ARIEL'S POETRY BLOG

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Saturday, March 10, 2007

THERE, BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD, GO I. A prose poem? Poetic prose? You say.

I shall probably rework this at some future date, 'cos it was written in haste. Visiting Hour How cruelly swift the hour flies, in the bar dappled, dingy room! Where are all those conversations, rehearsed in Wal-Mart neon moonlit rooms in restive apartment blocks? Stilled and hushed they are in... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

DAMNED THINGS ARE LIKE KIDS! WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY'RE UP TO OUT OF YOUR SIGHT

EMAILS We email each other- friends and I: send thoughts winging through the air, in an arcane, mysterious process, known only to a computer geek. What manner of beast is an email? This telecommunicatus computerus: species electronicus emailicus? What manner of creature is this? When I have composed... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

A POEM.

Storm in the sierras. Those harbingers of primavera, almond blossoms fall like snow, each one writ by the hand of God. Stark and grey the sierras stand these, the bony ribs of earth; rearing massive, grey and sere. Among the lofty, lonely peaks newborn goats die in the rain. Heaven weeps her copious... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 5, 2007

YOU GO ON BLOGGIN' AN' GOGGLIN' AND THIS COULD HAPPEN TO YOU. Yikes, or me!

THE CHAT ROOM ADDICT With profound apologies to Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven”. Lately on a midnight dreary: back all stiff and eyes all bleary, I sat pecking at my computer, fingers racing like a scooter ( you know, one of those nifty Eyetalian jobs that do 0 to 60 m.p.h in... well, eventually )... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, March 2, 2007

LOVE CAN BE REALLY TOUGH AT TIMES, CAN'T IT?

Foreword: A bit of a cheat this, ‘cos it really belongs in my Fiction blog, I guess. Trouble is that there’s a guy called Ariel posting a story that looks as if it’s going to run longer than The Mousetrap, so I can’t get a look in. Anyway, my excuse is that it is a bit poetic … TOUGH LOVE It’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

THESE DAMNED GUIRIS : THEY'RE LIKE WOODWORMS, THEY GET EVERYWHERE!!!

Okay, call me a cheat then! I know it ain’t a poem, and it takes up more than a single side of a sheet of paper, so it can’t be a vignette; but you gotta a admit it is just a bit poetic. Me? The only time I set foot down there on the costas – Spain’s Mediterranean coast, is when I have to, because …... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

CHURCHILL USED TO SAY " PRAY LET ME HAVE, ON ONE SHEET OF PAPER, ...."

This is one of those vignettes that I told you about; a story on one side of a sheet of A4 paper. These are a really good exercise in editing! FLOWER GIRL He was heart flutteringly handsome, and when he came into her florist shop – which was almost every day – he was very shy and seeming nervous in... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 25, 2007

SHEESH, I'M A DOGMATIC OLD BUGGER!!!

Okay, call me a Philistine, see if I care! This modern poetry – well, to be fair, not all of it of course – but a hell of a lot of it: I read it, and I go “ Yer wo?”, or maybe “ Whaddya mean? ” The stuff I detest most is this almost verb-less garbage; you know what I mean … “ Blue sky, red sun,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I TELL YOU, FOLKS : THERE'S JUST NO PLEASIN' SOME GALS!!

I mean, you buy her a new Lexus for her birthday; you floor that mugger that was after her purse; push comes to shove, you’ll even go out and fight that dragon that’s been terrorizing the ‘hood. And ( and greater love hath no man!! ) you even put up with her father’s patronising, “ Is that the only... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

A LITTLE BIT OF ARIEL'S ROMANTIC MOONLIT MUSINGS

I can't really say that this new toolbar is any more poem-friendly than the old one. THAT NIGHT, ON THE BEACH There on the beach; cupped in a bowl of sand, fringed about with spikened grasses we lay, my love and I. In the deepest womb of night; in the glowing, aureate light. That night, on the... Sign in to see full entry.

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