Sense of Place challenge - poems

legerdemer

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I will post the poems I've received so far, but will not yet give attributions.

I will allow one more week for comments and for other poems to trickle in - Piscator suggested he might need the extra time.

Come check out the poems!

And keep more coming in, if your muse sparks and sparkles.
 
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1- Face to Face --- Pelegrino

"FACE TO FACE"
(a suite of forms)

I SONNET

It is a strange long name for a place,
unvisited, unknown by you,
but if you could recall that shinning blue,
you would know why its name is "Face to Face".

Approaching on a boat as we still do,
our storage full of fish and calamari,
our memories still heavier to carry,
I keep on blowing on my didgeridoo.

I can produce one pitch, but that's enough,
with that I'll face you if you dare not hide,
and always be so ready to forget,

I hope that our sea-faring won’t be rough,
smoothly on top of waves we could ride,
face me, cause what you see is what you get.

II ACROSTIC

What do you want to know about me?
You do not seem to care even a fig,
See if you would be sport for just one night.
Is it assuring to confirm, I'm big?
What if I say I'm older than the sea,
You would not think this new romance was right?
Get your kicks now, let us start the gig.


III TERZA RIMA

"Face to Face" with what? You cannot see?
Before this game goes out of hand,
it’s obvious, my sunshine, with the sea!

"Face to Face" but you don’t understand?
Must I our common knowledge to confirm?
So obvious, my beauty, with the land!

Technically speaking, an old naval term,
that seamen use it to orientate,
and poets use it when they've got the germ.

You never knew how to endure and wait,
how to avoid this island's hidden shoal,
even as a sea wreck you're much too late.

"Face to Face" with what? With this sea bowl,
don’t have a doubt, you're facing yourself,
your past and present, and your heart and soul.

All of these attributes, my little elf,
charge if you must on me, you still have space,
but don’t pretend again that you are deaf,

like it or not, we're standing face to face…

IV VILLANELLE

You came with me once upon a time,
your wish expressed: "Take me to Paradise",
for consequences let's not give a dime.

I thought that what we did was not a crime,
that morning we had broken the last ice,
you came with me once upon a time.

So , now we wait to hear the clock chime,
meanwhile, look again into my eyes,
for consequences let's not give a dime.

It feels like then, no change in the clime,
you cannot claim this sea was full of lies,
you came with me once upon a time.

Let's try to break through this frozen rime,
re-live love's whispers and primeval cries,
for consequences let's not give a dime.

It was no hard, we are still in our prime,
the mist is gone, restoring our old ties,
you are with me like once upon a time,
for consequences let's not give a dime.


V LIMERICKS

So, this is "Face to Face",
you're up my sleeve an ace,
so good for home use,
combined with booze,
arsenic and old lace.

I'm up your sleeve an ace,
sounds like wild goose chase,
don’t make such a fuss,
I'm a pain in the ass,
cause I win every race.

Run my coyote then, run,
catching you gives me fun,
you're nailed on the floor,
still screaming for more,
when all is said and done.

VI (&VII) ARIA DA CAPO

Aria 1
(recitativo)
Memories are better than life,
or are they?
using a cotton wool knife,
kill the day!

Killing indeed a day,
easier said than done,
unless you find a way
to make this life undone.

You knew there was no way,
but you ignored that fact,
and where we had love-play,
unlovingly we're fucked.

I let it be, no reason,
this dream can't be undone,
this is another season
under another sun.

I'm burning in this place,
perhaps I'll need some crème,
I need another face
to pass into a new dream.

But I prefer your substance,
still present in this blue,
I'm writing with reluctance,
but see if it is true…

refrain
Try as you may,
there is no way
to kill that day,
but that's ok.

This radiant blue,
like then is true,
- are you with me?
- I am with you!
(FINE)

Aria 2

A million dreams,
a million screams,
this is our lezure,
take soul and shape,
this is your rape,
this is my pleasure.

How many times
you have been raped,
it's worth recalling,
when time chimes
we've both been shaped,
this is our calling.

If you admit,
just one single day
has been fulfilled,
then use your wit,
there is no way
it can be killed.

So, every day
can claim the same
in immortality,
then, let us say,
we took each day
in its normality.

A million rapes
sea caves, sea capes,
in all our shapes,
godless and free,
gods of the sea,
two human apes.

(aria 1 da capo al fine)
 
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2- Castle Ashby --- terzanelle by GuiltyPleasure

Castle Ashby

It is always sunny in my memories.
Long days of brilliant greens and blues,
high grasses and the drowsing bees.

The vistas, sight lines, distant views
on Sunday trips to stately homes,
long days of brilliant greens and blues

inspiring multitudes of poems
and a life-long love of gardening,
those Sunday trips to stately homes.

Keep off the grass, no pardoning.
Herbaceous borders in full bloom
give a life-long love of gardening

from seed to compost, neatly groom
grateful to those gracious grounds,
herbaceous borders in full bloom.

