Friday Fantasy ~ Time After Time – #poetry

Really enjoyed reading this the other day.

Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos

siren-1191032_960_720Her calling brings longing
To souls lost at sea
Songs of the Siren
She sings them for thee

For men and their ships
Who have sailed to the deep
She callously draws them
Into eternal sleep

With songs from the bottom
Of a watery grave
They’re captured by beauty
Forever enslaved

And though they all know
These tales of the brine
Still they go searching
Time after time….

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Blue`Jays

I’m really liking this poem from notehelfer blog and such fluidity as well.

I can actually picture myself doing the dishes by my own kitchen window looking out at my garden and this playing out then letting out a small sigh/laugh or something before the final two lines and going to intervene.

Cool quote as well

Gathering Stones Strung on Threads

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Is there anything quite as free
as two blue`jays in an alder tree

Waiting for the faithful Seeder
to fill again their empty feeder

Watching from a kitchen window
listening to their blue`jay lingo

What the one says to the other
sure can’t be words of a lover

Just imagine what a wife would say
if her husband spoke to her that way

Wife: What’s the matter with you!
Husband: What’s the matter with you!

Back and forth the imitation goes
where it will end God only knows

Guess it’s time to intervene
Blue`jays can get awful mean

“When people are free to do as they please,
they usually imitate each other.” ~ Eric Hoffer

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Good Men

Really enjoyed reading this poem today from paulwelsh27 blog.

Last Night I Washed My Rottweiler

Summer’s Stately Home
bell ringing Fordism for carters and nags
past sounds sipped by male moustached lips
brazen beer breath hawkers
pulling equine straight-on
gallops are the death
Victorians without clean drinking water
drunken socialists are red lava over wealth redistribution
Locksmithery struck from the Plebian curriculum
hot tracing sunshine blazing trails towards tour guides eyes
hallelujah for Marx’s opium
Exocet missile rays of distraction
cracked elbows on cracked glass
mongrel mania
great house and greater leader
Volk love, scalped, handled hearts
Yoke

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