My Muse Sailed Away

It's three months already since
he set sail from blogosphere
to the shores of real life
never to return

Derrick thinks he is a fading memory

To the discerning, and lovers of
fine art and music, that can never
happen.Have a lovely holiday Darling
and I hope you enjoy the Chopin

Pigeon On A WIre

a little crested pigeon
flitting her tail on the wire
outside my study window
dancing to a mazurka
boy, does she love Chopin

perfect rhythm even in the
rubato section
couldn't be a coincidence
do scientists know about this?
or maybe it's just her

ST MATTHEW PASSION....GOOD FRIDAY

Listening to this at night, gazing up at the milky way in the vast Liverpool Plains reminds me that everything else is of little importance .

Three Cheers For The Paraclete

3WW


she sat on the ledge
looking out to sea
from her thinking seat
watching the waves
knead the rocks
under the melting sun

this was her place
to cleanse the cobwebs away
the oracle had told her
it was her time again
she knew it and
she meant it

WEDDING AT CANA

The help were clumsy
that afternoon dropping
plates and wine goblets
clanging and reverberating
on the tile floors

There was much laughing
and jollity and they were
getting through the
wine at a rate of knots
much like beer consumption
at a bush barbecue

The two newly weds sat
shyly and smiling at
the top table but J
detected another mood
at the table in the far corner
where the widow sat
It seemed the stone mason
had his eye on her
and it looked mutual

A feeling of great joy enveloped him
at the happiness of this gathering
He smiled at humanity at its very best
Small wonder that he loved them.
He wanted to prolong this moment.

He asked for more water and discreetly
performed his first miracle
It was equivalent to Chateau Latour
1886 vintage and he was congratulated
for leaving the best till last.

POW PROMPT 27

Maundy Thursday is the celebration of the " THE LAST SUPPER" and is the first day of Christ's Passion.

Thought this would make a good prompt for Easter week.Found this interesting snippet from a well known atheist, John Mortimer.

Yet no one can deny that the Christian belief in the supreme importance of each individual soul was a great advance on faiths which thought of slaves as soulless. The King James Bible is of extraordinary power and beauty, and subsequent cack handed translations now used in churches have reduced a work of inspired poetry to mere improbability.

Much of the literature I've valued, the art I've most enjoyed,has been produced by unquestioning Christians. Whether I'm a believer or not, I'm a part of a Christian civilisation.

The Last Supper

There was something ominous
in the air that night
A heightened bonhomie
between them all could be
perceived as a little strained

As he broke bread a few particles
seem to be suspended
fleetingly floating in mid air
before they dropped like snow flakes
to the floor

Beads of sweat suddenly trickled
down Iscariot's neck
He had been in good form that night
unusually attentive and charming company

He left the room briefly
his sandals filled with lead
so heavy he could hardly put one foot
in front of the other walking in slow motion

Gathering his repose,he steeled himself
to his resolve and practised his kissing pout
for the big occasion

PALM SUNDAY

It was a sunny day
just like today
I suppose
the crowd
waving palms
yelled for more
they did that
on both occasions
I believe

FOR THE WEEKEND

Swan Of Tuonela

3WW

It is evident
This is no illusion
The ice caps are melting
Who is responsible for this tragic turn of events
You were warned not to hurt the swan of tuonela


Please do not blame the english horn
He is sad enough already with his plaintive
haunting notes carried on the wind
whistling through the frozen ice

Lawrence Gladeview

I wrote a love poem just recently and was reminded of how difficult this is to do well. Most poets succumb to something purplish and icky, but Lawrence is an exception and does a very nice one.

He is featured in YOUNG AMERICAN POETS and other publications.
Go visit his blog Righteous Rightings
http://beatnikprose.blogspot.com
http://mediavirusmagazine.wordpress.com



Eight Deep By Noon
by Lawrence Gladeview

it is bitter cold outside
the snow is coming down in sheets,
and naked trees are bending in the howling wind

no, i don't want to get the mail,or let the dog out for that matter...

goddamn does this hot water feel good,
running down my back, hand pressed against the shower wall
the dial will not turn left any further,i wish it would

nothing feels better than this pair of sweat pants and oversized socks

except the neat bourbon my love has poured for me to drink,
while we hold hands and watch our world ice over and cripple to its knees.

INTRODUCING THE GROSS SIR LES PATTERSON

MAD WOMAN'S BREAKFAST

It seems
that it is preferable to eat sludge
at a mad woman's breakfast
with questionable company
than indulge in fine dining with one

'A chacun son gout' dit
Madame Sosostris to dear Mr.Equitone.

" Windmills Of Your Mind" performed by Sting
The poem beneath was written to the music in this video
and is meant to be read while playing the video.

POETIC ASIDES PROMPT 'NEVER AGAIN'...APRIL 10

Clarisse Becket


NEVER AGAIN

It only takes a song to spin back
the windmills of your mind on a rainy Sunday afternoon

It only takes a song to have you
floundering in a king tide of memories

Too many times too many times
too many waterfalls of scalding tears
too many dark afternoons of despair

I have not forgotten that dumping that tonne weighted wave
breaking my back drowning me in turbulent white water
I didn't see it coming

MEMORIES
I do remember that heady rush of excitement
at seeing your face approaching from the crowd
with an enormous bunch of red roses
I do remember turning my head to quickly rearrange
my expression for fear of bursting with happiness
praying that my pounding heart beating noisely
like flapping wings would not be audible

And

I do remember, with your lips pressed to the nape of my neck
and your arms wrapped around my waist, recklessly burying
my normally alert antennae in all that joy and bliss
finding myself rudderless on that comet ride
through the galaxy, dancing on the rim of the moon

It was all too wonderful
and it came at such a cost

Napowrimo 8... Nursery Rhyme Prompt

Jack Spratt

Jack Spratt could eat no fat
his wife could eat no lean
Jack fell down and broke his crown
his wife was really mean
" No more hot cross buns for you "
she said and licked the platter clean

" You and Humpty Dumpty
are mill stones round my neck
As far as I'm concerned my dear
you'd be better off with Beck
You know, the old woman who
lives in a shoe
who has so many children she is
always looking for someone new."

FOR THE WEEKEND

Priscilla Queen Of The Desert..." I Will Survive "

Do Not Try This In A Middle Eastern Desert.

You Will Not Survive.

MAD DOG POETRY

3WW and Poetry Bus

some creatures are really quite strange
and very peculiar to engage
take Mad Dog for instance
adamant and insistent
that she's really a pineapple princess
who fabricated her existence
as Carmen Miranda's maid