Dawn is a feeling and beautiful

Ceiling. I think today’s the day for our man,
earned his gold star so let’s strike up the band.
In the sun’s early rays in this marshy glade
Look upon his form before he starts to fade.
In the sun’s brilliant haze in this magic grove,
never do I grow weary, my eye, although is teary.
Gold dust sparkling in the misty morning love.

Hour twenty three, 7am
Dawn is a Feeling, A Beautiful Ceiling
(form Acrostic/loose couplets w/ refrain )
Charlie the Mayfly.

v.j.calone

Hour13

Fairies, where are you?

You were celebrated

two days ago and

I made a wish.

Will I see you soon?

Will my wish come true?

Hour 23- Lady Midnight

An unequal world served as her beckoning,

It was an everyday battle for her every right,

She vowed to be a queen in the tyranny of the king.

Looking for passages and tunnels for hiding,

She moved silently in the cover of the night.

The unequal world served as her beckoning.

Knew when to attack and when to take a swing,

To come back and live for another fight,

She’d be a queen in the tyranny of the king.

She spent her time training and waiting, biding,

Taught herself lessons from a helpful knight.

The unequal world would surely cause her beckoning,

Paid her dues and hellfire she did bring,

The guards and the king froze at the sight.

She knew she’d be a queen in the tyranny of the king.

She christened herself Queen at her own crowning,

With the blessing of the universe under the starlight,

In an unequal world, which served as her beckoning,

She was the queen in a tyranny of the king.


Note: The poem is a ‘Villanelle’, which follows the following rhyme scheme: ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA; with Line 1 and 6, 12, 18 the same and Line 3 and 9, 15, 19 the same as well.

The Woman With A Top Hat

The woman with a top hat

had to dress up like a man

Opinions of mysogonists

switched up to laws

with no argument debate

or basic common decency

Cut her hair

Tweeked her name

Said she would be God D*****

if she was gonna be jacked

She wasn’t gonna give back

her 50% her half of the empire

that females helped to builld

So now she calls herself ROB

She gets to keep her autonomy

Not to mention her humanity

 

 

 

 

Venus de Milo as a Tree

The tree trunk twisted counter-clockwise
Thick bark spiraling upwards
Age tired branches above
Tended to finally fail under the weight of rain

It reminded everyone of the Venus de Milo
Twisting in the same direction
Old beyond what anyone could fathom
Having seen more than their share

Their limbs severed over time
Never detracting from their beauty

Costume Design

Build for me the fanciest sleeves any audience member ever could dream

Apply on my arms the thickest foundation any artist ever could spray on me

Prompts 23, The Information

I was to interview Martin Amis, who was in town
for a reading of the book, which had gained some bad blood.

In England, A.S. Byatt was leading a one-woman battalion
claiming Amis’ sizeable advance was so to pay alimony.

I was so blissed out to interview Amis, that I went out and celebrated
my pending interview by getting a spring cold.

It was deemed that since I had no fever, I could keep Amis
as though I’d let my fellow contributors nab him.

So, I hoofed it over to the Plaza hotel where he was staying,
excited and a little high on cold meds.

When Amis interviewed Capote, he mentioned asking Capote
to sign In Cold Blood ; my editor was dubious my asking likewise.

I arrived early, sans my copy of The Information, a decision
I still kick myself for today, and ordered a cup of tea.

While I waited for the tea, who should walk in but Amis,
glancing around and seeing me with pen and recorder came over.

After introductions, Amis drew out a piece of paper to show me;
on a cocktail napkin, someone had solicited his time.

Amis was genuinely confused and seemed to be seeking confirmation
that this was an odd overture; I agreed that it was.

As fascinating as was the conversation, I never was able to drop
my recorder and retrieve that cup of tea before it turned cold.

Loved

People say: I love you

I like you

I need you

this shows they love you

God says: I love you

I created you

because I wanted you.

this is love too.

powerful thoughts

to hold in your heart

you are loved

in so many ways.