https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/I've been writing poetry daily for the past two years. I like Japanese Haiku. I'm currently in love with Iambic Pentameter and the Shakespearean Sonnet. I make it a practice to write at least one sonnet per day. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891871“Thanksgiving Message” One cannot be so generous in war. Our Bird’s analogy; his bold account, compares this siege of Syrians to shore as long ago our Puritans did mount! Our enemy now interweaves their tread with innocent, who, striving to be free, must mock us with their ugly whore, instead, so...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891465Rate This Source: Sketch by Clint Casey. “Jazzy Religion” She red-lipped prophet-seer blaring out the word. He prays swell apple-cheeked blowing on his horn. Me soul-less entranced; their foot still in my door.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891464“Waiting for the Morn” Morning lifts my dark curtain of night; sea-gulled and wing’ed; warm satin bright. She’ll scatter the dust of a billion stars grace sweeping the universe here to Mars.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891378“Between Two Worlds” Though heaven’s gate is grace-filled for the soul, I stay and hover, halting near this earth. Unless you, cherished one, were there to hold, my courage dare not leap beyond this berth. My heart has need of your familiar ground. I want no more than comfort of your kiss. You,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891351On the concert floor they're shooting them one-by-one silencing their song.https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891319“The Flop” There's yawn and sleep; my lids are lead tonight. But shock and screaming overtakes malaise It is no dream! I have them all at bay! Ol' Slammin' Jack (that's me) will have her fight. She has a Texas yearn fer aces, three I hold my poker face behind my hand. I'm wide awake and playin'...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891299Leave a Comment Edit Rate This I designed this doll about 1995. Her face is paper mache formed by hand and painted. The rest of her body is made from an old tea-dyed sheet. Her hair is from an adult human hair wig torn apart and restitched. Her jacket is from an old tablecloth. Her under-dress is...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891237Elegy For a Dolphin This dolphin trusted all with heart and soul and so his child-like mind would play with them. He had no warning people could take hold so bruise him as he can no longer swim. Oh, will we ever learn the sacredness; that bond between the human and all life. To dolphin, this...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891155“ without using the words: tree, leaves or leaf, autumn, death, I found this in an old poetry magazine and it sounds fun yet also quite challenging.” (quote from Katray) I enjoyed the challenge, trying to get away from the usual; the expected and mundane). We all complain about winter, but in our...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/PoeticPoetry/891123Painting by Berthe Morisot, 1872 A sleeping baby girl; she slumbers here. The breathless mother watches all her dreams. Her tiny mouth moves just to share the air. In twinkling innocence her young face beams. Her baby’s here; her sleeping star is near and mother listens for the slightest sound as...