Since I was the last person to post in this thread, I am starting the new one, and copying over the challenge from my post! Have fun! If you need help, some of the authors are Masefield, Wordsworth, Kipling, Keats and Chesterton. And Shakespeare, of course!
After pondering carefully about this, I decided this was the best place to post this challenge! A bit of fun for my fellow poetry lovers – there are 11 classical English language poems referenced in this poem about the pandemic, plus one reference from a well-know Shakespearian play!
How many can you identify? Have fun! (And no, using Google is NOT considered cheating!)
I won’t arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
I’ll sanitize the doorknob, and make a cup of tea.
I won’t go down to the sea again, I won’t go out at all,
I’ll wander lonely as a cloud, from the kitchen to the hall.
There’s a green-eyed yellow monster to the north of Kathmandu,
But I shan’t be seeing him just yet, and nor, I think will you.
While the dawn comes up like thunder to the north of Mandalay,
I’ll make my bit of supper, and eat it from a tray.
I shall not speed my bonnie boat across the sea to Skye
Or take the rolling English road from Birmingham to Rye.
About the woodland just right now, I am not free to go,
To see the Keep Out posters or the cherry hung with snow.
And no, I won’t be travelling much within the realms of gold.
Or get to Milford haven. All that’s been put on hold.
Give me your hands, I shan’t request, albeit we are friends
Nor come within a mile of you, until this **** show ends.
I did not compose this. The author is anonymous. The poem first appeared in a parish magazine back in May of this year.Jan 16, 2021 at 8:23 pm
Oh goodness… any chance that we might possibly see Parm? That would be SO awesome 🥰Jan 20, 2021 at 12:58 pm
Servant of the Secret Fire : 46 posts
I’m friends with him on facebook! I’ll see if I can get him in to drop in 😀Jan 20, 2021 at 1:18 pm
That would be SO great! 😀Jan 20, 2021 at 2:19 pm
I heart leaps up to see this place,
where much is filled with fun and grace,
where whimsy and good laughter rules
where heroes may appear as fools;
where strength is measured more in heart
that by some dark occultic art.
Oh, yes! I shall be glad to be
with friends of such nobility!
Parm…and I do not like to be gone for long!Jan 26, 2021 at 10:42 am
Parm, glad to be a part of this lovely corner of the universe!Jan 26, 2021 at 11:16 am
Reflection Upon Walking About on the Hills of Nose Hill Park
in Central Calgary
The wink of sun upon the brow
of snowblown golden grassy hills,
gilds all the more these gentle crests
above grey roads that traffic fills.
The many hues that rush about
enhanced by red and yellowed light,
do not outshine the marvel here
though only dimmed by starry night.
Upon these hills I see the towers,
which commerce built, but most are bare,
but on these God-blessed mounds of earth
is nature’s busied thoroughfare.
The rabbits bound to find some food
and coyote’s too (Run, rabbits! Run!),
while magpies float in frosty air
and have a bit of magpie fun.
Yes, there are dogs that scamper here,
off-leash, but seem intent to play
with other dogs and owners, too,
who find some calm this wintered day.
I shall hike down to my own steed
of rubbered hoof and painted steel,
and venture out with memories
to savour with a noon-time meal.
ParmJan 27, 2021 at 3:39 am
A Template Post for Future PostsJan 31, 2021 at 10:55 am
This Poet’s Heart of Mine
Mine is a poetry drawn from the rhythms
my life seems to echo from heart-beats around me
all crying for words.
I call on all rhymes, then, to serve me, in fashion,
to aid my reflections in poetic creations
in handfuls not herds.
Oh yes, I hear lyrics in car horns and klaxons
in rib-splitting laughter and hard-breaking sobs
I use words to grasp
Indeed, I am startled by whimsical comments
of magpies and robins, of breathless squirrels running
of rabbits who gasp.
It starts by a simple, but humble requirement,
that I must just listen, allowing no comment–
they will soon follow.
Then bursting with some akin to child-bearing,
I give birth to limericks, couplets, and sonnets–
never left hollow.
Here then in fragments, no never completed,
are images for you to grasp what transpires
when poetry calls.
No, not like a Siren, who trills one to ruin,
but more like the angels who call me much higher
to bright heaven’s halls.
