0265 This is just to say
William,
that I'm glad that you
enjoyed the plums
which I was saving
for breakfast
I'm saving the note
you tacked on the
icebox door
for the divorce
I'm suing for
to show how selfish
you are
and later I'll publish it
to show just how offhand
a poet can be
revenge is
best enjoyed
at leisure
sweet and delicious
as cold plums
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This Is Just To Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
poem by William Carlos Williams (1934)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Epitaph on an Unread Verse after William Carlos Williams' Red Wheelbarrow
This is just to play on plum phrases
hibernating in your brainbox,
which your neurones were probably waiting for
to break free fast.
Forgive me their taste is delicious,
so neat and so bold.
An agèd poet with hollow laughter
swiftly sprayed her incisive syllables
in consonant activity and, yearning,
paid [s]lip service:
so much depends
upon lifelong learning's expectations,
an unread verse [s]pokes for comments,
reigns above lily-livered chicken-hearted critics
before a blank screen.
so much more depends
upon monochromatic ash clouds
glazed with silicates
beside Icelandic
eruptions.
Life is verse role-reversing uninclined ignorance
shadowing dis...inclined ink lined page.
(Revised 3 October 2009 and19 Aptil 2010)
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
William Carlos Williams 1883_1963
Variation on a Theme by William Carlos Williams
1 I chopped down the house that you had been saving to live in next summer. I am sorry, but it was morning, and I had nothing to do and its wooden beams were so inviting.
2 We laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye. Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
3 I gave away the money that you had been saving to live on for the next ten years. The man who asked for it was shabby and the firm March wind on the porch was so juicy and cold.
4 Last evening we went dancing and I broke your leg. Forgive me. I was clumsy and I wanted you here in the wards, where I am the doctor!
Kenneth Koch 1925_20
Epitaph on an Unre[a]d Verse after William Carlos Williams
An aged poet with hollow laughter swiftly sprayed her incisive syllables in consonant activity and, yearning, paid [s]lip service:
so much depends
upon lifelong learning's expectations,
an unread verse [s]pokes for comments,
reigns above white chicken-hearted critics
on a blank screen.
Life is verse role-reversing uninclined ignorance
shadowing an inclined ink lined page.
(Parody William Carlos Williams Epitaph AND The Red Wheelbarrow written 14 September 2008)
Epitaph
An old willow with hollow branches
slowly swayed his few high bright tendrils
and sang:
Love is a young green willow
shimmering at the bare wood's edge.
William Carlos Williams 1883_1963
The Red Wheelbarrow
so much depends
upon
a red
wheelbarrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
William Carlos Williams 1883_1963
The Yellow Goldfish
so much depends
upon
a yellow gold
fish
washed down with bowl
water
inside the white
kitten
William Carlos Williams' Cat Henry BEARD Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow
The T.V. Guide
So much more depends
upon
a universal remote
control
sitting on a coffee
table
beside the TV
Guide
Chris CLOKE - Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow
An Apology
Forgive me
for backing over
and smashing
your red wheelbarrow.
It was raining
and the rear wiper
does not work on
my new plum-colored SUV.
I am also sorry
about the white
chickens.
Frances Jean BERGMANN
Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow
The Red Cadillac
Willie 'Slick' Williams reads William Carlos Williams, then writes a letter to the producers of the TV makeover show 'Pimp My Ride', explaining why his car should be featured on the program.'
so much depends
upon
a red cadillac
slick
with turtle
wax
beside the white
chicks
Reginald O'Hare GIBSON 19_20
Parody William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow
Stuffing WCW
so much depends
upon
sodium erythorbate
and sugar
mixed with salt
water
inside the processed
chickens.
Parody Unknown Author William Carlos Williams The Red Wheelbarrow
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Java Plums
those java plums
are sweet
and round and glossy
and by all means
attractive to the
palate
i am very thirsty
and you leave it on my
table and you
expect me to be just like them all
eat the plums without you
i have forgiven you
i am not eating them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is this just to say
'Shall I be gone long?
Forever and a day.
Where will I go?
Ask my song.'
The sweet cold plums
in the ice-box
were no compensation
for the note attached there
by the adulterer.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Door to the Past
The door is opened to the past,
Success brings up regret,
Saving times and being aghast.
Stations of life amassed,
Ringing on the phone was an asset,
The door is opened to the past.
My joy justified beauty and blast,
Resting was actually on a bayonet,
Saving times and being aghast.
The celebration of a sight is to broadcast,
On the television like the alphabet,
The door is opened to the past.
Messing with systems of life fast,
Creates unemployment and debt,
Saving times and being aghast.
