 Poetic Challenge using Longfellow's "Excelsior" |
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 May 4 12, 15:34
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 Creative Chieftain  Posts: 11,363 Joined: 15-June 07 From: Springfield, Louisiana Member No.: 446 Real Name: Larry D. Jennings Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:Just wondered in.  |
Hi Alan,
Glad you enjoyed the read and hopefully, got as many chuckles from the prior posts as I got from yours. It contained a great many Colonels of humor. Larry ·······  ·······When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers. Larry D. Jennings MM Award Winner       |
  
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May 6 12, 03:10
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 Laureate Legionnaire Posts: 3,446 Joined: 16-October 06 From: UK Member No.: 298 Real Name: Alan McAlpine Douglas Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori/Eisa/loads of old friends |
Dear Larry,
Yes, I enjoyed many of the preceding ones. Thanks for enjoying this one. I wrote a poem years ago in which Kernal Saunders "changed the face of British litter" ! Love Alan ······· ······· |
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May 6 12, 08:26
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Creative Chieftain Posts: 11,363 Joined: 15-June 07 From: Springfield, Louisiana Member No.: 446 Real Name: Larry D. Jennings Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:Just wondered in. |
Hi Alan,
There is more than a "kernal" of truth in what you say about the "chicken litter" problem. Trouble is, the problem has gone global. Egg-zacting a huge toll on the worlds' efforts to go "green", leaving us all thying with eggasperation, frying on a wing and a prayer. Where is your poem posted? I'd like to read it. Larry ······· ·······When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers. Larry D. Jennings MM Award Winner |
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May 6 12, 10:34
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Laureate Legionnaire Posts: 3,446 Joined: 16-October 06 From: UK Member No.: 298 Real Name: Alan McAlpine Douglas Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori/Eisa/loads of old friends |
Dear Larry,
Here : DEATH TO THE LITTERATI Munch munch, ye ravishers of toothsome sweet, whose litter papers each and ev'ry street: cough cough, inflame your lung ye stub-born haler of tobaccos whose debris's up my garden path and up my nose: scrape down and bow, towards Kentucky, ye worshippers of colonel who forever changed the face of once great British mess: harken unto me, ye litterati, you should all be SHOT, were it not for greater litter of bodies thus engendered. Yet attend, such corps of corpses be the desirable core of bio-degradability. Hmmm. Let me not seem too trigger-happy ..... ALan McAlpine Douglas Love Alan ······· ······· |
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Jul 18 14, 14:29
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 Ornate Oracle Posts: 18,560 Joined: 2-August 03 From: Southwest New Jersey, USA Member No.: 6 Real Name: Daniel J Ricketts, Sr. Writer of: Poetry Referred By:Lori |
fried chicken is to be eaten without fork ······· ·······Slow down; things will go faster!
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Aug 8 14, 13:36
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Creative Chieftain Posts: 11,363 Joined: 15-June 07 From: Springfield, Louisiana Member No.: 446 Real Name: Larry D. Jennings Writer of: Poetry & Prose Referred By:Just wondered in. |
Thought I'd restart the "Excelsior" string.
Humanity The end is near! It’s coming fast. That point of no return has passed so pleas and prayers will not suffice. Fate’s left us to our own device. Humanity! The earth’s hot blood that lay beneath our feet now streams from mountain’s sheath to melt the tolling bells which rung then lapped man’s bones with fiery tongue. Humanity may never know what caused their plight or how, when futures gleamed so bright, that meteor’s new path had shone the end. Apocalyptic groan! “Humanity will still survive!” the scientists said but clouds of dust flew overhead and covered everything worldwide. When asked, world leaders all replied, “humanity will find a way; we’ll never rest!” but Earth and Moon traveled abreast, in orbit to that heaven’s eye. No one could hear corona’s sigh, Humanity… a dying tree without a branch or strange genetic avalanche that never got to say goodnight. As stones rained down from stellar height, humanity returned to dust. Cast heavenward to meet the giant star, Bernard. None left to even say a prayer but joined Earth’s ashes in the air. Humanity! The moon was once Earth’s faithful hound but shards, by gravity were found, and burned although encased in ice by searing heat from Sol’s device. Humanity had turned to ash; a dirty gray and all they’d done in ruins lay. Mankind, who dreamed of going far, was now consumed by mother star. Humanity… ······· ·······When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers. Larry D. Jennings MM Award Winner |
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