ParmJan 31, 2021 at 11:24 am
Look something more poetic,
not so barren or pathetic.
Grateful still to write and post
for I love blessing TORC the most!Jan 31, 2021 at 9:12 pm
The Choices of Winter
Watch more snow.
Watch snow melt.
Watch more snow melt.
Shiver some more.
…and then there are the outside sports!
Like….down that slope?
Like an elliptical but going somewhere.
early 19th century:
from Canadian French tabaganne,
from Micmac topaĝan ‘sled’.
…and there you have it.
but with blades…
like having shoes
Yes, 911? I went sledding–
the sled rebelled!
Drink lots of warm stuff.
Parm…who really does like winter,
but then again,
he also likes to arrange his
paper clips in plastic bags
People worry about Parm…Feb 6, 2021 at 10:13 am
Shield Bearer : 168 posts
Oh, the dance, the songs, the fun,
and we have only just begun!Jan 27, 2021 at 7:24 pm
Petitioner to the Council : 4 posts
I look forwards to reading the many heartfelt and thoughtful poems 👍Jan 28, 2021 at 5:50 am
You think Jon could have added a ‘like’ button to the forums, so we can like your wonderful poems… 😍Jan 31, 2021 at 11:28 am
There are a number of interesting features one needs to deal with settling into this new place, rather
like what happens when we settle into a new house that no longer has the idiosyncrasies we learned to love in the old one. (I hope we can still go back and visit there! I have poems I want to take out and save that I never got around to!)
I am honoured to find a place where I reflect poetically among you. I am dreadful with stories, marginal with prose, only because I have to use it throughout my day, but I take on wings with poetry!
Jan 31, 2021 at 2:50 pm
I Know the Dentist is My Friend, but…
I know the Dentist is My Friend,
but all tools, laid side to end
and gizmos here and …needles! there
gives this senior quite the scare.
He smiles so nicely, pearly-white;
I think they could be seen at night!
still here I sit to face my fate
for dental care that came too late.
No fault of mine, though, I am told,
and no amount of VISA gold
can make another tooth appear:
this is the toll of year on year.
The tooth must go–infected now–
serene I sit, blithe as a cow,
and all that knowledge ably kept
has made this dentist quite adept.
The tooth is pulled, and I am blessed
with gauze which on my wound is pressed,
and fully medicated, I
head home with sorrowed, doleful sigh.
Despite the pain and drug-filled sleep,
I vow my other teeth to keep,
brushing, flossing, rinsing…there!
Showing them my dental care.
Still creep of years and things well past
may take their toll on me at last.
I then shall smile (with one tooth less)
and find in aging more to bless.
ParmJan 31, 2021 at 3:21 pm
There once was a bardling name Parm who strove to use poetic charm to write poems to pay for his meal, but folks say, all was paid when the cook flexed his arm.
(Just a limerick folks…nothing to look into deeper,
all is well…really.)
ParmJan 31, 2021 at 3:37 pm
There once was a bardling name Parm,
who strove to use poetic charm
to write poems to pay
for his meal, but folks say,
all was paid when the cook flexed his arm.
(Just a limerick folks…nothing to look into deeper,
all is well…really.)
ParmFeb 6, 2021 at 10:06 am
Citizen of Imladris : 28 posts
The smile that spreads from ear to ear
from reading words of kindness here,
does much to bring much needed sun
to wintry days, where there is none.
ParmJan 31, 2021 at 9:09 pm
I used to know how to make a post
but seems like I can’t cuz I’m not the host?
There’s lots of things I knew to do
but welcome to places with many things new!
Feb 6, 2021 at 10:15 am
…but what if I really don’t want to reply?
I don’t want Sunsilver to feel crushed, and cry!
I want to bring poems, all sparkly and new:
But that was before, when I knew what to do.
So here is my poem…Sunsilver? Enjoy!
I hope there shall be other skills I can employ!Feb 6, 2021 at 10:18 am
Out of greyness and barrenness, life bursts anew,
for though winter has reigned, now a springtime is due!
Barren tangles of branches will hold blossoms bright,
Windows framed in dark shadows will soon gleam with light.
Trees will bud, with green messengers, bearing such news!
Wearied souls who observe this would never confuse
the rich season soon coming with ones gone before.