The story is simply one to last,
Enjoying a tale that one has met,
Saving times and being aghast,
The door is opened to the past.
poem by Naveed Akram
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She's Saving Me
we were sitting round a dying fire
somebody lit incense
somebody lit a cigarette
and passed a bottle around
it was just strawberry season
backbreaking pickers in the patches
everythings burning down to ashes
and down to the ground
she's saving me
i don't even think she knows it
it's a strange way to show it as distant as
last nights dream unravels
she's saving me
i'm a very lost soul
i was born with a hole in my heart
the size of my land locked travels
i try to put it aside
but it's too much bigger than me
there's a big brown hawk in the tree
lighting and leaving
and there's tea leaves tossing
heads up pennies in my pocket
dead star like a rocket
the arc of my grieving
she's saving me
i don't even think she knows it
its a strange way to show it
as distant as last nights dream unravels
she's saving me
i'm a very lost soul
i was born with a hole in my heart
the size of my land locked travels
the sky pours out biblical rain
then days so still the beauty gives you pain
the heatwave kills the green
and she remains unseen
but colors up my dreams
with all things blooming
this is not all there is
it's not a kingdom
it's not an angry god
it feels like her
it feels like no fear
it feels like no doubt
it feels like inside out
the ashes stir
she's saving me
i don't even think she knows it
such a strange way to show it as distant as
last nights dream unravels
she's saving me
i'm a very lost soul
i was born with a hole in my heart
the size of my land locked travels
song performed by by Indigo Girls
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fruit Tree
Twilight, soon it will be dark, sparrows are flying back, god knows
where they have been. A flock meet in my plum tree, there is livid
arguing, who is going sit where. My tree doesn’t bear crops, yet
it is a fruit tree, my neighbour says so. I’m a plum tree too grew
up tall and stylish women flocked around me, I married five times
... and not a bloody plum. Grey trunk, limp leaves and when dusk
comes no one sits on my twigs; I have to invent stories of plums
I never had. Fine plums, juicy plums all of them females that never
matured and left me alone to fend for myself in time of solitude.
Night, and in my heart there a is longing for the unfeasible.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Tell Me
I think weve both been here before
There doesnt seem to be much more
My mind is shut, the door is closed
Am I alone?
Were sitting here, were eye to eye
Weve crashed into a wall so high
Fears taken us two prisoners
Can we let go?
Tell me your darkest secret, tell me
Show me what you dont want me to see
Let me in, I want to know you, hold me
Tell me your darkest secret
Ill tell you mine
We used to live for honesty
Trust was our security
Were walking down two different paths
Weve lost our way
Whats wrong with wanting everything
Dark and light and in between
What will be our saving grace?
What can we say?
Unlock the door, come inside
Theres no reason to be afraid
Just talk to me
We can hear the cry of love
It echoes deep and far above
What will be our saving grace?
What will we say?
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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We were saving, saving, saving then going to France and blowing the money eating. She was a nurse and had never experienced fine dining but she loved it, too. Our mates thought it absurd.
quote by Heston Blumenthal
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The Full Catasrophe
Ive ridden down the sunset
Drank expensive wine
Ive been married two dozen times
Raised ten children on a workmans pay
And im glad to say ive enjoyed every day
Of the full catastrophe of life
Ive sat in courtrooms
Had people call me names
Ive been to london town
On a supersonic plane
I was lovin? your wife
While you were lovin? mine
And im glad to say ive enjoyed every day
Of the full catastrophe of life
Ive opened my belt to trouble everyday
Aint looking for a fight
But you know I wont run away
From the full catastrophe of life
Ive seen the goodness
Ive known the baddest around
I was tattooed when it first came out
I shook the hand that showed moses the way
And im glad to say ive enjoyed every day
Of the full catastrophe of life
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poetothemics
No magician can make
Moon: A beautiful lass.
A poet can............
No device can grasp
The language of celestial
A poet can.....
You know! He dug out the beauty
From sorrow and melancholy
Mixed it with wine and enjoyed.
And He, enjoyed the song of her,
language was not known to him.
And He, depicted spirit of revolution
As a spiritual bird.An Albatross.
Bursted he and questioned to me.
'What device a poet has?
How they operated the device? '
I replied..
When a vinsect bites to a poet
Poetothemics activated.
'Never heard such words before! '
Now you heard from me!
He said...A poet can...
............***...........
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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A journey through an interminable poetic landscape
In the midst of the dense thicket
of the poet-milky wood, just beyond the gas pumps
standing as lonely as a trio of crows
waiting for a poet’s metaphor, and just beyond
where the pavement ends,
the road divided:
I took the road less travelled,
- unlike, say, a wise purveyor of ice-cream;
pausing only to think, as the evening
fell like sadness from my cigarette, that
the other road will be for me
for ever, the road I did not take
into the landscape which I did not see,
in the time that will not return;
but the road I took, led past
plum-trees, showering Spring’s wild daffodils
as with a late Spring snow, falling quietly
like the sighs of young slant-eyed girls thinking of love;
I’m glad I took that road; for later, when Autumn
with its mists and mellow plumful fruitiness,
came silently, so silently,
I took that road again; although I’m told
the other road was much the same;
but now, as the brown leaves fell and swirled,
the small, hard plums had fallen;
I took some home, put them in the ice-box;
were they juicy, cold on my morning lips?
