Politician - Parody after Stephen SPENDER - Airman
Politician
He will watch the poll with no indifferent eye,
most pitifully, -
not on those voters who once cheered him, now
will strain his brow.
Weapons men use, mud-slinging, smear, tapped telephone,
all these he’s known.
This aristocrat, superb, until instinct
with death close-linked,
had faced the amorphous crowd, almost had won
war on the sun, ...
til now, ... like Icarus mid-ocean drowned,
his hopes unfound.
[c] Jonathan Robin parody written 7 August 1991 after Stephen SPENDER 1909_1995 - Airman
Airman
He will watch the hawk with an indifferent eye
Or pitifully:
Nor on those eagles that so feared him, now
Will strain his brow;
Weapons men use, stone, sling, and strong-thewed bow
He will not know.
This aristocrat, superb of all instinct,
With death close-linked
Had paced the enormous cloud, almost had won
War on the sun;
Till now, like Icarus mid-ocean drowned,
Hands, wings, are found.
Stephen SPENDER 1909_1995
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Icarus Fell
Icarus tried to feel wonderful,
He could try at least to fly,
But instigators of happiness were beautiful.
Instead of flight, the tragic became
A comical effect as he flew
And wings were aflutter and warm.
Near the ocean, his Sun was against him,
For dripping was the oil into ocean,
And diving was the maniac, all numb.
Icarus is still aiming for life,
But he sighs and he drowns,
With water as his foe and wife.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Great poetry is always written by somebody straining to go beyond what he can do.
quote by Stephen Spender
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US may YOU/ME replace
Make fairyland from rocky start to rose
Advancing, wings unfurled, to greet new dawn,
Uniting hopes and dreams, fears put to scorn
Delight shines bright, osmosis fresh glows, sows
Enchantment where one might say shells would close,
Chose to shun outward shows while heart forlorn
Mocked self-sustaining fantasy, would mourn
Amazing grace deprived of love's dew flows.
US may YOU/ME replace as heart's heart knows
Divinity, where two, divided, torn,
Expected little, giving much. Reborn
Connections linked, two, close, may blooms unclose.
Meter, rhyme, combine with feelings rich,
Change destiny from dread's bled threads' cross stitch.
[c] Jonathan Robin acrostic sonnet Maude C written 11 June 2008
poem by Jonathan Robin
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When Icarus Did Fall
When Icarus did fall
his wings were scorched,
when Icarus did fall
a bolt of lightning did strike him
in the sea near to a island,
to help him there were nobody
when Icarus did fall
poem by Gert Strydom
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Aristocrat
Behold the lion, the noble cat,
Defiant all day long.
The perfect, great aristocrat,
Majestic and so strong.
Profound provider for the pride,
Tenacious and extreme.
A fierce some creature! Run and hide!
Don't stare as in a dream!
Adorned, he stands, with golden mane,
So regal and refined!
Up close, he snarls with bold disdain!
Why should he fear Mankind?
Perhaps you've studied in College
And learnt a thing or two...
Survival skills give him the edge...
He'll get the best of you!
Yes, courage is his middle name,
His bravery's well-known,
Each eye is like a fiery flame,
Each tooth is hard as stone.
Each claw extends as tension grows,
As instincts change his mood!
It's then the lion truly knows,
It's time to hunt for food...
Like him, I think I'll stay alert...
I think he'd understand
That I won't risk my getting hurt...
I'll never shake his hand!
I won't approach and stroke his fur
Or pat him on the head...
The only thing that would occur,
Is that I'd end up dead!
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Aristocrat'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Religion stands, the Church blocking the sun.
quote by Stephen Spender
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Laying Back - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sitting Duck - Parody Harry Graham - Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Duck
Squire Squint, banging at a pheasant,
pranged, instead, a sitting duck, -
Said he, “It is a bit unpleasant
for hitting peasant to come unstuck ! ”
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Sitting Bull
Squire Squint, aiming at a pheasant,
maimed instead a stting bull,
turned tail, - but ‘tis the bull at present
frames the ears, keeps leg to pull!
1 August 1991,21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Laying Back
Squire Squint, swatting a mosquito,
missed the pest but slipped a disc, -
discomfort followed and a veto
from Doctor Best for reckless risk.
