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  2. Beyond London 1888

    A poem for Halloween and written in response to a challenge at another Forum to write a poem including the words ghost - witch - pumpkin - apple - zombie - Elvis. A little wacky but fun. Beyond London 1888 The ghosts of butchered, witchy ladies moan the night the pumpkin moon ascends the throne. Communal cries of banshees drift in apple orchard, near. A frightening scream reveals a feral fear of zombie eyes. His name unknown, Elvis, Tom or Jack, the Ripper stalks again so watch your back. He seeks new prey. He's left the dim gas lights of London town and roams the country side, both up and down, by night and day. You'll never ever know from where he came, to him you are a pawn in a gruesome game. Don't be adorned, a meek reluctant guest in his brutal quest to cut a throat or two or more, at best. Now you've been warned! ~~Judi Van Gorder A Bridges
  3. These Leaves Falling

    Thanks, Tink This is actually a sort of "juvenilium" I wrote this many autumns ago when a student at Millikin University (Decatur, IL) I was 20. It's likely influenced by my love of Hopkins and Dylan Thomas. My more recent stuff has been in the weird, horrific, supernatural, and speculative genre realms -- I've found a market there.. Best Regards, Frank
  4. These Leaves Falling

    Hi Frank, Welcome again to PMO. Nice Italian Sonnet with an interesting rhyme scheme for the sestet. Unique images of Fall in the opening of the poem but is at the pivot in L6 that the sonnet takes on its own life and begins to flow. I was just reading the lines up to that point and then I felt myself sitting up straighter and paying attention to not just the sounds but to the meaning and it felt cohesive and important. I'm looking forward to reading more of your work. ~~Tink
  5. Out of Sync

    Welcome to PMO. I'm impressed that as a new member you began with reading and commenting on other's work, that is what keeps the forum alive. Thanks for reading and commenting on Out of Sync. The jury is still out on this one, I'm unhappy with the rhythm and flow and I keep coming back trying to fix it. The title not only reflects the weather but also the rhythm which was not deliberate. Your comment captured my doubts which clearly show in the poem. Good ear. ~~Tink
  6. Out of Sync

    Novel terza rima poem. The cadences vary from the strict iambic -- it seems syllabic on either 7 or 8? Nice use of the form for descriptive detail. With some narration and a clincher statement for theme.
  7. silk worm

    Nicely done. You have the "cut" between lines 1 and 2 (it can be between 2 and 3, of course). Nice "zoom lens" effect from the wide shot of the bench to the minutia of silkworm and filament.
  8. Autumn's Encore

    I see Tinker's comments re: punctuation, but I'll add a few ideas here. With the seasonal emphasis, this relates well to the tradition of Haiku, yet extended in length. The spirit is there. If that is what you're striving for or a free verse base of short line tendencies (although almost all free verse ends up as grammatical units and cadences: word, phrase, clause), How about an even more minimalist approach -- a la Haiku and the Japanese forms. So: first line "Autumn my favorite season" or simply "Autumn favorite season"? RE: punctuation, I still think Nature's in line two needs the apostrophe for possessive. Then "kaleidoscope no rival" And so on. Compress the thoughts.
  9. These Leaves Falling

    These Leaves Falling by Frank Coffman These leaves falling on October lawn, Fossils numberless of the tall trees wings, Land dead-muddle in the mushroom rings. Tree fingers lose their feel; the sap is drawn Down from the tube tips. The summer brawn Is gone or going now. Fall's seasonings Effect more than the trees. Its colorings Pervade both flora and the close man-fawn Who watches now as dawn is faintly red. Here he will come to watch when fall has fled; Here to this spot when the winds grow blow and brusk, By tusks of the tall-fall, winter-splinter, husk-on-husk Trees, he will stand and grow from the common bed And wait with giant brothers for the russet dusk.
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  11. Freedom