My fascination knows no bounds,
grateful to those gracious grounds.
It is always sunny in those memories.
high grasses and the drowsing bees.
 
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3- Epistolary in the Church of Baseball --- epistle by greenmountaineer

Epistolary in the Church of Baseball

Dear Father,

It's November.
Ice crystals form on the Common pond
and kindling fills the tinderbox.

I saw you last in late September,
you as the Amazing Mets,
and I the Boston Red Sox

to play the Series in '86
I'd watch with you in Florida,
but that was before your tube

and valve of a ventilator
that battered you in I.C.U.
Breathe in, strike one..... Breathe out, strike two.

So I razzed "Get better, Dad,
to watch my BoSox beat your Mets,"
but your blue jaundiced eyes grew weary

before a grounder wobbled through
Buckner's legs and into right,
and you, I pray, into the Light.
 
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4- Dark House --- freestyle by RuBiDia

Dark House

Dilution is the solution to my prostitution while I wait and find the time to mark my retribution; confusion construes its own pollution as a tincture you aren’t using wrapped with a kiss I blew across the room tied with a loose end, finding new friends, lost and left a little hurt and making no sense. Where the rope burns and your neck bends and the stars in your eyes are the wrong tint - in a different light, you can still win what you thought was absent in a past tense.
 
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5- A Village Childhood --- UnderYourSpell -- Ballad

A village childhood


I remember the fields of my childhood,
When the sun shone down everyday.
The roads were mostly quiet
Where we children used to play.

The orchard trees for climbing
For scrumping apples as well,
The barn where the cat had her kittens,
The nettles in which I fell!

Dad put up a post for the linen line,
Which rooted then grew into a tree,
Willow twigs strong and whip like
Perfect for beating me.

Sunday school, where we learnt that
Jesus loved and cared for us all,
Harvest time great songs for singing,
With supper at the Great Hall.

Christmas trees dropping their needles,
Frost on the inside of glass.
Snow falling in time for Santa,
Deep for reindeer to pass.

My birthday two months later
Why was it always a doll?
I wanted a tractor or train set
Not taking a pram for a stroll!

We dressed the cat in a bonnet
And put her in there instead,
Her claws made terrible scratches
Then we were sent to bed.

Not for us heated blankets
Those rooms were as cold as ice,
One sister let the pets out
And we were invaded by mice!

We scraped our way through childhood
It's a wonder we survived,
But no-one ever told us
We were what is now called deprived.
 
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6- To the Albert Hall with Albert Small --- rondeau by GuiltyPleasure

To the Albert Hall with Albert Small

Always a stickler for musical fact
and aware that our ability lacked
the state of high polish he had achieved,
he believed that, however misconceived,
exposure worked and decided to act.

Tickets were bought and we all made a tract.
Night of the concert the bus was jam-packed,
dressed to the nines, not one of us peeved.
Last night at The Proms.

Institution, icon, BBC backed,
aimed at the youthful and meant to attract
the jaded, the rappers, those preconceived.
All seemed won over, our teacher relieved,
I still love classical, matter of fact,
Last night at The Proms.
 
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7- Untitled --- acrostic by Ashesh9

Eerily quiet
Very, very cold, brrrr
Extremely high but
Relatively easier than Karakoram
Edmund the Kiwi
Summit of the world
Tenzing Norgay
 
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8- The River of Life --- by UnderYourSpell .. Glosa

The River of Life

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
..............................
Where the Thames wends her passage
forever onwards to the sea,
the fountains mingle with the river
and you pledged your love for me.

An orchestra was playing
at midnight soft and slow
and the rivers with the ocean
bid me speak as you kneeled low.

As the boat slid through the water
you asked if I would share your life,
the winds of heaven mix forever
as I consent to be your wife.

Then we waltzed into the future
you held me close and in your heart
with a sweet emotion swelling
promised never more to part.
 
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Do we comment here because 11 isn't an Acrostic unless someone is tinkering with the rules and making the first words of each line read a sentence.
 
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Who's the over achiever presenting #1? :D

I know, right? I won't tell till I tell. :)

Do we comment here because 11 isn't an Acrostic unless someone is tinkering with the rules and making the first words of each line read a sentence.

You're welcome to comment here.

In response to your comment, tinkering with the rules is one of the side bennies of rules...
 
9- Sunset Cliffs --- by AlwaysHungry

Sunset Cliffs

Heedless of the gulls and tourists,
Near the precipice we lingered,
Conscious of the churning turmoil,
Liquid motion interrupted.

Potent waves were rolling toward us,
Yet their elemental vigor
Came to naught against the sandstone,
Those unyielding cliffs below us.

I have heard about the jumpers,
Flirting with the whims of nature,
Hurtling out into the sea-breeze,
Plummeting into the water.

You and I stayed circumspectly
Back, and though my fingers wandered
As we tarried by the ocean,
Neither men nor sea-birds noticed.
 
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You lost me. I just realized acrostic doesn't mean crossword puzzle.
 
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