Month: February 2022

Forgotten

~ JezzieG

Forgotten
Form: Free Verse
Theme: Modern Life
Subject: A Tap

Water on tap
quenching thirst on demand
yet still we complain it’s not enough
consumption taking more and more
from a world where
little things no longer matter
for humility in a brief moment
lies forgotten in the quest for days
a moment is a memory
the building block of eternity
but the future means more than the here and now
and the soul is led away
from the little things
into unsustainable wants
that lead to nothingness
and the forgotten heart is lost forever
in the quest for endless pleasure
for we have forgotten
the power of gratitude
in the little things that matter

©JGFarmer2022

Jacob by Francisco de Zurbarán

~ JezzieG
Jacob by Francisco de Zurbarán

Jacob
1640-45
Religious Art
Oil on canvas
Collection of Auckland Castle, Bishop Auckland, England

Zurbarán portrays the biblical figure of Jacob as an old man, A life size portrait ‘Jacob’ is one of a series of thirteen works of Jacob and his twelve sons. Standing as prime examples of Zubarán’s mature style these portraits show the artist’s skills at commanding his subject and rendering nature.

Francisco de Zurbarán

Francisco de Zurbarán
Baroque
Born: 17 November 1598, Fuente de Cantos, Spain
Nationality: Spanish
Died: 27 August 1664, Madrid, Spain

Zubarán was a painter, best known for his religious paintings of monks, nuns, and martyrs, and for his still-lifes. He earned the nickname the ‘Spanish Caravaggio’ with his forceful use of chiaroscuro. Zubarán is the father of the painter Juan de Zurbarán

The Kiss by Sara Teasdale

~ JezzieG

The Kiss

Before you kissed me only winds of heaven
Had kissed me, and the tenderness of rain—
Now you have come, how can I care for kisses
Like theirs again?

I sought the sea, she sent her winds to meet me,
They surged about me singing of the south—
I turned my head away to keep still holy
Your kiss upon my mouth.

And swift sweet rains of shining April weather
Found not my lips where living kisses are;
I bowed my head lest they put out my glory
As rain puts out a star.

I am my love’s and he is mine forever,
Sealed with a seal and safe forevermore—
Think you that I could let a beggar enter
Where a king stood before?

Sara Teasdale

Sara Teasdale
Born: 8 August 1884, Missouri, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 29 January 1933, New York, USA

Teasdale was a lyric poet born in St. Louis, Missouri. She won a Pulitzer Prize for her poetry collection Love Songs in 1918, and an award that is listed as the earliest Pulitzer Prize for Poetry

Penygader

~ JezzieG

Penygader
Form: Gwawdodyn hir
Theme: Welsh Mythology
Subject Places

His mountain seat to gaze upon the skies
Where many have slept pondering whys
To wake as fools or as poets wise
And some never wake as their time dies
In hunting grounds where the demon dogs roam
To the watery home where the monster lies

©JGFarmer2022

Elegy XVI: On His Mistress by John Donne

~ JezzieG

Elegy XVI: On His Mistress

By our first strange and fatal interview,
By all desires which thereof did ensue,
By our long starving hopes, by that remorse
Which my words’ masculine persuasive force
Begot in thee, and by the memory
Of hurts, which spies and rivals threatened me,
I calmly beg: but by thy father’s wrath,
By all pains, which want and divorcement hath,
I conjure thee, and all the oaths which I
And thou have sworn to seal joint constancy,
Here I unswear, and overswear them thus,
Thou shalt not love by ways so dangerous.
Temper, O fair Love, love’s impetuous rage,
Be my true Mistress still, not my feigned Page;
I’ll go, and, by thy kind leave, leave behind
Thee, only worthy to nurse in my mind
Thirst to come back; O if thou die before,
My soul from other lands to thee shall soar.
Thy (else Almighty) beauty cannot move
Rage from the Seas, nor thy love teach them love,
Nor tame wild Boreas’ harshness; thou hast read
How roughly he in pieces shivered
Fair Orithea, wbom he swore he loved.
Fall ill or good, ’tis madness to have proved
Dangers unurged; feed on this flattery,
That absent Lovers one in th’ other be.
Dissemble nothing, not a boy, nor change
Thy body’s habit, nor mind’s; be not strange
To thyself only; all will spy in thy face
A blushing womanly discovering grace;
Ricbly clothed Apes are called Apes, and as soon
Eclipsed as bright we call the Moon the Moon.
Men of France, changeable chameleons,
Spitals of diseases, shops of fashions,
Love’s fuellers, and the rightest company
Of Players, which upon the world’s stage be,
Will quickly know thee, and no less, alas!
Th’ indifferent Italian, as we pass
His warm land, well content to think thee Page,
Will hunt thee with such lust, and hideous rage,
As Lot’s fair guests were vexed. But none of these
Nor spongy hydroptic Dutch shall thee displease,
If thou stay here. O stay here, for, for thee
England is only a worthy gallery,
To walk in expectation, till from thence
Our greatest King call thee to his presence.
When I am gone, dream me some happiness,
Nor let thy looks our long-hid love confess,
Nor praise, nor dispraise me, nor bless nor curse
Openly love’s force, nor in bed fright thy Nurse
With midnight’s startings, crying out—oh, oh
Nurse, O my love is slain, I saw him go
O’er the white Alps alone; I saw him, I,
Assailed, fight, taken, stabbed, bleed, fall, and die.
Augur me better chance, except dread Jove
Think it enough for me t’ have had thy love