    After reading your poem and returning to the title, I exercised my freedom whether to enjoy the poem as a collection of words, rhythms and sounds or to go beyond it and try to make sense of it. Since I already enjoyed it just going through it, I gave myself the freedom to look at the symbols of your poem and see if there is more to it. The first symbol is the "sun", followed by the speaker's "senses". Next is the "fruit", "angel", "womb" and "allocation". In my own world, I associate that with the mortality of life. Then, the speaker switched to a new symbol, "bullet" and "gun". Instead of the word "death", the speaker chose the action word "die". The cycle of life through these symbols are complete. The other layer is the concept of effecting change across these symbols. The speaker used "allows me", "I am free to select", "I cannot silence" - expressions of control. But, in the end, the speaker is not sure if he has one. Thanks anyway for the journey, eclipse.
  12. That Seemed Good

    Thank you, Judi. I hope the revulsion it elicits from readers is extracted from them.
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  14. South of Ceibwr

    Thanks Tink. Always pleasing when a reader connects a poem to a personal context. I guess this brings a poem alive outside the writer's head space best badge
  15. That Seemed Good

    Wow! ~~Tink
  16. That Seemed Good

    He found me wandering in Quiapo and offered to take me home. That seemed good. He said, 'You need a good bath to remove all that grease off your body.' He led me into a room where there was water and a bucket. He cleaned me up with soap. His hands polished parts of me to his satisfaction. He led me to a bed and said, 'You need rest.' That seemed good. He laid me down. My hair still wet. He said, 'I will take care of you' as he undressed. First, he let go of the pants then underwear, dropping them on the floor. I watched him get close to me, his weight pressing heavily. Then, he got up. Leaving a twenty-peso bill he told me, 'Buy yourself some candy.' That seemed good. In the light of the HW scandal in the media, I thought I would share an old poem of mine that resonates with the times.
  17. Freedom

    The sun's unswerving protocol allows me to utilise tools, my senses. I am free to select fruit in the forest of the moon's heartbeats. I cannot silence echoes of the angel that danced on my mother's womb as it rained days, then nights, my finite allocation. I don't know if I have a choice to return, like the eternally recurring bullet returning to it's gun, but when I die do I have the power to make the universe recede to a hole the size of a fingertip or an eye?,will the seasons cry as they strip away my freedom
  18. South of Ceibwr

    Hi Badge, I enjoyed the comfort of rambling through familiar roads that you beautifully describe in this poem. I feel this way every time I drive home from the office or shopping in town. The closer I get to home the forest is denser the trees almost embrace the road, like a welcoming home. I hear people say things like they must unwind from the day once they get home. I have always felt my drive home into the serenity of nature is my unwinding time. I am so grateful the fires didn't shift and destroy this beauty. And the coast line is at my back offering me another land/seascape should I wish to travel just a little further. There is a favorite restaurant only 10 minutes from my home that sits out over the bay and there is always one or two sea lions swimming there. Such a familiar site that my grandkids named one Emmitt and when they come up to visit we always go there, enjoy a bowl of the best clam chowder in the world and watch Emmitt bob away. I thought of Emmitt the second I read "seal and her pup". ps.. I am always impressed by the frame of your work. You provide what appears to be a fluid free verse poem when in reality you have paid meticulous attention to nonce form of syllabic unrhymed tercets. with 8-8-5 syllables per line. Masterfully done. ~~Tink
  19. Robert Burns dreamscape poem

    I like the mythic quality of the lyrical narrative, and its musicality. With the suggested edits, this should go a lot better.
  20. Northern CA on Fire

    A traumatic time Tink, but you are right: the good in people is often found at such times. take care badge
  21. South of Ceibwr

    Thanks Tony. The intention was to convey that solitude prompts him to take less visited roads. best Phil
  22. South of Ceibwr