No. They’d gone; along with the girl
I’d brought home, and the crate of beer;
just a note on the ice-box door:
‘I used to worship your poetry; now
I know that you’ve sold out… loser…’
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Full Catastrophe
Written by: John Mellencamp
I've ridden down Sunset
I drank expensive wine
I've been married 2 dozen times
Raised ten children on a workman's pay
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life
I've sat in courtrooms
had people call me names
I've been to London town
On a supersonic plane
I was lovin' your wife
While you were lovin mine
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life
I've opened my belt to trouble everyday
Ain't looking for a fight
But you know I won't run away
From the full catastrophe of life
I've seen the goodness
I've known the baddest around
I was tattooed when it first came out
I shook the hand that showed Moses the way
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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All Of This Love
(john paul daniel/chapin hartford/jule medders)
Have you ever seen a wild magnolia
Theres only one place it grows
On the shady banks of the tennessee river
Sheltered, untouched and alone
Theres a place in my heart where nobody has been
And I keep it for you
Theres a door to my dreams and one day youll walk in
And until that day Ill be true
cause I cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love that Im saving for you
All of this love
Cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love
All of this love that Im saving for you
Do you ever feel the ache and the hunger
And do you look for me too
Sometimes at night when I lie awake and I wonder
Shadows of doubt fill my room
And the darkness falls and I stare at the walls
til you come into view
And I picture your face and the time and the place
Youre a dream waiting to come true
And I cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love that Im saving for you
All of this love
Cant wait to see what youll do
With all of this love
All of this love that Im saving for you
All of this love that Im saving for you
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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3
when he wakes up
his thoughts are heavy
like ripe plums,
java he remembers,
big waves, and
volcanic eruptions,
humanity running away
to save what is it
that values themselves
to the right to live
java plums, violet, darker
than that, miserable,
covered by magma,
heights and disbelief
it happened in one
wink, and then one buries
all to forget, like a book
one goes to the next
chapter: this one is about
discovery, happiness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Saving Grace
Without direction I walk the night
I was alone in a single beam of light
One glance and you changed my blues
To a prism of light
A thousand hues
Now I must climb to the rainbows arc
Who knows I might find a halo for your heart
Whenever I'm lost for words
And my whole world is falling apart
You are my saving grace
You are the light of a love everlasting
I find hiding place
In your arms
My one and only
Saving grace
My saving grace
I fought the world with a restless heart
Kept my emotions locked away in the dark
Then you came to build me up
When this world could only tear me apart
You are my saving grace
You are the light of a love everlasting
And I find hiding place in your arms
My one and only
Saving grace
For the rest of your life
You can count on me
To never let you down
When you whisper to me
You give me strength to believe that I can hold on
Somehow
You are my saving grace
You are the light of a love everlasting
I find a hiding place
In your arms
My one and only
Saving grace
You are my light and my love everlasting
And I find a hiding place
In your arms
My one and only
Saving grace
My saving grace....
My saving grace
song performed by by 38 Special
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Saving Grace
If you find it in your heart, can I be forgiven?
Guess I owe you some kind of apology.
Ive escaped death so many times, I know Im only living
By the saving grace thats over me.
By this time id-a thought I would be sleeping
In a pine box for all eternity.
My faith keeps me alive, but I still be weeping
For the saving grace thats over me.
Well, the death of life, then come the resurrection,
Wherever I am welcome is where Ill be.
I put all my confidence in him, my sole protection
Is the saving grace thats over me.
Well, the devils shining light, it can be most blinding,
But to search for love, that aint no more than vanity.
As I look around this world all that Im finding
Is the saving grace thats over me.
The wicked know no peace and you just cant fake it,
Theres only one road and it leads to calvary.
It gets discouraging at times, but I know Ill make it
By the saving grace thats over me.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Silver-Eye
Down among the strawberries,
Up among the plums,
Cheeping in the cherry-tree
When early autumn comes,
In our silver spectacles
And sober olive suits.
We're very, very innocent;
We wouldn't touch your fruits.
Well, maybe just a speckled one,
A windfall here and there.
But raid your precious strawberries?
Oh no, we wouldn't dare.
Behold our bland astonishment,
The charge is quite absurd!
It must have been a parrot
Or some other kind of bird.
It must have been a satin bird;
It must have been a crow.
It couldn't possibly be us;
We are so meek, you know,
With our silver spectacles.
The accusation's vile!
How can you deem us guilty
When we're whistling all the while?
Well, if you've caught us in the act
There's no more to be said.
The plums are blue and succulent,
The strawberries are red.
And who'd refuse a dainty dish
When early autumn comes?
Oh, write a rhyme about us, man,
And pay for all your plums.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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It Is Enjoyed
Just because some things are made to look easy,
Doesn't mean they are.
Because someone enjoys what they do...
Does not mean it is easy for them.
It is enjoyed...
And that is the difference.
There are those who do things and complain.
It may be something simple.
But still their attitudes remain the same.
And there are those who profess to 'like' something...
But the want someone to show them how it is done.
In fact...
If they can find someone to do it for them,
The need for work has been overcomed.
And yet there are those who do things just for a dollar.
That is all they do things for!
And the more money they make...
The more they profess a thing they do is enjoyed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You can't evoke great spirits and eat plums at the same time.
quote by George William Russell
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