sms on 'Coriolanus
A petty turn turns foe to friend
And likewise friend to foe. (IV.iv - paraphrase)
Menenius Agrippa died- What time saved
Did I bid SPELL
Did not have SPELL bid me - (aside)
So Fiennes penned;
Lived on-penned Avon Bard.
Coriolanus fell by Shakespeare's pen
Not swinging wildly with Ralph's blade
But bladeless in cold blood.
With William writhing in his plot,
Scolding, 'What right to write such rot? ! '
And Ralph his endings firm defending-
Suicide and swordfight hot-
Let's leave the two with hope unending,
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
M: VI: The Lover of Cowardice
Surviving the suffering
That had accompanied the exit
Of early gods,
Despite scorn, satire and pity,
I succeeded in making another
Out of suffering itself.
Having seen my predicament
As the result of bad luck
I was able to maintain my pride.
I did not hate,
Merely resented.
I was not deterred
By being ridiculed, mocked, belittled,
And picked at by someone
In more addicted straits
Than even I,
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Awhatthef..kia
'What ho? There ain't no bears down here, '
Said Robert Falcon Scott,
'I'll call it Anobearia.'
Back in acadamia
They translated it to Greek,
Called the place Antarctica,
That's still the name we speak.
What a shame he didn't honour
The flightless polar bird
And call it Apenguinia.
That name might have stuck-
Unless the Greeks had seen the bird
And called it whatthef..k.
In Greek that's ti-oto,
The land Ati-otoa.
Arty-ottowa.
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Flick-Knife Incident
After the argument
'Helen said'. 'Granny said'.
'Paul said'. 'Granny said'.
'Larry asked'.
Granny,
Who is Mrs Devereux,
Pulled out a flick-knife.
'! ', 'Helen said'.
'Helen asked'. Granny (lengthily replied) .
'Helen asked'. Granny (abruptly replied) .
'Helen asked'. 'Her grandmother said'.
'Larry said'. 'Paul said'.
'Larry asked', 'Does Declan know? '
'Granny said'.
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
B: XV: Mission de Chef + Love the Love I Love + Holey Seat
Mission de Chef
Out of strong desires
I want to make a sauce
The sum of whose desires
Is greater than desires.
I will then subtract desires,
Label what is left as 'CHARM',
And find out if it works on love,
If it leads to love's demise,
Too weak without,
yet outlasting strong desires.
Love the Love I Love
You say you love me
You say you can't love her
I love her
Her love is what makes me
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Heil Heissscheisser!
I'd flicked through 'The Naked and the Dead'
But hadn't ever read it.
I saw a Mailer under ROMANCE
That I couldn't credit.
I rely on serendipity
To find a book to read.
I picked it up and had a flick...
...the big post-winter bee pee need.
'The Castle in the Forest'
Is what the book is named:
About the origins of Adolf.
'Read me, ' it proclaimed.
Little Adi Shitler
Is what his brother called him,
For his habit with his poo.
Little Adi Scheisser
Is another name would do.
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Emma's Dell
A poet roamed by rushing brook
Early springtime morning. The sound
Seemed softer than it should,
Tempered by, tempering,
Eager buds, new greens all around.
Still bare trees, they tempered too.
Contrast breeds content.
Then round a turn mad rushing brook
Maddened beast and bird.
Sound seemed of the air-
Like air, would never cease.
Green seemed of the rocks.
Content is content.
A cottage overlooked the brook.
'My thoughts at least are mine.
I've told them to the shepherds.
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
After 'A Narrow Girdle of Rough Stones and Crags
In company of quite different take
The poet went out dawdling
Down by Grasmere Lake.
Dead calm the lake, no wind.
With no Joanna to mock
At the base of the rock,
All three flew fancy free,
William and Dorothy, STC,
Idled in the land of Poesy:
Osmunda fern became a Naiad Queen,
A fisherman miraged ahead
Was Freedom at his leisure.
But when up close, their fancies fled,
Self-reproach replaced their pleasure.
The fisherman was sick and gaunt,
Freedom just a taunt,
Dead the lake, no care.
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Carl Nielsen's Sun Piece
As Helios began to rise
Fat woman rose to feet,
Shuffled out for air:
Fiddledy fie for the trains of thought
Of people listening there.
'Well thought, ' thought I,
'to leave the theatre now-
though quiet rise disturbed;
'cause if she'd left it till the sun
was higher in the sky,
she might have fallen in a faint-
whole auditorium perturbed! '
Then, as the sun began to set,
As she set down in her seat,
Ungummed from mama's oozing teat,
Arose the song of baby son-
Dread herald of the treat to come
In Tchaikovsky
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
Olympics 2012
Flu Theory of Failure
In the Olympics year of twenty twelve
Flu took gold in Australia.
With gold on the chest of the flu,
Silver was the best we could do-
Thus Silver's Gold, not A Failure.
Boo Hoo Hoo
Peculiar to
Australia,
The sulphur-crested cockatoo.
Other white Australians,
The lot of them are aliens,
Silver is their hue,
Will be Sally's too.
With gold on the chest of the flu,
Silver's the best she can do-
Her silver is gold, not a failure.
Castaway
[...] Read more
poem by Douglas Scotney
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!