I have been hearing foot falls from outside the wall for several days now
I want to write to my "Kitty" but, the emotional strain from the family is too much for my moment
especially Margot and Peter, who are showing dark circles beneath their eyes I know it won't be long now until we are discovered
I feel it... even though we live in silence whispers, over two years of scuffling about like mice
and whispering, always whispering I know my best friend of all is my diary, "Kitty" I cannot trust anyone with my innermost thoughts
my life has changed so much since coming to live in the annex room, behind the book shelves at father's work I've become a woman, an author and a lover...
To Linda, not related to this. I was looking over old threads, and I stopped on your poem in the "Fruit ripens" prompt. Loved it, wrote a comment which you might want to go back and look at.
And this actually is a historical figure. This was guy I knew, who worked his day job as a mailman in Massachusetts, played jazz on weekends in Albany. But he had once been an important figure in modern jazz. He had been one of Charlie Parker’s favorite bassists, and had made several records with him, and with other leading modern jazz musicians.
my historical character is blackbeard the pirate. as some of my g.p. colleagues may remember i need no excuse to write a pirate poem. aarrrgghhh i already be hoisting the mainsail.
RAIDING GALLEONS
aaaaaarrrrggghhh i be a pirating cove for my wench doth leave me while hoisting the rigging through endless gales i've drove bow in to the waves digging
me canvas was ripped and torn faced many a moby dick me cutlass was rusty and worn wi wenches that like the needles prick
up anchors! hoist the main sail we go on past the horizon ahoy! to landlubbing bores no life boats for me. if'n i don't find my treasure island i fail thy site of thy lady on dry land hath long gone
water flows down hill till it reaches the sea.....deep.....dark.....and....still aaaarrrrrrgggghhh.
lost me treasure she plundered me forever.
thanks guys. i actually am a pirate nowadays. just don't have a ship - love and peace - paul.
Funny and historically accurate. You don’t need “and” at the beginning of the second stanza, and it kills the scansion. And since I’m nitpicking, your sequence of tense is a little weird in “who has killed her.” And since I’m making myself thoroughly obnoxious, since the author of “Lizzie Borden took a axe” is lost to history (as far as I know), maybe start with “Some poet...”? That allows Lizbeth to belittle the other version of the story right from the git-go.
The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, They shot you Joe says I Takes more than guns to kill a man Says Joe I didn't die Says Joe I didn't die And standing there as big as life And smiling with his eyes Says Joe What they can never kill Went on to organize, Went on to organize I never died said he, I never died said he. (Joan Baez)
I rode the rails from place to place Saw working conditions in disgrace Men labored for pittance from day to night Someone had to take up the fight.
I heard the pleas and angry cries I said, it’s time to stand and organize We fought hard and rights were won Handed down from dad to son.
Our voices were heard from state to state Execution by gun was to be my fate But my rally cries still are heard Where union bosses spread the word.
Yes, my body may be dead But my story worldwide is spread Where unions rise up still They cheer the name Joe HIll.
Bonnie, I am very lucky to have someone to read the poems to me. I get so much more out of them. Your poem stands alone as great without even mentioning the perfect rhyme and rhythm....
" hey joe " - jimi hendrix. i used to be a union man..in another life " you can't kill us, 'cos we are part of the union " billy brag. take care bonita - love and peace paul
I've given all I had to be with you and you have given all you are to me. Together we have written what is true in our own ways both well and faithfully.
Our words, our verses ever overflow and sing our songs to set the world alight. They burn with purity our hearts to show how poets can together share their light.
I wish we had more time to live and be yet God has granted us at least these years to live and love and share most gratefully our words, our smiles, our laughter and our tears
Yet one day on another further shore we'll be together loving as before.
Hopefully everyone knows the sonnets of EBB? I wrote my senior paper on her in High School and enjoyed reading about her life. She and RB have been great favorites of mine for as long as I can remember.
I am Jesus, a son of God preaching tolerance and abandonment of the rod I hope you understand what I'm trying to say, that God loves us so, do not turn away. I wish you had something to go on than just long ago stories and wish you could have been there for the incredible glories
History has a way of suiting its recorders it's their word about what transpired But there is no way for you to know for sure what is truth and what is to endure
It's so strange how many true believers point their fingers and call others deceivers But, my last commandment for you, is to love one another as I have loved you. Seems to me it's something the you should automatically do
Whether you believe the things that are written of me your faith is planted and grows just like a seed So, nurture this good story and pass the word along let's believe in unity and make each other strong.
He was black And and used to talk smack! Why we elected him I don't know, it dealt this country a terrible blow. But now he's gone, and we are no longer his pawns. Free at last, I'm so glad he's in the past!