John Donne

John Donne
Born: 22 January 1572, London, UK
Nationality: English
Died: 31 March 1631, London, UK

Donne was a poet, scholar, soldier and secretary. Born to a recusant family, he later became a cleric in the Church of England. He was made Dean of St Paul’s Cathedral, London under royal patronage. Donne is considered a preeminent metaphysical poet with poetry renowned for their metaphysical and sensual style, including sonnets, religious poems, love poems, elegies and satires. Donne is also renowned for his sermons

Rubaiyat Sonnet Notes

~ JezzieG

Structure: Three quatrains and a couplet
Meter: Decasyllabic or pentameter
Rhyme Scheme: aaba bbcb ccdc aa

Example

A Blessing by Jez Farmer

From out of darkness Mother, we call thee!
In stormy winds, reveal thy destiny
Amid the holy fire and cleansing flame
Release a crying soul and set it free.
With pow’rs of seas we pray our ways reclaim
For we are children of the cauldron name
O Mother of the silent Earth, hear our call,
As we dance, we sing, we drum in thy name.
We come together in sun and rainfall,
In winter snow we come together, all,
From the deepest valleys to ocean shore,
In vibrant green forests and mountains tall.
And in worship thy blessings come to be
From the darkness Mother, we call thee!

Rondel Prime Sonnet Notes

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Created by: Clemont Marot
Structure: Octave and sestet
Meter: Tetrameter or octosyllabic lines
Rhyme Scheme: ABbaabAB abbaAB

Example

A Devon Lass by Jez Farmer

A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen,
All for her mother’s wish to succeed,
To the world a boy was she seen,
Elizabethan trews were her screen,
So male in dress, in thought and deed.
A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen,
Avast, she swapped the widow’s weed,
The pirate’s code became her scene,
The woman’s world that might have been,
A place she felt she didn’t need.
A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen

You Asked How by Nick Flynn

~ JezzieG

You Asked How

At the end there were straws
in her glove compartment, I’d split them open
to taste the familiar bitter residue, near the end
I ate all her Percodans, hungry to know
how far they could take me.
A bottle of red wine each night moved her along
as she wrote, I feel too much, again and again.

You asked how and I said, Suicide, and you asked
how and I said, An overdose, and then
she shot herself, and your eyes filled
with wonder, so I added, In the chest, so you
wouldn’t think
her face was gone, and it mattered, somehow,
that you knew this. . .

Every year I’m eight years old and the world
is no longer safe. Our phone becomes unlisted, our mail
is kept in a box at the post office,
and my mother tells me always
leave a light on so it seems
someone is home. She finds a cop
for her next boyfriend, his hair
greasy, pushed back with his fingers. He lets me play
with his service revolver while they kiss
on the couch. Cars slowly fill the windows, and I aim,
making the noise with my mouth, in case it’s them,
and when his back is hunched over her I aim
between his shoulder blades, silently,
in case it’s him

Nick Flynn

Nick Flynn
Born: 26 January 1960, Massachusetts, USA
Nationality: American

Flynn is a writer, poet, and playwright. His work is characterized by lyrical distilled moments that blur the boundaries of genre. Flynn’s writing is known for being récit in its depiction of an even