    What has drawn this motorist to this point of desolation? His "straying ways" are most intriguing to this reader. Is he simply trying to escape that dullness of the daily grind (the "collar of days") with his tedious colleagues (the "theatre of men," the "smugglers")? Or is there something more profound, perhaps an obsession, that haunts him? He could be running from it or toward it, or he could think he's running from it when actually he's running toward it (or the other way around). The fact that the seal is not alone augments the depiction of the man's isolation. Tony
  23. Instapoets

    https://www.theguardian.com/books/books ... er-flowers 1.4m sales! I do like the pics https://19before97.files.wordpress.com/ ... 640&crop=1 http://i.huffpost.com/gen/3221728/thumb ... -570.jpg?1 The fact that poetry works so effectively with visual media is an interesting one...the sound of the thing...or an unequal marriage...where does the 'power' weigh in this relationship? Is the inclination to judge one medium as the one that drew attention...and the other that kept that attention?
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  25. Northern CA on Fire

    Reposted from a friend-for my East Coast peeps. The amount of area on fire in NorCal—simply shocking😞 Reposted: For friends on the east coast who are unfamiliar with the lay of the land out here and extent of the fires - imagine if ALL of New England - Maine, New Hampshire, Mass., Rhode Island, Connecticut, Vermont were on fire and toss in New York and New Jersey. Those states combined are equivalent to the Sonoma/Napa Fires which are continuing to rage on uncontrolled. Mendocino has it's own fire the size of Maine and Southern California's the size of Massachusetts. Last reported the fire is 27% contained. I don't know how they came up with that # but it seems to have turned the corner and they say they are making headway. So far only 34 deaths, but thousands of homes and businesses are lost The San Francisco Bay Area an hour drive to the south is putting out warnings of dangerous air quality because of the smoke. They have no idea what it is like up here. The sky is thick with gagging smoke where my office is located in the bordering town. Luckily I can escape to my home on the coast and I'm elevated and getting clean air off the ocean and it is above the smokey valley. But disasters bring out the best in people. I can't tell you the many acts of kindness I've been privileged to observe. Sad stories, heroic stories, tragic stories.
  26. Doorstep

    Hi Judi, thanks for the read and appreciation. I intentionally made the poem simple and hide the punch line until the end to bring home and share the pain. My friend's mom was already buried today.
  27. South of Ceibwr

    Revised He drives along grass-tufted lanes; not brave, not trusting: solitude maps his straying ways. The cove shelters a seal and pup; no smugglers, no theatre of men scripts the fraying waves. Original He drives along grass-tufted lanes; not brave, not trusting: solitude maps his straying ways. The cove shelters a seal and pup; no smugglers, no theatre of men to fray the collar of days.
  28. Three Drops From A Cauldron

    Cheers Tony. I'll take your advice...if there is a next time! best Phil
  29. Northern CA on Fire

    Update Nor CA Fires I have always felt blessed to live in one of the most beautiful places in the world. We have such a diversity of landscapes from the shores of the Pacific, the coastal mountains of the Redwood Empire, the rolling foothills with gorgeous vineyards and one of the most beautiful cities, Santa Rosa in the valley with beautiful Oaks and a variety of other trees on every block in the residential areas. Much of this is now either ash or charred wood and the fires keep moving to other areas. My home is in a redwood forest 30 minute drive to the west of this devastation so currently I'm safe, my home is safe and shamefully I was relieved yesterday when the winds turned and veered the fire east. But this could change with the crazy winds. Everyday now when I leave my home I have a packed bag with me for emergency get away supplies not knowing if I can return. Headed to the office to be available to my community. I'm an insurance agent, our phones are going nonstop. We know of 15 homes of my clients are gone. I am disbursing emergency funds to clients who are displaced and don't know the status of their homes. Plus fielding all kinds of calls from people who all of a sudden want to know what their policies contain and can they increase coverage. The answer is no. There is a moratorium. This is so sad. So much beauty destroyed. Lives threatened. Animals lost. Horses turned loose (lots of horses here.) 17 lives lost that we know of. 73 cell towers down and therefore communication spotty at best. Fire containment 0%. This fire is simply scary and it just keeps shifting, now turning north. ~~Tink
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