Elliott

I finally found another musical I don't absolutely hate!
Avenue Q... I'm taking my nephew to see it as soon as everything settles.

MarkMiller

I want to see a few shows but I think I may have missed them. I have never seen Phantom of the Opera and it was returning to Sacramento. They renovated the largest theatre to accommodate the load in years ago so now it's here all the time.

Dianekkdi

I blogged my MUSHROOMS (1992) Poem.

I had to downsize the font to keep form. I noticed that on the net.

I once entered a poem in a contest in Ireland. They centered it. I was sad. I know they meant no harm...but, the poem was form dependent. It was one of my favorites; one I had written with Ken Kesey in mind. It had that flow.

Dangers of the internet, yes? It could drive ya to drink..... (just kidding).

Hope you don't mind the repetition. It looks like I can post it full-sized in the forum format. I even tried it using size 3 font and was able to maintain line form. Hmmm? Anything we can do about the blog size or formatting?

Not to be a stickler--well never mind that. I am a stickler. I like poetry and form. It is to be played with, teased, even cajoled. Poetry has to flow, flood, tiptoe and trickle. Form is a requirement, an absolute must.

If you want to say form doesn't matter...well then, we'll just have to fight and Robert Frost's ghost just might lecture you at midnight.


In short here, as I stated in my blog, I wrote this particular poem for a Graduate Level Poetry Workshop. The form was a requirement.


MUSHROOMS by ~Dianekkdi~(1992)

Alone, the wind sighs against
Barren stone burned by wintered sun, while
Corpses cached in blown dry tears, lie
Deaf and dumb.

Ecstasy creeps in mushrooms
Falling into gallows and
Gardens black where
Hallucinations’ haunting cries are lost
In the moan of the wind.

Justice undone, the oven door yawns hot
Kissing the emptiness,
Licking lips swollen with the swallowing of the
Moon crying for a newborn twin,
Neutered and barren.

On and on, the wind sighs,
Perturbed, and bereft.
Quivering and questioning its
Running nowhere, without leaves to whisper in.

Shadowed visions with myopic eyes
Tremble in eddies of
Undulating waves of heated breath
Vacillating slowly toward the seduction
Wishing with the wind, wanting the
X-rays rampant, until triumphant, the last
Yoke has tightened closed and
Zealous hath overcome -- ground zero designated.

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DannyBoy

Hey Diane, there is an Official Poetry Thread floating around in this sub-forum of Arts & Entertainment, would love to see somemore of your Poems in there if you fancied strolling over and putting them in ?. Very cool stuff indeed.

MarkMiller

I was bored last night and while I was posting over at the HBO Bill Maher Boards, I decided to illustrate a couple of things for the Heart of Gold thread.

Heretic

bumb for Kaycee...

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