Archive for the ‘Poetry’ Category

Three Things to Remember!

November 20, 2018

Here is a poem by William Blake that struck a chord with me today.

Three Things to Remember

A Robin Redbreast in a cage,
Puts all Heaven in a rage.

A skylark wounded on the wing
Doth make a cherub cease to sing.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be beloved by men.

The Thinker!

November 13, 2018

I have always been a fan of puns, wordplay, limericks, etc.  So, when I discovered this collection of limericks, I just couldn’t resist sharing one from time to time.  This one was authored by John Ciardi.

The Thinker

There was a young fellow who thought
Very little, but thought it a lot.
Then at long last he knew
What he wanted to do,
But before he could start, he forgot.

Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains . . . Lots of Limericks selected by Myra Cohn Livingston

The Widower!

October 22, 2018

Here is a wonderful poem by Rudyard Kipling . . . thinking of Dad on his birthday.

The Widower

For a season there must be pain
For a little, little space
I shall lose the sight of her face,
Take back the old life again
While She is at rest in her place.

For a season this pain must endure,
For a little, little while
I shall sigh more often than smile
Till time shall work me a cure,
And the pitiful days beguile.

For that season we must be apart,
For a little length of years,
Till my life’s last hour nears,
And, above the beat of my heart,
I hear Her voice in my ears.

But I shall not understand
Being set on some later love,
Shall not know her for whom I strove,
Till she reach me forth her hand,
Saying, “Who but I have the right?”
And out of a troubled night
Shall draw me safe to the land.


The Kraken!

September 20, 2018

According to wikipedia, the kraken is “a legendary cephalopod-like sea monster of giant size that is said to dwell off the coasts of Norway and Greenland.”  And despite being featured in several movies, I still most enjoy the poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson . . .

Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee
About his shadowy sides; above him swell
Huge sponges of millennial growth and height;
And far away into the sickly light,
From many a wondrous grot and secret cell
Unnumbered and enormous polypi
Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green.
There hath he lain for ages, and will lie
Battening upon huge sea worms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

The Gnat and the Gnu!

September 11, 2018

I have always been a fan of puns, wordplay, limericks, etc.  So, when I discovered this collection of limericks, I just couldn’t resist sharing one from time to time.  This one was authored by Oliver Herford.

The Gnat and the Gnu

“How absurd,” said the gnat to the gnu,
“To spell your queer name as you do!”
“For the matter of that,”
Said the gnu to the gnat,
“That’s just how I feel about you.”

Source: A Bundle of Birdbrains . . . Lots of Limericks selected by Myra Cohn Livingston

The Call of the Sea!

August 20, 2018

I have long felt the allure of the sea (or coastal seaside).  Whether it be the soothing lapping of the tidal waters upon a shore, or the random breaking of the white caps further out to sea, I find the sound and the rhythm of the ocean both mesmerizing and comforting.  I can just sit on the beach and listen, or sit on the deck of a cruise ship and watch the gentle (or sometime wild) undulation of the sea and be equally relaxed . . . it reminds me of the poem by Emily Dickinson “Exultation is the Going.”

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses—past the headlands—
Into deep Eternity—

Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

The Hawk!

July 21, 2018

Now that we are in the dogs days of summer, I’m reminded of the lyrics  from the Rogers and Hammerstein musical, Oklahoma,  . . . “Oklahoma, ev’ry night my honey lamb and I . . . Sit alone and talk, and watch a hawk, makin lazy circles in the sky.” And speaking of hawks, here is a poem by W.B. (William Butler) Yeats entitled “The Hawk.”

“CALL down the hawk from the air;
Let him be hooded or caged
Till the yellow eye has grown mild,
For larder and spit are bare,
The old cook enraged,
The scullion gone wild.’
“I will not be clapped in a hood,
Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist,
Now I have learnt to be proud
Hovering over the wood
In the broken mist
Or tumbling cloud.’
“What tumbling cloud did you cleave,
Yellow-eyed hawk of the mind,
Last evening? that I, who had sat
Dumbfounded before a knave,
Should give to my friend
A pretence of wit.’

