Successfully reported this slideshow.
We use your LinkedIn profile and activity data to personalize ads and to show you more relevant ads. You can change your ad preferences anytime.
1Miscellaneous Poems
Laurie Richards
Saint Jerome Penitent
Why should a saint still kneel in penitence?
Millennia have pas...
The Gods Rejoice (Inspired by the Faerie Queen)
Joyne Goddes of Christian and Pagan
With the dauncing Faeries in sprynge
G...
Gode Astraea hath coome agayne,
Gather Goddes and together rayne
O’er Man and Beast prayses singyinge
Joyne Goddes of Chri...
PET PEEVES
When you’re nervous I don’t like to watch you.
What’s the matter? What am I doing wrong?
Biting your nails. Wel...
1A SICK SAD POEM
In a sturdy plastic pink and white dream house Barbie
Sits brushing her long blonde hair on a pink sofa. ...
It didn’t take long to clean the dream house for Ken, Barbie, and Skipper.
The pink sofa was replaced with a brand new sof...
It didn’t take long to clean the dream house for Ken, Barbie, and Skipper.
The pink sofa was replaced with a brand new sof...
Upcoming SlideShare
Loading in …5
×

Miscellaneous Poems

809 views

Published on

  • Be the first to comment

  • Be the first to like this

Miscellaneous Poems

  1. 1. 1Miscellaneous Poems Laurie Richards Saint Jerome Penitent Why should a saint still kneel in penitence? Millennia have passed since your passing, Yet you kneel with perpetual patience, Shunning beloved books and always praying. A lion lingers at your feet asleep– Or does the beast fervently pray also? You forget the erring river and keep Seeking redemption you earned long ago. Ah such constancy! Even though the paint Is cracked and faded, and your maker passed Into Heaven, you still make your complaint And live neither in the present nor past. Teach me, Jerome’s likeness, to bend my knee So that I too might find like ecstasy. SHAKESPEARE ON THE COUCH Prince Hamlet suffered from an Oedipal complex and chronic depression. Lady Macbeth was, among other things, an insomniac. Romeo and Juliet were going through a phase of adolescent rebellion While honest Iago and Richard the Third were psychotic. King Lear suffered from senile dementia And Timon lost his grip on reality. Henry the Sixth suffered from catatonic schizophrenia. Rosalind, Viola, and Portia questioned their sexuality. Falstaff was definitely an alcoholic. Titus Andronicus was somewhat deviant. Would the plays still be so problematic If Shakespeare took an antidepressant?
  2. 2. The Gods Rejoice (Inspired by the Faerie Queen) Joyne Goddes of Christian and Pagan With the dauncing Faeries in sprynge Gode Astraea hath coome agayne. Joyne Goddes of Pagan and Christian Whan Orpheus, first bard, doth synge Gode Astraea hath coome agayne! Sheep grazen with beares on grene plaine, Bees give honey withouten stinge– Joyne Goddes of Christian and Pagan! Bacchales joyne saints in holie strayne, Pan with archangells is playinge, Gode Astraea hath coome agayne! Whan Silvius and Flora rayne And welle tuned Accord ringe, Joyne Goddes of Christian and Pagan! Achilles and Hector refrayne Froom bloodie warfare and fightynge; Gode Astraea hath comme agayne! Peter walks on the wat’ree mayne With Poseidon hym supportynge– Joyne Goddes of Christian and Pagan! Allah and Buddah ne complayne– Merrie they daunce in faerie ringe Gode Astraea hath coome agayne! Christian blode ne longere will stayne Faithfull Turkes with their cross blazynge Joyne Goddes of Christian and Pagan! Heaven on Earth evere remayne, Angell, Faerie, Nymph, Man minglynge Gode Astraea hath coome agayne!