Her own e-mail server she did make, so that her motivations and actions she could fake. She let one of our own die, and then set out to tell us lies. He detractors she tried to hush, and so the Blackberries she did crush. her defeat was a crushing blow to, liberals everywhere, her below. but her own problems she did make, and now it's time to eat her cake.
I have been hearing foot falls
ReplyDeletefrom outside the wall
for several days now
I want to write to my "Kitty"
but, the emotional strain
from the family is too much for my moment
especially Margot and Peter, who are
showing dark circles beneath their eyes
I know it won't be long now until we are discovered
I feel it...
even though we live in silence
whispers, over two years of scuffling about like mice
and whispering, always whispering
I know my best friend of all is my diary, "Kitty"
I cannot trust anyone with my innermost thoughts
my life has changed so much since coming to live in
the annex room, behind the book shelves at father's work
I've become a woman, an author and a lover...
I am 15 and I am scared...
I'm quite sure everyone knows who I am in my poem. So I believe I would be insulting your intelligence by saying so.
Deleteg'day ms frank. i read your diary a couple of times - love and peace.
DeleteIt really is as if you got into her head. What an awesome poem.
DeleteTo Linda, not related to this. I was looking over old threads, and I stopped on your poem in the "Fruit ripens" prompt. Loved it, wrote a comment which you might want to go back and look at.
DeleteAnne Frank and you really got into the character. well written and very emotional. love it!
ReplyDeletethank you, I did my homework. lol
DeleteWOW! I am so impressed. Thanks bunches for this fine effort.
DeleteTough one to take on, but you do find the voice and you do find something new to say.
ReplyDeleteTEDDY KOTICK
ReplyDeleteI deliver the mail
in Natick Mass
middle aged white
guy in blue shorts
Fridays I drive
three hours to Boston
bass in the back
play for the door
back to the route
where no one would get it
if someone were to tell them
I’d played with Bird
i used to work at the post office tad. nice one. i was the fastest letter sorter in the east ha ha - love and peace.
DeleteNice poem. I enjoyed it very much. Ummm I get it and all. The mailman doubles as a bass player for a band. I just can't figure out which band. lol
DeleteHe plays in a local band now, but once he played with Charlie Parker.
DeleteAnd somehow I wa asleep at the switch typing this up. He drives to Albany, not to Boston.
DeleteAnd this actually is a historical figure. This was guy I knew, who worked his day job as a mailman in Massachusetts, played jazz on weekends in Albany. But he had once been an important figure in modern jazz. He had been one of Charlie Parker’s favorite bassists, and had made several records with him, and with other leading modern jazz musicians.
DeleteKnowing you, I figured it was a real person. And I love it that you told his story.
Deletewhat an interesting person! i would have like him. thank you for introducing us to him with this wonderfully written poem.
DeleteGreat job, most interesting. Many thanks!
Deletemy historical character is blackbeard the pirate. as some of my g.p. colleagues may remember i need no excuse to write a pirate poem. aarrrgghhh i already be hoisting the mainsail.
ReplyDeleteRAIDING GALLEONS
aaaaaarrrrggghhh i be a pirating cove
for my wench doth leave me while hoisting the rigging
through endless gales i've drove
bow in to the waves digging
me canvas was ripped and torn
faced many a moby dick
me cutlass was rusty and worn
wi wenches that like the needles prick
up anchors!
hoist the main sail
we go on past the horizon
ahoy! to landlubbing bores
no life boats for me. if'n i don't find my treasure island i fail
thy site of thy lady on dry land hath long gone
water flows down hill
till it reaches the sea.....deep.....dark.....and....still aaaarrrrrrgggghhh.
lost me treasure
she plundered me forever.
thanks guys. i actually am a pirate nowadays. just don't have a ship - love and peace - paul.
We are related to pirates also, Paul, but your jargon beats it all. I love it!!!
DeleteLove it. Always been a pirate fan!
Deletewhat fun! made me smile to read it :-)
DeleteCute poem, well done and colorful, like you!
Deleteaaarrr you be a pirating cove too wolfie. we should hoist a flagon of ale sometime
Deleteyou be a buccaneer too vicky?
Deletethank ee though comely bonita wench.
Deleteoh, i can be a little colourful tash. maybe a bit too much red at times
DeleteThe poet said I took an axe
ReplyDeleteand gave my mother 40 whacks.
But there were only 18 blows.
And who has killed her, no one knows.
And eleven blows were father's fate
Not 41, so contemplate
I told them that I did not smite.
The jury said that I was right.
No one saw what I had done.
I didn't do it, didn't run.
Some else did do the deed.
And now I have all that I need.
I spend their money as I will.
A big, nice house up on The Hill,
Can't say I'm sorry that they're gone.
And call me Lizbeth from now on.
love it! you nailed it! and I love the end line.