Golden Moments

~ JezzieG

Golden Moments
Form: Epistle
Theme: Love
Subject: A Pause

It’s not the big demonstrations
that make the magic happen
I really don’t need presents
to tell me how you feel
and I don’t need the words ‘I love you’
to tell me that is true
for it is not these things
that make my heartbeat pause
but the look in your eyes
and the sunlight in your hair
now that makes me stop and stare
it is the touch of your hand
when my thoughts overwhelm me
all those little things that can never be said
the little moments of silence
that can only be described as golden

©JGFarmer2022

Bacchanale by Jacques Ibert

~ JezzieG

Bacchanale
1956
Orchestral

Jacques Ibert

Jacques Ibert
Modernism
Born: 15 August 1890, Paris, France
Nationality: French
Died: 5 February 1962. Paris, France

Ibert was a composer of classical music. He studied at the Paris Conservatoire and won the Prix de Rome, despite the interruption of active service in the First World War. Ibert is best known for his orchestral work such as Escales (1922)

The Blue Boy

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments
The Blue Boy by Thomas Gainsborough, 1770. Oil on canvas. Currently on loan to the National Gallery, London, UK

The Blue Boy
Form: Rondelet
Theme: Art
Subject: The Blue Boy by Thomas Gainsborough

The boy in blue
A returning prodigal son
The boy in blue
He’s back home again, it is true
A hundred years have come and gone
Since we saw this beautiful one
The boy in blue
The boy in blue
A rural lad all dressed in silk
The boy in blue
Finery in a vibrant hue
While modern views prooflessly milk
For their own political ilk
The boy in blue
The boy in blue
Identity police gone wild
The boy in blue
He cannot say if it is true
Yet he gazes out gently mild
With innocent eyes of a child
The boy in blue

©JGFarmer2022

Gift of a Book

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

Gift of a Book
Form: Blank Verse

I learned to read with Pooh and Piglet tales,
And hummed their hums of tiddly pom and snow.
I hunted Heffalumps with Tig and Roo,
And played with sticks in Hundred Acre Wood.
From childish games, I found a mystic world,
In realms of fantasy reside my dreams,
Where fairies dance and magic gently calls,
The trolls oft roam beneath the sepia skies.
My mind is dun with crime and murder yarns,
A vampire's kiss to find a love's embrace,
Erotic tension cast in darkened hues,
My pleasures found inside a paperback

©JGFarmer2009

Awdl Gywydd Notes

~ JezzieG

A Welsh form, the Awdl Gywydd consists of four-line stanzas, each line containing seven syllables.
The last syllable of lines 1 and 3 rhyme with the 3rd-5th syllable of their following lines. The 2nd and 4th lines also rhyme.
xxxxxxa
xxaxxxb
xxxxxxc
xxcxxxb

Example

Afanc and the Fool by Jez Farmer

A mysterious creature
Said to lure the fools to swim
The pretty pool at Conwy
Don’t see the fate of such whim

But land of legends calls wild
Eyes of child see the delight
Betws-y-Coed calls me
Daring me to swim tonight

Get the Balance Right by Depeche Mode

~ JezzieG ~ 1 Comment
Depeche Mode

Depeche Mode

Depeche Mode are an electronic music band formed in 1980 in Basildon, Essex, England. The lineup consists of Dave Gahan (lead vocals and songwriter), Martin Gore (keyboards, guitar, vocals, and songwriter), and Andy Fletcher (keyboards). Depeche Mode have had 54 songs in the UK Singles Chart and 17 Top 10 albums in the UK. They were nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2017 and 2018, and were inducted as part of the Class of 2020

Get the Balance Right


Album: Construction Time Again
Date: 1983
Genre: New Wave

Lyrics by Martin Gore

There’s more besides the joyrides
Little house in the countryside
Understand, learn to demand
Compromise, and sometimes lie

Get the balance right
Get the balance right

Be responsible, respectable
Stable but gullible
Concerned and caring
Help the helpless
But always remain
Ultimately selfish

Get the balance right
Get the balance right

When you think you’ve got a hold of it all
You haven’t got a hold at all (all)
When you reach the top
Get ready to drop
Prepare yourself for the fall (the fall)
You’re going to fall
It’s almost predictable
(Almost)

