Rybka
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New Poems of Thursday September 22, 2005
There are 20 new submissions to read on this, the first day of fall, and as I always do, I bring you one non-erotic "spinner" from the archives with which to start.
Today's classic:
This poem I spun-up from April of last year. - It took me six spins to find this one by Linbido. It seemed appropriate for the times.
This Swedish poet was well known and liked by all the regular forum members during the time she and her husband were active, and their writing is missed as well. But parenthood takes precedence over adult literature. Perhaps at some time we may be graced by some Scandinavian nursery rhymes. (I did notice she recently updated her Lit. profile.)
While this poem has an H, Perhaps the most widely mentioned of this creative artist's works on Lit. is an illustrated poem titled Branches And Twigs. Go take a look at it after you read this on.
Taste is always an individual thing and I only found two out of today's twenty that I want to recommend. Both seem equinoxicly appropriate. None of the eighteen others rose above average for me. Read these two and then go find some more that you like on the New Poems page.
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My first pick of the day acknowledges the passing of summer. It is
Sabina_Tolchovsky 's Silence in snow. Even with only one i , here are some pretty words
bluerains keeps the seasonal theme with Summer Swells using just enough alliteration to keep your attention.
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Regards, Rybka
To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats
There are 20 new submissions to read on this, the first day of fall, and as I always do, I bring you one non-erotic "spinner" from the archives with which to start.
Today's classic:
This poem I spun-up from April of last year. - It took me six spins to find this one by Linbido. It seemed appropriate for the times.
This Swedish poet was well known and liked by all the regular forum members during the time she and her husband were active, and their writing is missed as well. But parenthood takes precedence over adult literature. Perhaps at some time we may be graced by some Scandinavian nursery rhymes. (I did notice she recently updated her Lit. profile.)
While this poem has an H, Perhaps the most widely mentioned of this creative artist's works on Lit. is an illustrated poem titled Branches And Twigs. Go take a look at it after you read this on.
***The Origin Of Hurricanes
She batted those eyelids and blew that kiss.
A swirl for the moment that caught the flow.
Which butterfly turbulence spawned all this?
Through fractal holistics, we'll never know.
Taste is always an individual thing and I only found two out of today's twenty that I want to recommend. Both seem equinoxicly appropriate. None of the eighteen others rose above average for me. Read these two and then go find some more that you like on the New Poems page.
***
My first pick of the day acknowledges the passing of summer. It is
Sabina_Tolchovsky 's Silence in snow. Even with only one i , here are some pretty words
***. . .
Summer sheds her skin,
like an offering
to sleeping bones below.
Abundance slowly fades
with a brillant goodbye.
. . .
bluerains keeps the seasonal theme with Summer Swells using just enough alliteration to keep your attention.
***Spindrift in springtide
opening whirlpools of passion,
drinking moisture from youthful dew.
As time torrents disappear
in battered bulging swells
penetralia deepens rifts.
Scattered beaches
bewail winds
of change.
Please remember that our poets need your support, so Read Vote Comment Feedback. It won’t come back around if you don’t send it out!
Regards, Rybka
To A Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets. . .
You say, as I have often given tongue
In praise of what another's said or sung,
'Twere politic to do the like by these;
But was there ever dog that praised his fleas?
~ Yeats