Ah, spring! Lovely spring shall bring treasures once more!Mar 23, 2021 at 6:42 pm
Hello, Sunsilver…just some administrative details:
If you want to change the Heading: Wandering into Winter
to something springlike…come March 21…I like this heading
Dancing into Spring… (your call).Feb 6, 2021 at 10:21 am
Excellent suggestion, PARM!
I regret hijacking your thread… 😟
I will make sure I do that at the appropriate time!Feb 6, 2021 at 11:31 am
nothing to regret
…in fact, I owe you
for doing that!
that come to mind
as I blithely post
(aka rendering a letter into free verse…Well…if Faulkner can introduce us to stream-of-consciousness writing,
I can create posting poems!)
(who really, really, really loves poetry.)Feb 6, 2021 at 12:26 pm
Gracious as always, Parm! Thank you!
Now if you (and other denizens inhabiting this thread) love poetry so much, how come NONE OF YOU have taken up my challenge?
Or should I just post the answers and be done with it… 😥Feb 6, 2021 at 2:06 pm
Petitioner to the Council : 10 posts
So happy to see old friends
Hearing verses from special poets such as PARM!
Thank you Jonathan for freshing up our new home!
Love you all!!! 😍Feb 13, 2021 at 12:13 am
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May the flooring you seek to be selling,
bring you joy in the days that unfold,
but please savour the friendships around you,
than with ways we shall part with our gold.
You may not see this poem brought to you,
a brief sorrow I feel for your soul.
For entrepreneurial spirit,
may you find this place makes you more…whole.
(the Parm of the Pondering Place)Feb 14, 2021 at 6:05 pm
The Lenten Journey
For those who know well those liturgical seasons
that have their own special liturgical reasons
for drawing our thoughts ever outward to God,
may you feel much more grateful, inspired, and more awed.
I find that by saying my “No” to more things,
my Yes brings more wonders, with few sorrowings.
My “No” is that discipline helping me see
what is best, not just good, to bless more than just…me.
I grasp how my journey, not only for strength,
has far greater dimensions, not merely its length.
Break forth, then, O Heaven, and teach me to sing
how with sacrificed pleasures what more less shall bring.
ParmFeb 14, 2021 at 6:24 pm
Citizen of Imladris : 33 posts
“‘Tis Parm, ’tis Parm!”, the joyous cry goes up
among the faithful followers, all those of thirsty souls,
who have tried to navigate this overflowing cup
of sorrow and of solitude, wandering o’er deserted shoals.
“‘Tis Parm, ’tis Parm!” the chorus ringing loud
among the caring comrades, who have missed the gentle kiss
of the poet’s pen, which always does said poet proud,
and soothes our frazzled souls and minds, with his finesse.
Gadzooks, am I ever rusty!!
Nevertheless, it’s sooooo good to see our dear Poet back again! I have so missed your delightful meanderings my friend . . . 🧙♂️
“When you carry a Broadsword, you never have the same problem twice.”Feb 15, 2021 at 2:40 pm
Petitioner to the Council : 14 posts
I know for certain
Parm doesn’t recall me
But glad I am
to simply learn that
his heart still dwells
in his lyrical mountains
🥰Apr 13, 2021 at 2:18 am
The pleasure that comes from recalling
may be ever distant and dim,
but the fact that a friend has stopped by here,
makes my faculty’s failing less grim.
I rejoice that you find in these poems
a reason to come here at all,
and to sit with contentment and gladness,
is the spirit that fills up this hall.
Parm…who loves the joy of the word
as much as The Word!Apr 13, 2021 at 6:20 pm
Thank you, my friends, for patiently waiting for my return. Many know me as “Parm” ,but my name is Paul, and I have been on on a very long and challenging journey to lose fat and build muscle. It’s been wonderful so far!
Here is my story:
1. My fitness story
2. The rest of the fitness story…
3. IDFA Body Transformation … Alberta…gold medal
Begins at 28:28…or 28:37…for the audio to begin…
4. IDFA Body Transformation … Canada …silver medal
Begins at 13:00 and then on to the final standings…I am the top male contestant….and silver for Canada.Aug 29, 2021 at 8:06 pm
Citizen of Imladris : 68 posts
Hello, Parm! I hope you’re well.Sep 15, 2021 at 6:07 am