Snowing apple tree
Petals
Accessorize your hair, making hay,
Come What May
Emotionally.
In your bodice one settles.
Notionally.
Very much real it is though…
Admirable thorough
Decadent
Enchantress.
Resistant to (s)un dress?
Author: Jaroslav Suchý (Page 1 of 4)
Dear Poets,
our May 2020 topic is “Come what May”. We look forward to reading your poetry.
Marie, Adam and Jarek
Masquerade
Mysterious faces hidden behind veils.
A
Silhouette, not tortilla flat, but hills just begging to be won,
Quarantined in clothes that’d better come
Undone.
Eyes wide smiled,
Raw look, but…
A love bite – how would it be from what’s under the mask?
Dare ask? No.
Emotions masked.
Mysterious faces hidden behind veils.
A
Silhouette, not tortilla flat, but hills just begging to be won,
Quarantined in clothes that’d better come
Undone.
Eyes wide smiled.
Raw look, but…
A love bite – how would it be from what’s under the mask?
I never
Dare ask.
Dear Poets,
as we’ve been through very special times these days… we decided to offer a corresponding topic. Let’s try to write poems on the topic of Masquerade.
Stay well, take care and let’s hope it’s over soon.
We look forward to hearing from you.
Marie, Adam and Jarek
Seducing nocturnal
Darkness
Infernal
Caress
Angelic demon jailed
The guard failed
I stole the key
To set you free
And let your flower reign.
I’ll be the rain.
Dear Poets,
after some time we are back with a new topic called Color(s) of February 20, 2020. In other words, please share a poem inspired by a color / colors. We look forward to reading your colorful poetry.
Marie, Adam and Jarek
1994
Love(s) Lost
“Love? Two hairpins
On the bottom
Of my backpack’s pocket.”
Karel Kryl: Zbraně pro Erató (free translation)
Love? A sense
Of perfume
Of a leather jacket.
Love? A picture
Of a snowy
Mountain peak.
Love? A chalet
In a snowstorm
Won’t last a week.
Love? The first kiss
In the school hall
Goodbye.
Love? A letter abyss
A farewell
No try.
Love? Confusion
Desire less
Uncertainty.
Love? Illusion
Nothingness
Vanity.
Love? The sound
Of words
Unspoken.
Love? The wings
Of birds
Got broken.
Love? Two hands
That touched
In the forest.
Love? Just a shadow
Of an innocent
White wrist.
Love? A gap ‘tween
The audience
And the stage.
Love? A poem
From the Diary’s
Last page.
2019
Love(s) Found
(quarter of a century later)
Love? A lover
A companion
And a friend.
Love? A relationship
You wish would
Never end.
Love? Two little
Suns calling
You father.
Love? Boys,
The best girl of all
Is your mother.
I know I’m late – apologies, and I know the piece below is not perfect. But it has been published before so I’m not changing it and sharing with the same introduction it had once had. And I’m attaching the Czech version so you can sing along 🙂
No Longer Free and Easy
IDIO(ma)TIC expressions can be fun
Once upon a time (2001, if I remember well), I was a “Practical English” teacher at Faculty of Arts, Brno. As usual, I had students produce feedback at the end of the semester and this is one of the suggestions I received: “compose a song on idioms”. Challenged by this I tried, and this is what I produced.
I borrowed the tune from Miky Ryvola (Bedna od Whisky – Empty Whisky Box), thanks Miky.
I used the idioms found in the bottomless source of these – Leo Jones’ well of such expressions called New Progress to Proficiency (CUP, 2001), cheers mate.
The idioms are underlined. Have fun and try to sing it (sometimes it is not like free and easy…).
No longer free and easy, And off the beaten track A halter made of strong rope’s Part and parcel of my neck No more airs and graces An open and shut case Rough and ready tie will soon Put me through much disgrace Chorus: So hang me high, let me rock Let me rock to and fro This time won’t be up and about Or as fit as the fiddle, too, I’ll reach the gates of heaven Hopefully safe and sound, If heavenly angels put My feet back on the ground. *** Put two and two together Can’t put me at my ease, They set a trap for me And that trap won’t release. To put you in the picture Without using no knife They’ll kill me – lovely creature, Put a stop to my life. Chorus *** As pretty as a picture And just as good as gold I wanted to live by her side And with her to grow old Another guy as strong as a horse Took her away from me She was as free as the air It’s touch and go, you see. Chorus *** When we met for the first time We were as warm as toast It was love at first sight She was my life my boast I gave her a bunch of flowers We climbed a range of hills And then a flight of stairs And that was overkill. Chorus *** My life is no longer, No more cut and dry, For her full and ruby lips I am now gonna die. For that pack of cards that I should never have played My story’s as old as the hills As old as love and hate. 05 Bedna od whisky Chorus
“It’s spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart”
R.M. Rilke
Though it’s May, “my life will be forever autumn cos you’re not here”1
You’re “in these arms”2 but can’t be felt, pain severe
When dreams make love to nightmares.
Who cares?
The offspring cremated by morning frost.
No Pentecost,
No finger into the palm would sneak.
There’s some green on the twig.
- Jeff Wayne: War of the Worlds
- Jon Bon Jovi: In These Arms
Dear Poets,
in September 2016 we encourage you to write a sonnet. As an example, we would like to share one of those that William Shakespeare created – see below. We look forward to reading your own sonnets 🙂
Marie, Adam, Jarek
SONNET 145
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said ‘I hate’
To me that languish’d for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
‘I hate’ she alter’d with an end,
That follow’d it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away;
‘I hate’ from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying ‘not you.’