Don’t tend this way
Don’t tend that way
Straight down the middle until next Thursday
First to the left
Back to the right
Twist and turn until you got it right

Get the balance right
Get the balance right

Get the balance right
Get the balance right
(Almost)
Get the balance right
Get the balance right
(Almost)
Get the balance right

In the Plaza by Kees van Dongen

~ JezzieG
In the Plaza, or Women at the Balustrade by Kees van Dongen

In the Plaza, or Women at the Balustrade
1911
Expressionism
Oil on canvas
Musée de l’Annonciade, Saint Tropez, France

An early work by Van Dongen, ‘In the Plaza’ is an amalgam of cultural influences. Inspired by the sights and sounds of Flamenco dancers following a trip to Spain and the Chinese patterns encompassed with tributes to the motifs of Francisco Goya a mystery woman leans over a balustrade. The viewer is left wondering what it is she sees that makes her smile

Kees van Dongen

Kees van Dongen
Fauvism, Expressionism
Born: 26 January 1877, Delfshaven, Netherlands
Nationality: Dutch-French
Died: 28 May 1968, Monet Carlo, Monaco

Van Dongen was a painter and one of the leading Fauves. His early work often influenced by the Hague School and symbolism evolved in a rough pointillist style and became more radical in the use of colour and form. Van Dongen is known for his sensuous, sometimes garish, portraits of women

You’ll Never Walk Alone by Kiri Te Kanawa

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

You’ll Never Walk Alone
1992
Opera

Kiri Te Kanawa

Kiri Te Kanawa
Opera
Born: 6 March 1944, Gisborne, New Zealand
Nationality: New Zealander

Te Kanawa is a retired opera singer best known for her full lyric soprano voice. She has received accolades from across the world particularly for her performances of Mozart, Strauss, Handel, Puccini, and Verdi. In her later career, Te Kanawa performed concerts and recitals. Her final performance was in Ballarat, Australia in 2016

Arcane Echo

~ JezzieG

Arcane Echo
Form: Free Verse

Invasions of belief
culling the ancient ways
murdering souls in flame and faith
declaring the old language dead
but their words
words of blood and genocide
of rape and torture
the remains of killing the innocent
and the stealing of their lands
in the name of power
mean nothing now
for the arcane words of long ago
words of survival and rebirth
echo in the children

©JGFarmer2022

Jeepster by T Rex

~ JezzieG
T Rex

T Rex

The English rock band T. Rex was formed in 1967 by Marc Bolan, the band’s singer-songwriter and guitarist. Under their original band name of Tyrannosaurus Rex they released four psychedelic albums. From 1969 Bolan began to shift from an acoustic sound to an electric one and shortened the name to T. Rex. Bolan was killed in a car crash in 1977 shortly after the band’s final album Dandy in the Underworld. However, T. Rex has continued to exert influence on a variety of subsequent artists since then.

Jeepster
Album: Electric Warrior
Date: 1971
Genre: Glam Rock

Lyrics by Marc Bolan

You’re so sweet
You’re so fine
I want you all and everything
Just to be mine

‘Cos you’re my baby
‘Cos you’re my love
Girl I’m just a Jeepster
For you love

You slide so good
With bones so fair
You’ve got the universe
Reclining in your hair

Just like a car
You’re pleasing to behold
I’ll call you Jaguar
If I may be so bold

The wild winds blow
Upon your frozen cheeks
The way you flip your hip
It always makes me weak

Your motivation
Is so sweet
Your vibrations
Are burning up my feet

Girl I’m just a jeepster
For your love
Girl I’m just a vampire
For your love

I’m gonna suck you

An Invitation to Participate in the Virtual Poetorium for February 22nd, 2022…

~ JezzieG

Paul's Poetry Playground

Dear Readers,

I am very pleased to announce that this month the Virtual Poetorium is back from its hiatus in January and we will be producing our 19th edition (if you count our special Scaretorium and Ho-Ho-etoriums) with the very talented Robert Eugene Perry (author of Surrendering to the Path) as our featured poet. Once again like we have done in the past, I’d like to once again open up this February’s Virtual Poetorium for anyone who would like to participate and invite all my fellow bloggers and faithful readers (or just anyone just happening to read this) to be a part of our unique online poetry gathering in print.

