Please God
give me a poet
i scrawl it on the foggy shower door each morn
absurdic or acerbic
i don't care
with or without suitable underwear
one of those dreamy beamy smiling idiots found wandering
eyes looking up and out onto the world less harsh
because his thrilling mind has transubstantiated it
with whimsical verse
or"take no prisoner" risk taking emotion
when ever his pen falls to paper
and begins it's adventurist meandering
he can have a blank verse whimsical flair like Thomas Lux
or a torrid but lightly restrained persona like Pablo Neruda
my table and my appetite is set for either lovely beast
i welcome them to my poetic feast so
Please God
send me a poet
by Nan
I think you’re wonderful.
I’m driving my car
and your name is on every mailbox.
I’m kissing you
and my shoes crawl away
in darkness, sweet gadgets
sing in my wrists, the life
I dumped into the river years ago
is reported found in the Philippines....
Why do I tell you this?
Because your lingerie
is burning, because a lone drop
of rain is falling somewhere
above the Sahara, because
I think you’re wonderful.
i adore this poem by..Thomas Lux...it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy...and is exactly the kind of poet i want...Lord help me....hahahahahaha...
i am happy to see he will be doing some readings of his work here at SDSU Scripps Cottage in early April
another that comes to mind is this one by Pablo Neruda
Bird
It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.
Pablo Neruda
and for those of you who want to read community Reader poets more often here's the link http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/groups/poetry/
Please God
give me a poet
i scrawl it on the foggy shower door each morn
absurdic or acerbic
i don't care
with or without suitable underwear
one of those dreamy beamy smiling idiots found wandering
eyes looking up and out onto the world less harsh
because his thrilling mind has transubstantiated it
with whimsical verse
or"take no prisoner" risk taking emotion
when ever his pen falls to paper
and begins it's adventurist meandering
he can have a blank verse whimsical flair like Thomas Lux
or a torrid but lightly restrained persona like Pablo Neruda
my table and my appetite is set for either lovely beast
i welcome them to my poetic feast so
Please God
send me a poet
by Nan
I think you’re wonderful.
I’m driving my car
and your name is on every mailbox.
I’m kissing you
and my shoes crawl away
in darkness, sweet gadgets
sing in my wrists, the life
I dumped into the river years ago
is reported found in the Philippines....
Why do I tell you this?
Because your lingerie
is burning, because a lone drop
of rain is falling somewhere
above the Sahara, because
I think you’re wonderful.
i adore this poem by..Thomas Lux...it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy...and is exactly the kind of poet i want...Lord help me....hahahahahaha...
i am happy to see he will be doing some readings of his work here at SDSU Scripps Cottage in early April
another that comes to mind is this one by Pablo Neruda
Bird
It was passed from one bird to another,
the whole gift of the day.
The day went from flute to flute,
went dressed in vegetation,
in flights which opened a tunnel
through the wind would pass
to where birds were breaking open
the dense blue air -
and there, night came in.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
between sun and geography -
I saw how wings worked,
how perfumes are transmitted
by feathery telegraph,
and from above I saw the path,
the springs and the roof tiles,
the fishermen at their trades,
the trousers of the foam;
I saw it all from my green sky.
I had no more alphabet
than the swallows in their courses,
the tiny, shining water
of the small bird on fire
which dances out of the pollen.
Pablo Neruda
and for those of you who want to read community Reader poets more often here's the link http://www.sandiegoreader.com/weblogs/groups/poetry/
My daughter moved out in '07 because I wouldn't support her in her career choice to be a poet. God gave me one...
What a perfect picture to put above "I think you're wonderful." He just has that look on his face.
ur daughter is a poet...she would need a patron to keep her fed then Mindy...how lucky and unlucky 4 u all at the same time...hahahahahahaha....a (different kind) of writer in the family
the picture of Mr Lux does go perfectly with the poem he wrote (up in the Reader this week)...it would be fun to go and listen to him read...
Suitable underwear-hahahahaha. Funny woman, you are.
my favorite kind of men's underwear is no underwear at all...going Commando can be so poetically stimulating!!!
my friend antigeesus left this little tome 4 me on Facebook
Give me a poet like Pablo Neruda.
One that makes Harlem sound just like Bermuda.
He's not into hookers, other dudes, or sports
. And makes enough money to buy his own shorts
dat woman is a doll!!!.
Luv it. I wouldn't call him lightly restrained though.
i think this is Poet's Progress
like Pilgrim's Progress
More Blog men's underwear talk
hahahahahahahahahahaha....yes Quill....will it never cease
ya know Quill i actually was affected by TallSharons Speedo reference and that how men's unmentionables got into this poem
so u can blame her 4 all this below the belt action!!!
i think that's why so many older men in warm climates like ours Mindy discontinue wearing them
i hope i'm not continuing to offend ur sensibilities Quill
3 very talented poets. made me smile. quillpena comment made me laugh out loud :)
u started this TS.....hahahahahahahaha
Pablo Neruda is even more brilliant in Spanish. And Mindy is wrong about the underwear, some men over 50 still wear it well. And no, I'm not modelling mine, you'll simply have to take my word for it ;)
agreed hunnyunderwear ...Pablo is MOST amazing in Spanish...and i only know men over 50 Refried...therefore i speak lovingly of the older mans HAUGHT bod..hahahahahahahahaha
thx 4 the drop by hun and enhorabuena grande on ur Baseball series on Game Day here at the Reader..it's uber good!!!
Glad you enjoy it, Nan. It's a lot more of a grind than people might think, but I love doing it. With the commute, it's around a twelve-hour day. But I can't think of a better way to spend twelve hours.
good days...the trolley helps if u don't want to drive it...my husband Bobby thinks it's just about the most cogent critique there is on the Padres... I've turned a few Padres fans on to it
i'm glad u link it on Facebook...that helps!!
where is that dang RZ...flitten around in the trolleys and buses i suppose...lolol Neruda's lookin' 4 him http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photo...
hooray!!!
my pictures back!!!