THE silenced Poet
Sedating one another with dulcet diatone
Exchange creativity for form
Will this satisfy? ?
Nodding in hushed appraisal
Feigned welcome for the
Bush poet
Stifled thought masquerading
in a measured guise
The seams do split there and
Here comes another everything in order
Ideas fettered to remain within these walls
Who will read?
Who shall Hear?
Within these walls you
AUDIENCE your personal
mute audience
I walk on by
Satisfied even boasting to
myself this Victory of Will
Of Timbre No pandamoaning
today Focus is bright
Illuminated by knowledge,
Experience, confidence
Pearcemelville
A SILENCING of Poets
. by
the The Poem Doctor
I heal rhyme from Honest folk
soothe and balance Restore
A Poem no worse than mine
I render into versions which satisfy My personal sense of Worth
Inspired by a silencing of poets a loose society of Possibilties who stifle each other,\'s SenSibility
My poems are unlike those of other,\'s I said to him I said He asked me who I had read
Tennyson when rendered into Chinese takes on different hues, Takes on different Hues 🙂
So what? he shrugs
A silencing of poets
This my first surgery
A river spoke to Me
amber tendon
A surge of CrVelTy and kindness
snaking silkstrand
Holding then releasing
EncasinG UNVEILing
Mumma had a house snug amongst the river grasses
Puppa gazed down to see the river waters rising from his perch beside an open upper window
It traced a gentle voice weaving through each life
Harbouring the silence of these river dwellers,\'s Souls
THEPLAGIARIST
Original poem
a yellow, muscular tide
viscious, lustrous
a serpentine thread
covering and uncovering
gathering up, letting go
my mother lived on an island
among the reeds and rushes
my father looked out
from an upstairs window
and watched the water rise
the river flowed through all their lives
flowing softy with sll the things not told or said
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My second victim to save
second victim I deliver
something called the language of birds
My Task to translate tired verse, to transplant weary verse let it breathe in a Garden full of life This dried arrangement from an attic
Into the
Language of
Pearcemelville
it was a place of wind of sudden passionate flurries..
A Windy scene with
startling rushes of activity
The very treetops shake
Sway to the breezes of
Birdsong
a coarse CHORUS of cockatoos
dipping then Rising sun
Chirps and chatter wave at the meadow grasses
They beckon in return
Original poem
it was a place of wind of sudden passionate flurries
shaking and trembling the heads of trees
the sky resounding with the cries
the raw throats of cockatoos
the sun coming and going
brief overtures
playing across the grass
Preemptive Surgery
A patient with noble
yet perhaps pretentious
intent
With oxygen and surgical
procedure, the Patient is
REVIVED!
A desolate terrain
much like the innards
of an empty shell
extracted by air
through pursed lips
Does this resemble the
stillness of a voiceless
church? No
Neither the clear tones of a Choir
Nor the creamy rock from the Grotto in the
clutch of a Parson\'s fist
My religious Family
This bears the constituents
of the original chasm of KhAOs!
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】construction【
flourish of phrases
silencing of poets
deportment of models
shutter of cameras
oppression of liberals
collection of authors
report of journalists
journal of reporters
bench of judges
collaboration of conspirators
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The Bench of Judges
sat on this decision
Sifting a flourish of phrases
To adjudicate the
Case of the
Silencing of Poets
A collection of authors
which the defence
claims is simply a
collaboration of conspirators
Defence Council
David Comp argued
This oppression of
liberals is insiduous
exploiting apathy,
and conservatism
that lies beneath a
scratched veneer
Outside The Court
gathered a
journal of reporters
a report of journalists
The shutter of cameras
reminding me of
a deportment of Models
on The Catwalks
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【These charges brought by
A Silencing of Poets
You must answer in rhyme
Coherent thought is
Paramount each time
Severe Indeed
How do you Plead
I feel a pooh is most in need
Such Insolence! Manners where are your manners Recalcitrant behaviour
Not tolerated Here!
Now tell us we JUDGES 3
You in the dock
How do you plea
It seems I was mistaken Pooh
my learned judges three
was not the nugget nudging me
The sense I now feel springing
forth is a marked call to PEeee
Two strikes for You incorrigible Oaf!
How Dare You
dare to brazenly display
Contempt toward OUR COURT
Two strikes strike Two
How do you defend this case
Remembering the count of strikes is 1 away from
Forfeit that
you write your Defence
Now SPEAK enough INSOLENCE
Poetry Pearcemelville Defence
transcript
Choose not to fray against
a collective calf remove
new downy growths of thought and rhyme
These are to be cherished cultivated allowed to flourish
to permeate all thinking planning compilation To generate nourishment
for the soul
For the Soul
It needs nutrition
【】
I don\'t know. when next
I will step upon
. your matte
enter your
Parlour of Parlance
for me it has become
Boudour of Boredom
【】
I came seeking Shelter
From a stormy night I
try to locate such a comfortable location in
a natural state
should I seek shelter in a conflagration one day
But have I stepped Upto and On
a tender spot too close to general accessibility
Offending both your conscience your distinctive
Sensibilities that choke at you
Yet you are not in a listening
MOOD these cry for liberation
Cries which fall but do not land Fly yet not able to reach
a perch on which to stand and Brood
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If failure to provide you judging 3 with adequate defence should this be with the case resultant from your deliberation
An adjuducation on your behalf be this known is inflated and dysfunct
I came to assist with your
Continuing Medication
Numbing your brain but at the same tine altering your Behaviour
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I do not sit up on a STOOl
I offer you concealed advise
I bid yourselves
Farewell Safe Journey
in Poetic empathy】
Set out during lunch hour for a new experience in June, Busking
I seat and
smoke and nudge my butterflys to wing
away they headed for the moon
Three men are standing near they look like friendly folk so
I begin with a routine in which I almost pledge to match their suggestion for a theme
Smiles thanks and dropping Change into my
plastic bowl
I thought it was dollars a couple but when counted it was over 4
Met the local girl who I spoke with a few nights ago
Have no cash but offered
her a cigarette, roll your own, there is green in pouch, don\'t be shy now!
Then Linda approached me to request a cigarette
She handed me two dollars but replied I\'m not taking that
A Busking gentleman arrived with a tall black
swag in tow I mused
Whatever is this instrument？
A Harp
Poet ryzhome
Looked for a place to stay
This night is looking bleak
To find some place to sleep
Could there be a room for my poems and me to lay
A home
a Poetries home
The poet tried to seek
a shelter from the tempest
That racked his thoughts
stringing him along into
regions unknown
But shelter must be secured
This night is the night
this place it looks as though
A likely place Poetry\'s own