Early Summer!

June 21, 2018

On this, the longest day of the year (in the northern hemisphere), we mark the onset of summer; which also marks the official end of spring . . . so humor me as I share the following poem . . . a day late from its title.  Please enjoy the following poem (in the public domain) by the 18th-century poet, James Thomson

Late Spring

At length the finished garden to the view
Its vistas opens and and its alleys green.
Snatched through the verdant maze, the hurried epye
Distracted wanders; now the bowery walk
Of covert close, where scarce a speck of day
Falls on the lengthened gloom, protracted sweeps;
Now meets the bending sky, the river now
Dimpling along , the breezy ruffled lake,
The forest-darkening round, the glittering spire,
The ethereal mountain, and the distant main.
But why so far excursive? when at hand,
Along these blushing borders bright with dew,
And in yon mingled wilderness of flowers,
Fair-handed Spring unbosoms every grace —
Throws out the snow-drop and the crocus first,
The daisy, primrose, violet darkly blue,
And polyanthus of unnumbered dyes;
The yellow wall-flower, stained with iron brown,
And lavish stock, that scents the garden round:
From the soft wing of vernal breezes shed,
Anemones; auriculas, enriched
With shining meal o’er all their velvet leaves;
And full ranunculus of glowing red.
Then comes the tulip-race, where beauty plays
Her idle freaks: from family diffused
To family, as flies the father-dust,
The varied colours run; and, while they break
On teh charmed eye, teh exulting florist marks
With secret pride the wonder of his hand.

The Joy of Limericks!

May 21, 2018

Happy Monday!  Let’s get the work week off to a humerous start.  When someone mentions “limericks” my minds drifts to the seemy side of the genre (usually not fit to be repeated in public).  However, I ran across a few “cleaner” limericks the other day and thought them worthy of a share.  Enjoy!

There was a young lady named Bright,
Who traveled much faster than light,
She started one day
In the relative way,
And returned on the previous night.


When Daddy and Mum got quite plastered,
And their shame had been thoroughly mastered,
They told their boy, Harry:
‘Son, we never did marry.
But don’t tell the neighbors, you bastard.’


There was an old party of Lyme,
Who married three wives at a time,
When asked ‘Why the third?’
He replied, ‘One’s absurd,
And bigamy, sir, is a crime.’


There was a young man who said ‘Damn!
It appears to me now that I am
Just a being that moves
In predestined grooves,
Not a taxi, or bus, but a tram.’


There was a faith-healer of Deal,
Who said, ‘Although pain isn’t real,
If I sit on a pin
And it punctures my skin,
I dislike what I fancy I feel.’


A young schizophrenic named Struther,
When told of the death of his brother,
Said, ‘Yes, it’s too bad
But I can’t feel too sad —
After all, I still have each other.’

Source: Comic Poems, selected and edited by Peter Washington

“Born on a Monday . . . !”

April 23, 2018
Happy Monday!  I rewatched the movie The Accountant the other day and was reminded of the poem “Solomon Grundy.”  Until this movie, I had never heard of this poem, but Ben Affleck’s autistic character was taught to use this poem as a calming mechanism (repeatedly reciting the poem to himself when he is in stressful situations).   He recites the shorter version, but I discovered that there was a longer version as well.  And, if you have not seen the movie The Accountant, I give it two thumbs up.  It is a very entertaining, star-studded (Ben Affleck, Anna Kendrick, J.K. Simmons, Jon Bernthal, Jean Smart, and John Lithgow) crime thriller.  Enjoy!  
Short version
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Grew worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
That was the end,
Of Solomon Grundy.
Long version
Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday,
Christened on a stark and stormy Tuesday,
Married on a grey and grisly Wednesday,
Took ill on a mild and mellow Thursday,
Grew worse on a bright and breezy Friday,
Died on a gray and glorious Saturday,
Buried on a baking, blistering Sunday.
That was the end of Solomon Grundy.