Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Esther
The one whose name is yours seduced a king
Spent a year in harem, perfumed daily
Clever virgin asked what pleasured Xerxes
One night, her informed delights made her Queen
Her uncle Mordecai kept faith nearby,
toiled in low office, saved the Regents life
When an ancient enemy reappears
says she must reveal she is a jewish wife,
undo death decrees, avert her people’s slaughter
To see the king unbidden would be death
“Through feast, by wiles, I’ll avert disaster.
Fast, pray 3 days, I’ll prove my people’s daughter”
As with you by wit, by will, delivered
Though unnamed, God’s saving grace is rendered
Labels:
akua lezli hope,
bible,
esther,
god,
mordecai,
old testament,
poem,
poetry,
sonnet,
xerxes
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Blues prompt
I pad Blues
love me like an ipad, baby
love me all night long
love me like an i pad, baby
love me deep and strong
and when the night is over, baby
keep on turning me on
stroke me with your fingers baby
touch me soft and slow
stroke me with your fingers baby
swipe and swoosh and flow
tap whatever you want opened, baby
and i'll put on a show
love me like an ipad, baby
love me all night long
love me like an i pad, baby
love me deep and strong
and when the night is over, baby
be sure to carry me along
love me like an ipad, baby
love me all night long
love me like an i pad, baby
love me deep and strong
and when the night is over, baby
keep on turning me on
stroke me with your fingers baby
touch me soft and slow
stroke me with your fingers baby
swipe and swoosh and flow
tap whatever you want opened, baby
and i'll put on a show
love me like an ipad, baby
love me all night long
love me like an i pad, baby
love me deep and strong
and when the night is over, baby
be sure to carry me along
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
when can i stop crying for the gone?
never and again
when can i stop singing
for the gone?
never and again
when will i stop praising the gone?
never and again
when can i stop remembering
the gone?
never and again.
Adrienne Cecile Rich
May 16, 1929 Baltimore, Maryland to March 27, 2012, Santa Cruz, California
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I didn’t leave, I let you go.
Dr. Phil did not yet exist
as the one to tell me so
nor did Judges Judy or Milian
Each day i watch others
break and make mistakes
on versions of you
and at last, I’m glad
you’re long past, gone.
apology prompt