Day: July 24, 2019

Yer no quiero ser tu enemigo

5432DSC00144Oh,Lord someoene’s turned the light out on this dark and misty day
Well,Lord,I am complaining but I don’t know who to  blame
I turned back for my sleeping bag and my convertible laptop
When I started out again God hit me with his mop
I  knew it had been raining though I didn’t see a drop
I  don’t wanna go on  drowning anymore

Oh, the sun was shining wetly as we  put our trenchcoats on
We were off to Marks and Spencer’s to buy   two smart  old phones
They sell coats  stuffed  with  eiderdown  but though that is quite light
If we put the red ones on it won’t make Britain bright
I don’t wanna  pass for English ever more

Half the sky  looks dirty and the  other side is   black
I’ll ask God for his bill of rights and put it in my sack
We are greedy we are selfish, we are generous at times
We love to cook for children and to write them  funny rhymes
We envy and we hate and yet we do our  good  deeds too
We listen to our  hearts and souls  and fix them  up with glue
I don’t wanna to be your enemy no more
I don’t want to be your enemy no more
Ich will nicht mehr dein Feind sein
Yer no quiero ser tu enemigo

Vreau să fiu prietenul tău pentru tot mai mult

I want to be your friend for evermore

Sulking

As respite from  my work, I tried to sulk
I  practised ,  it became my  art and life
I never spoke but glowered like a pike
Till  the  cat’s claws lit up like street lights

You  cannot sulk  alone, so get a mate
Then sulk  all day  and sulk all through night
If they do not notice,  you ‘re becalmed
Unless the wind  of change  bring new insight

Sulking   draws us on  to sinking sands
The risk is not apparent when we start
An estuary’s currents   brings  us great alarm
In our breast, we feel the thumping heart

Sulking is so tempting  when morose
With our better angels let’s converse

With our inner demons, let’s get worse

If we see our partner,  does it hurt?

With our blackened souls we feel the curse

Man United won and I am bust

I never liked board games  and this worse

If you’re writing ,aim to keep it terse/ aim to write in verse

 

The alphabet convicts us by its charm

The noises we can make with  mouth and throat
Make patterns  like  the music of the birds
The graphic line, the new emotion caught
Expressed by sentence and by  the true words

No teacher or professor made our tongue
A gradual evolution  done with art
Before the prose there was the evensong
As home the little sparrows want to dart

Yet with  this  language we can   commit fraud
Lies are   hidden   even in our bones
Then we have the enigmatic code
What translates and what  is  lost,alone

The  fractured   chaos  of the world takes  form
The alphabet convicts us by its charm

Post modernism and poetry

 

 

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https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/postmodernism

Extract:

It includes other 20th-century theoretical movements such as poststructuralism and deconstruction,mainly through a common emphasis on discourse and the power of language in structuring thought and experience. Because it attacks traditional concepts of history, knowledge, and reality itself—arguing that “truth” is culturally and historically specific—postmodernism has often been accused of relativism.