I know you love to say it, too, to shout the word as it fizzles through to slash at the air like a curlicue to roll your tongue over the sounds, it's true, but no, the word isn't invented it's no verbal miscue it's the sword of Don Durk: A pirate's squizzamaroo
— a Definito poem for #verselove for a word in the read-aloud poem The Pirate Don Durk of Dowdee
https://www.ethicalela.com/definito/ https://allpoetry.com/Pirate-Don-Durk-of-Dowdee
On this day's walk, just before dawn, in daybreak dark, one bird's song called us forward, carried us along: from road to poem to morning psalm
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/birds-are-so-smart/
We could sit here all day in the luxury of this noise: the sounds of voices clashing, guitars bashing up against the drums, the bass strings beating while the saxophone's meeting the thrum of amplifiers, blasting, we're all laughing at this melody we just now made out of nothing: the joy of creating the intangible, together
[tell me you're a musician without saying you're a musician]
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/tell-me-without-telling-me/
I'm a descendent of Ireland a potato famine great grandson She's the rising ship on the ocean a nobody to everyone
I'm of the roots she planted here a future generation, bloomed She's more than memory to us now and never too far from view
for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/song-structures-speak/
He was lost before we knew it
Fearing the worst, we divided up, crashing through waves of people
and one woman, someone we never found, found him, brought him safe to the station and then the lifeguards found us, too
A Cherita poem for #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/cherita/
Four syllables inside a poem wander the screen; singing alone
But maybe I'll break four syllables, five beats per poetic line - see if it'll rhyme
if I stretch it a bit and finger-counting, wish four syllables, five, six; rabbits like magic tricks
Now I notice one thing more a way to break through the door leave behind a few things more four syllables, five six seven (oops, now that's eight — regards, Kevin)
for #verselove Breaking the 4/4 poem https://www.ethicalela.com/4x4-poem/
... feldgangs of wonder and wander — Terry Elliott
Some paths bring us straight, the narrowing of sight Others take us crooked, through corners of night Whether we're wandering or wrapping our words in light We poets keep watch for dust, falling, in flight
— for #verselove
Listening in to the Hummmmm of refrigerator; a sort of forever music of the famished, the persistent white noise of a coolant engine singing, and if this orchestra vanished, the feast would begin: midnight making's of a defrosted sandwich
— a line-lifting collaborative poem via #verselove https://www.ethicalela.com/collaboration-inspiration/
Remembering
shadows in a concrete corner of the abandoned apartment pool, the water as green as sludge, thicker than mud
broken nails hammered wrong uneven boards wiggling slats as stairs on the tree to a sky fort, a children's' court
jumping bogs in rainy seasons, slipping feet squishing and sticking in the rich dark peaty wonder, each move, a blunder
the grove of small pines, perfectly protected from sight, the places we wandered to, without knowing it; we knew
There’s A-lways one poet
C-reating chaos out of the classroom
by R-efusing to bother to follow
the rules O-f the lesson -
S-ly and furtive, I’m guessing,
is where T-hat poet lives -
I-nside a space where a misplaced word gives
hope, C-reativity, and care: I’ll meet you there
— for #VerseLove https://www.ethicalela.com/verselove-2022-begins/