DeleteFunny and historically accurate. You don’t need “and” at the beginning of the second stanza, and it kills the scansion. And since I’m nitpicking, your sequence of tense is a little weird in “who has killed her.” And since I’m making myself thoroughly obnoxious, since the author of “Lizzie Borden took a axe” is lost to history (as far as I know), maybe start with “Some poet...”? That allows Lizbeth to belittle the other version of the story right from the git-go.
ReplyDeleteI love it!!!! Lizzie Borden is a great choice! You did such a great job on it too!!!
ReplyDeleteI am so impressed with all these efforts and as well I am daunted!!! This will take some thinking! Lizzie is a geaat choice.
ReplyDeletenicely done vic. i used to know a football hooligan called axey...eerrr guess why he was called that - love and peace - paul.
DeleteThe Copper Bosses killed you Joe,
ReplyDeleteThey shot you Joe says I
Takes more than guns to kill a man
Says Joe I didn't die
Says Joe I didn't die
And standing there as big as life
And smiling with his eyes
Says Joe What they can never kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize
I never died said he,
I never died said he. (Joan Baez)
I rode the rails from place to place
Saw working conditions in disgrace
Men labored for pittance from day to night
Someone had to take up the fight.
I heard the pleas and angry cries
I said, it’s time to stand and organize
We fought hard and rights were won
Handed down from dad to son.
Our voices were heard from state to state
Execution by gun was to be my fate
But my rally cries still are heard
Where union bosses spread the word.
Yes, my body may be dead
But my story worldwide is spread
Where unions rise up still
They cheer the name Joe HIll.
Awesome! Another good choice. It was tough prompt but you succeeded well!!
DeleteVery powerful indeed. Loved that song for years, too.
DeleteBonnie, I am very lucky to have someone to read the poems to me. I get so much more out of them. Your poem stands alone as great without even mentioning the perfect rhyme and rhythm....
DeleteWow!!! what a powerful heartfelt poem!!! I got goosebumps!!! Of course that's not the first time your poetry has caused goosebumps for me...lol!!!
ReplyDelete" hey joe " - jimi hendrix.
ReplyDeletei used to be a union man..in another life " you can't kill us, 'cos we are part of the union " billy brag.
take care bonita - love and peace paul
From EBB to RB, her Always Love
ReplyDeleteI've given all I had to be with you
and you have given all you are to me.
Together we have written what is true
in our own ways both well and faithfully.
Our words, our verses ever overflow
and sing our songs to set the world alight.
They burn with purity our hearts to show
how poets can together share their light.
I wish we had more time to live and be
yet God has granted us at least these years
to live and love and share most gratefully
our words, our smiles, our laughter and our tears
Yet one day on another further shore
we'll be together loving as before.
Tasha, this is a beautiful sonnet. I enjoyed listening to it. I liked the line, our words, our smiles, our laughter and our tears.
DeleteDid you know who EBB was?
DeleteHopefully everyone knows the sonnets of EBB? I wrote my senior paper on her in High School and enjoyed reading about her life. She and RB have been great favorites of mine for as long as I can remember.
ReplyDeleteare we talking elizabeth barret browning here tash?
DeleteYou got it right!!! and famous for her sonnets, too. Thanks for getting it right.
DeleteI am Jesus, a son of God
ReplyDeletepreaching tolerance and abandonment of the rod
I hope you understand what I'm trying to say,
that God loves us so, do not turn away.
I wish you had something to go on
than just long ago stories
and wish you could have been there
for the incredible glories
History has a way of suiting its recorders
it's their word about what transpired
But there is no way for you to know for sure
what is truth and what is to endure
It's so strange how many true believers
point their fingers and call others deceivers
But, my last commandment for you, is to love one
another as I have loved you.
Seems to me it's something the you should automatically do
Whether you believe the things that are written of me
your faith is planted and grows just like a seed
So, nurture this good story and pass the word along
let's believe in unity and make each other strong.
I liked this a lot and enjoyed what was said, so very true!!!
DeleteHe was black
ReplyDeleteAnd and used to talk smack!
Why we elected him I don't know,
it dealt this country a terrible blow.
But now he's gone, and we are no longer his pawns.
Free at last, I'm so glad he's in the past!
Her own e-mail server she did make,
ReplyDeleteso that her motivations and actions she could fake.
She let one of our own die, and then set out to tell us lies.
He detractors she tried to hush,
and so the Blackberries she did crush.
her defeat was a crushing blow to, liberals everywhere, her below.
but her own problems she did make, and now it's time to eat her cake.
never had a problem with black people anonymous. it's white people that give me grief and get me in to fights - love and peace - paul.
ReplyDeleteThe voice of anonymous is not universal.
ReplyDelete