To be part of our virtual open mic this month, please send us one to three of your own original poems or stories (under 2000 words altogether please) either in a Word document file or pasted in the body…

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Bagarthach Verses Notes

~ JezzieG

Created by: Raphael Aloysius Lafferty

Lafferty introduced the Bagarthach Verse through his sci-fi novel ‘The Reefs of Earth’ in which the alien immigrants would sometimes speak in verse. They called it Bagarthach Verse and in the novel it had powers beyond the words., just as all good poetry should, of course. In the novel, the mean-spirited intent of the verse often came true. Us mere Earthlings would consider the writing of this form as Light Verse that can be humorous or clever but always mean.

A short poem consisting of four lines with a syllable count of 8989 and a rhyme scheme abab

Example

And? by Jez Farmer

I see the disgust in your eyes
Your opinion gives me a headache
I’m sorry why should I disguise
Your dull sparkle on my rainbow cake

Authenticity

~ JezzieG

Authenticity
Form: Free Verse

This
a journey of discovery
crossing my own ‘t’
dotting my own ‘i’
drawing the lines between the dots
as I begin to understand
yet feel more confused too
asking the difficult questions of self
that have even more difficult answers
the proof of self hidden within
the archives of insanity
facing the unavoidable sorrow
of relentless heart-breaking decisions
because I am tired of feeling sad
and need to be me

©JGFarmer2022

Imaginary Animals (Urmuz) by Marcel Janco

~ JezzieG
Imaginary Animals (Urmuz) by Marcel Janco

Imaginary Animals (Urmuz)
1976
Dada
Oil on canvas
Janco-Dada Museum, Ein Hod, Israel

In the 1960s and 1970s, Janco created a cycle of work known as Imaginary Animals. Creatures depicted from his imagination in a naturalistic style with imagined abstract shapes and fantastic colours. In Urmuz Janco creates an illusion of an animal paradise from abstract invented shapes seemingly flying through the sky, digging in the dirt, and parading through their natural world.

Marcel Janco

Marcel Janco
Dada, Expressionism, Constructivism
Born: 24 May 1895, Bucharest, Romania
Nationality: Romanian-Israeli
Died: 21 April 1984, Ein Hod, Israel

Janco was a visual artist, art theorist, and architect. A co-inventor of Dadaism, he was also a leading exponent of Constructivism in Eastern Europe. In the 1910s he coedited the Romanian art magazine Simbolul, and was a practitioner of Art Nouveau, Expressionism, and Futurism before his painting and stage design led him to Dadaism. He departed company with Dadaism in 1919 and, with the artist Hans Arp, founded Das Neue Leben, a Constructivist circle

Talking to the Trees – Alder

~ JezzieG

Fearn (F), the Alder tree, is the third tree of the Ogham

Alder Energy

Fearn is symbolic of the energies of fire and water, activity and receptivity, balance, preservation, and inner confidence.

Like the rowan, the alder has protective qualities but is more the protection of a spiritual warrior going bold forth to face the unknown. Alder assists in the taking up of challenges, new situations, and facing things that have previously been avoided.

It has a balanced with the fire of the masculine direct approach and water, feminine and receptive.

Talking to Fearn

Using whatever ritual practice, intuitive means or simply being with the tree do so with an openness ready to receive the tree’s wisdom and healing vibrations. Ask for guidance and help from the tree to develop your powers of psychic intuition and insight that will lead to a quickening of personal and spiritual power and understanding.

When the time comes to end the communication do so slowly and with gratitude for what the tree may have given you. Keep a record of your feelings and communication with the tree, and let the relationship develop.

In love and light
Raven )O(

Fair And Unfair by Robert Francis

~ JezzieG

Fair And Unfair

The beautiful is fair. The just is fair.
Yet one is commonplace and one is rare,
One everywhere, one scarcely anywhere.

So fair unfair a world. Had we the wit
To use the surplus for the deficit,
We’d make a fairer fairer world of it

Robert Francis

Robert Francis
Born: 12 August 1901, Pennsylvania, USA
Nationality: American
Died: 13 July 1987, Massachusetts, USA

Francis was a poet best known for his classic work ‘The Pitcher’ that demonstrates how physical activity is not only acting on the environment but is an interactive communication with all the elements of it. Francis lived most of his life in Amherst, Massachusetts, USA.

