In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
Two star-crossed lovers met and fell in love,
Their families’ feud a barrier between
The passions of these two, sent from above.

But love knows not of hate, nor time, nor place,
And Romeo and Juliet could not resist
The pull of fate, the magic of their grace,
And so they vowed to love, no matter the risk.

Their love was pure, a flame that burned so bright,
That even death could not put out its light.
For though they died, their love did not expire,
But lived on in the hearts of all who desire

To find a love that’s true, a love that’s real,
Like Romeo and Juliet, forever to feel.

:: 02.28.2023 ::

What spirit imbue that flesh! A love as thy mother in her best
twinkle eye too, heart of gold that mystic flair balance dew
upon the blade of green-soothe and touch thy father’s heart, too!

And thou tend to good deeds that love and life bequeath all
a fire and tender twinkle too thy father so joyous tears sing
and moon and bird-song along shall forever follow you!

Her lovely grace in turmoil say and his heart too shall always beat
for you the world and all its gifts not of gold or position in world
but that tender spot angels dance that room which first I met you

Which must have the best cot that for ever remain has my home
Thou art a fair thing a bloom of sweet beauty, fair fair, I mean
It’s more than the roses a bright noon-day bringing the day
it’s not the grass all broken now it’s not the rain after, or not
a cold kiss of winter night it’s what’s inside the one
but their fur or not, they’re not as dear they’re neither roses nor grass
but what’s inside the heart-and the bloom that come to keep that

What winds’ soft breath, what autumn songs from the skies that day
and what beauty was not lost come from the heart’s cleft,
a heart I hold in mine to thy father that who now with eyes in silence fix
tears of heart that he will weep for you,
From Heaven above have come

THE ROSE AND THE FLOWER

: 08.31.2022 ::

Cadavre Exqis

WHERE are my poets? I yearn to play
an exquisite game of “Corpse Reviver.”
It’s known in French as “Cadavre exquis.”
Let’s come together, and with words so vivid,
paint pictures of beauty and delight.
My parlour’s set, the wine is poured,
Let our hearts and minds take flight!

:: 02.23.2023 ::

Poet’s words:

This poem has a playful tone and expresses the speaker’s desire to engage in a creative activity with other poets. The use of the phrase “Corpse Reviver” instead of “Exquisite Corpse” adds an element of intrigue and mystery to the poem.

The mention of the French name “Cadavre exquis” highlights the international and cross-cultural nature of the game and the creative process. The speaker’s invitation to “come together” and “paint pictures of beauty and delight” emphasizes the collaborative and communal nature of the activity, as well as the goal of creating something beautiful and inspiring.

The last two lines, “My parlour’s set, the wine is poured, / Let our hearts and minds take flight!” add a sense of excitement and anticipation, suggesting that the speaker and the other poets are ready to let their creativity soar and see where it takes them. Overall, the poem celebrates the joy of artistic expression and the power of collaboration and community in the creative process.