21 July 2006 Parody Harry GRAHAM Ruthless Rhymes
Ruthless Rhymes
Père repère quelques cris
de ses très chers, - frères ennemis,
Il noie les trois, ensuite il dit: -
‘Vus, pas sentis, - pauvres chéris! ’
17 August 1977
Ruthless Rhymes
Father heard his children scream
so he threw them in the stream,
saying, as he drowned the third,
‘Children should be seen, not heard’
Harry GRAHAM 1874_1936
poem by Jonathan Robin
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History is the ship carrying living memories to the future.
quote by Stephen Spender
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Auguries of Innocence after William Blake Auguries of Innocence - The Bat
Auguries of Innocence I
The bat that blocked will fall, Time’s sway
will bowl both balls and pads away.
Auguries of Innocence II
The bat that flits too close will leave
a brain too tight, which won’t believe...
Auguries of Innocence III
The bat that sucks will even out
red, white, - leave blue without a doubt...
[c] Jonathan Robin parody William Blake Auguries of Innocence – The Bat 29 July 1991 – Parodies Robert BLAKE – Auguries of Innocence
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Auguries of Innocence – The Bat
The bat that flits at close of eve
has left the brain that won’t believe.
Auguries
The bat that blocks at close of play
stays on to hit another day.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
quote by Edith Sitwell
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I think of those who were truly great. The names of those who in their lives fought for life, Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
quote by Stephen Spender
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When you read and understand a poem, comprehending its rich and formal meanings, then you master chaos a little.
quote by Stephen Spender
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Martyr Stephen Was By An Angry Mob Killed
Saul actively present when first Christian
martyr Stephen was by an angry mob killed;
assumed responsibility of guarding clothes
of all who zealously to death stoned Stephen.
For is it not written?
'At this they covered their ears
and, yelling at the top of their voices,
they all rushed at him, (Stephen)
dragged him out of the city and began
to stone him. Meanwhile, the witnesses
laid their clothes at the feet
of a young man named Saul.
While they were stoning him, Stephen
prayed, 'Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.'
Then he fell on his knees
and cried out, 'Lord, do not hold this sin
against them.' When he had said this,
he fell asleep. (To death Stephen
was by the mob executed.) Acts 7: 57-60.
Split imaging from the poem ‘Transformation Inquisition Saul Into Paul Of Tarsus'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Ocean Rose (An Homograph/Homonym Poem) ...
The Ocean Rose
Scent Of The Sea
Brisk Blue-Green Perfume
Of Serenity
The Ocean Rose
Blossomed Open
Drowned Its Hook-Thorns
To Let Hope In
The Ocean Rose
Within A Vase
Of Exquisite, Exotic
Deep Seabed Base
The Ocean Rose
Sat Like A Prize On
A Jeweled Box
Below A Horizon
The Ocean Rose
To Touch The Sky
Drunk The Tears
That Seagulls Cry
Beyond Our Reach
Below Our Nose
But Before Our Eyes
The Ocean Rose
The Ocean Rose
By Sunset Glows
And Thru Storms and Rains
It Thrives and Grows
So Far Away
Yet Ever Close
It’s Petals Pour
And Stems and Flows
The Ocean Rose
Beneath Rainbows
in Rows After Rows
Its Beauty Shows
Written & ©: 10/5/10
By: The MoonBee
HOMOGRAPHS are words that are spelled the same but have different meanings.
HOMONYMS are words that sound alike but have different meanings.
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Doubts
Is it already time to part? So soon
Summer ending just as it begun.
April fools July those glad in June
Brief joysous moments when two felt one.
Essential osmosis, hearts in tune,
Linked life to life-line, seemed strong as sun,
Linked lighthouse beams beneath the moon,
Eternity squandered, its span done.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
quote by Stephen Spender
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To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wintgs on,
testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade,
and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn
of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made!
There below are the trees, as awkward as camels;
and here are the shocked starlings pumping past
and think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well:
larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast
of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings!
Feel the fire at his neck and see how casually
he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling
into that hot eye. Who cares that feel back to the sea?
See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down
while his sensible daddy goes straight into town.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Big Spender
The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction,
A real big spender,
Good looking, so refined.
Say wouldnt you like to know whats going on in my mind?
Let me get right to the point,
I dont pop my cork for every girl I see.
Hey, big spender,
Spend a little time with me.
song performed by by Queen
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