Gabrielle

~ JezzieG

Gabrielle
Form: Italian Sonnet

The turning hands on clocks will never heal,
my soul lies scarred and bleeding without you.
I feel you here and tears now blur my view,
my heart is lost the visions are too real.
A love so brief gave reason I should be,
and death that dreadful lie tore it away
My sun has set there'll be no other day
but in this moonlit dance we can be free.
Defying fate to drop the veil of night,
too soon to leave this life of hate and fear
I need you, darling once more hold me near,
and fill my life with love's anointing light.
I wait alone in this, my living hell
for you, my love, my darling Gabrielle

©JGFarmer2009

Starlight and Chocolate

~ JezzieG

Starlight and Chocolate
Form: Raven’s Rovi Sonnet 33
Theme: Love
Subject: In a chocolate box

The glint of sunshine on her bling distracts
Just briefly from the sparkle in her eye
Yet it is that sparkle that interacts
With my drifting thoughts as I work and play
For her eyes shimmer like the blessed starlight
To awaken my soul throughout the day
Like decadent guidance on a dark night
As her eyes speak before her lips can sigh
Of the love only the silence can say
The glint of her bling has long left my sight
As no bling can match the joy of love’s facts
When the heart mingles with echoes and dreams
As kisses taste of soft strawberry creams
And emotions flow like cascading streams

©JGFarmer2022

Lunar Love

~ JezzieG ~ 2 Comments

A Garret Poet

Lunar Love
Form: Sestina

Texte:
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,–
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

PB Shelley

When I gaze upon thy silver beauty,
My heart rejoices in thy love,
Ever changing, always the same - Lady moon,
I see your smile caress the Earth with hope
Among the stars and all that is divine
In thy hands lies the future.

In your radiance I seek the future,
As in the crystals I look for beauty,
While asking questions of the divine
Embraced by thy unending love,
My destiny is blessed with hope
And again, I gaze upon the moon.

My Lady, revealed within the moon,
Through times past, now and the future,
In our darkness thou brings’t hope
As winter’s nights are…

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Roll of the Dice

~ JezzieG

Roll of the Dice
Form: Triolet

The path has turned, it’s too late to go straight
Yet the destination remains the same
When in this life there is no place to wait
And no warning signs stuck upon a gate
So roll the dice so to play your own game
You will be on time, not early or late
For destiny already knows your name

©JGFarmer2022

Waking the Witch by Kate Bush

~ JezzieG
Kate Bush

Kate Bush

Kate Bush is a singer, songwriter, dancer, musician, and record producer. At the age of 19 she topped the UK singles chart with her debut single ‘Wuthering Heights’ (1978)., becoming the first female artist to achieve a UK number one with a self-written song. Kate Bush has released 25 UK Top Forty singles including ‘Babushka’, ‘Don’t Give Up’, and ‘King of the Mountain’.

Waking the Witch
Album: Hounds of Love
Date: 1985
Genre: Art Rock

Lyrics by Kate Bush

Wake up
Good morning, ma’am
Your early morning call

You must wake up
Wake up
Wake up, man
Wake up, child
Pay attention
Come on, wake up
Wake up, love
We should make the night
But see your little lights alive
Stop that lying (ma needs a shower, get out of bed)
And sleeping in bed, get up

Little light
Can you not see that little light up there?
Where?
There
Where?
Over here
You still in bed?
Wake up, sleepy head
We are of the going water and the gone
We are of water in the Holy Land of water
Don’t you know you’ve kept him waiting
Look who’s here to see you

You won’t burn (red, red roses)
You won’t bleed (pinks and posies)
Confess to me, girl (red, red roses, go down)

Spiritus Sanctus in nomine
Spiritus Sanctus in nomine
Spiritus Sanctus in nomine
Spiritus Sanctus in nomine

Poor little thing (red, red roses)
The blackbird (pinks and posies)
Wings in the water (red, red roses)
Go down (go down, pinks and posies)

Deus et dei domino inferno
Deus et dei domino inferno
Deus et dei domino inferno
Deus et dei domino inferno

What is it, child?

Bless me, father, bless me father, for I have sinned

Help me, listen to me, listen to me, tell me (red, red roses)
Help me, baby, don’t go (red, red ro-)

I question your innocence
She’s a witch (help this blackbird, there’s a stone around my leg)
Ha, damn you, woman
(Help this blackbird, there’s a stone around my leg)
What say you, good people (guilty, guilty, guilty)
Well, are you responsible for your actions? (This blackbird)
Not guilty (help this blackbird)
Wake up the witch

Get out of the waves
Get out of the water

And?

~ JezzieG

And?
Form: Bagarthach Verse
Theme: The insult
Subject: Rainbows

I see the disgust in your eyes
Your opinion gives me a headache
I’m sorry why should I disguise
You're the dull sparkle on my rainbow cake

©JGFarmer2022

Ars Poetica Notes

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments

Ars Poetica is less about rhyme scheme, syllable counts, refrains, or any other form of poetic structure, It is focused on the content of the poem and poetry about writing poetry.

Example

Tell all the truth but tell it slant by Emily Dickinson

Tell all the truth but tell it slant —
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth’s superb surprise
As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind —

Waiting for the Night by Depeche Mode

~ JezzieG ~ 3 Comments
Depeche Mode

Depeche Mode

Depeche Mode are an electronic music band formed in 1980 in Basildon, Essex, England. The lineup consists of Dave Gahan (lead vocals and songwriter), Martin Gore (keyboards, guitar, vocals, and songwriter), and Andy Fletcher (keyboards). Depeche Mode have had 54 songs in the UK Singles Chart and 17 Top 10 albums in the UK. They were nominated for induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2017 and 2018, and were inducted as part of the Class of 2020

Waiting for the Night
Album: Violator
Date: 1990
Genre: New Wave

Lyrics by M. L. Gore

I’m waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything’s dark, keeps us from the stark
Reality

I’m waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still, all that you feel
Is tranquillity

There is a star in the sky
Guiding my way with its light
And in the glow of the moon
Know my deliverance will come soon

I’m waiting for the night to fall
I know that it will save us all
When everything’s dark, keeps us from the stark
Reality

I’m waiting for the night to fall
When everything is bearable
And there in the still, all that you feel
Is tranquillity

There is a sound in the calm
Someone is coming to harm
I press my hands to my ears
It’s easier here just to forget fear

And when I squinted, the world seemed rose-tinted
Angels appeared to descend
To my surprise, with half-closed eyes
Things looked even better than when they were opened

Been waiting for the night to fall (night to fall)
I knew that it would save us all (save us all)
Now everything’s dark, keeps us from the stark
Reality

Been waiting for the night to fall (night to fall)
Now everything is bearable (bearable)
And here in the still, all that you feel
Is tranquillity

Paris Street, Rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte

~ JezzieG
Paris, a rainy Day by Gustave Caillebotte

Paris Street, Rainy Day
1875
Impressionism
Oil on canvas
Chicago Art Institute, Illinois, USA

‘Paris Street, Rainy Day’ provoked a comparison of the painting’s realism with that of photography at the 1877 exhibition. The sharp focus on the figures contrasting with a blurring of the background is evocative of a photographic image, as is the cropping of the male figure suggests the manner in which the camera excludes anything out of the frame.

Gustave Caillebotte

Gustave Caillebotte
Realism, Impressionism
Born: 19 August 1848, Paris, France
Nationality: French
Died: 21 February 1894, Gennevilliers, France

Caillebotte was a painter and a member and patron of the Impressionists, although his own work is more Realist in nature. He was known for his early interest in photography as an art form

A Touch of Healing Breath

~ JezzieG

A Garret Poet

Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com

A Touch of Healing Breath
Form: Sestina

Looking down into the abyss,
The end of time, the final breath,
Too easy to just let go,
To fall into the wonder of nothing,
Too hard to let thoughts die,
Going nowhere but looking down.

Old-fashioned dreams spiral down,
Into the pools of an empty abyss,
Remnants of lust, longing to die,
Replaced by frustrated gasps of breath,
Awakening to emptiness – nothing,
And nowhere to go.

The urge to fade and go,
Before the heart lies battered down,
By the relentless sense of nothing,
That ceaseless abyss,
Left behind on dying breath,
To wait for the day to die.

Bended knees begging to die,
While pondering when to go,
And damned to draw another breath,
While life is churned upside down,
In the twisting of a sensual abyss,
Longing to feel – nothing.

Yet in…

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