  3. 3. Gode Astraea hath coome agayne, Gather Goddes and together rayne O’er Man and Beast prayses singyinge Joyne Goddes of Christian and Pagan, Gode Astraea hath comme agayne! Inspired by Ovid It was summer and the hot middle hour Was now past. He lay resting weary limbs In the very middle of the bed. Our Window was part open, part shut; this dims The room so it seems neither twilight nor Dawn. That day it was too hot to wear clothes, At least anything cumbersome. I wore A loose robe and he– he wakes when I close The door. How like a god he seems to me With what light there is bathing his body! I turned away; boldness took flight. He rose And came to me, bearing a red apple. His iridescent eyes shone like opal Set in gold; he was golden– Pomona’s Own son, the apple a sacred relic. Day passed into night in this angelic Bliss. But when the moon began to cower Fearing to be seen in her pale clothing, We tried in vain to ignore the loathed hour When we must bring about our love’s closing.
  4. 4. PET PEEVES When you’re nervous I don’t like to watch you. What’s the matter? What am I doing wrong? Biting your nails. Well that feet thing you do Bugs me. I haven’t done that in so long! Yeah– well– thinking about it annoys me. So don’t think about it. Look at your nails! It keeps them trim. See? I don’t want to see. You’re gonna be sorry when your knuckle swells From popping it like that. Can’t you be nice? Can you? Of course I can. Now you’re quiet. I’m thinking about making beans and rice. Not again! I’m sick of that. I swear it Is all you make. All you can do is fuss! I don’t like to watch you when you’re nervous. Looking I look for you Knowing I won't find you, But I still look for you. I look for you Hoping to catch a glimpse But knowing you are gone. I look for you Starved for your voice, a kiss But those lips are no more. I look for you Seeking your musky scent But I have lost your trail. I look for you Longing for your arms' warmth But they're cold memories. I look for you Knowing I won't find you But still I keep looking.
  5. 5. 1A SICK SAD POEM In a sturdy plastic pink and white dream house Barbie Sits brushing her long blonde hair on a pink sofa. Ken Pulls into the driveway in a shiny new Corvette. It’s pink Of course, because Ken’s girlfriend Barbie adores the color pink. From an upstairs window in the pink dream house Skipper Sees Ken. Skipper runs downstairs. “Barbie, Ken’s here.” a pink smile Spreads across Skipper’s face when she sees Ken’s handsome smile And pink roses Ken’s holding. Skipper greets Ken before Barbie. “For me?” asks Skipper. “No, they’re for Barbie, Skipper.” Ken said. “Oh Ken, they’re pink!” Barbie gushed, “Oh Ken, You shouldn’t have, but I’m so glad you did!” the pink Roses were immediately put in a matching plastic pink Vase. Ken and Barbie never knew Skipper in her pink Jumper loved Ken. They didn’t know his masculine smile Was all Skipper could think about– and how she hated pink. Everything had to be pink because perfect sister Barbie Loved pink. Skipper knew that Ken was different. Ken Really didn’t love Barbie; he was madly in love with her, Skipper. “What profession did you have today, Ken?” asked Skipper. “I was just a brain surgeon today.” “Well I was Pink Fantasy Dream Girl today,” Barbie raved, “You sure are,” Ken Kissed Barbie. Skipper couldn’t take that sweet plastic smile Anymore. Pink Corvette, pink roses, pink fanatic Barbie Had to go. Skipper impulsively lit and dropped a pink Candle in Barbie’s lap. The flame licked at her pink Dress and legs. “I’m melting!” Barbie shrieked like a three dollar hooker. “No!” Skipper Yelled, running to rescue Ken from rescuing Barbie. Barbie, Ken, and Skipper were soon melting to the pink Plastic sofa. Arms, legs, hair, even Barbie’s famous smile Became a part of a blob. So much for Skipper, Barbie and Ken. “Wow, something sure smells in here,” Barbie said. “Yeah,” Ken Agreed. “I guess we can’t have our party here.” Skipper said looking at the pink Half melted sofa. “We girls can do anything!” Barbie told Skipper with a smile. “Then Ken is going to be mine!” Skipper thought sitting on the blob. “Skipper, What are you sitting on?” Asked Ken. “Oh our beautiful fashionably pink Sofa!” Sighed Barbie. “Don’t worry about it. We have a party to plan,” said Ken.
  6. 6. It didn’t take long to clean the dream house for Ken, Barbie, and Skipper. The pink sofa was replaced with a brand new sofa. It was, of course, pink. “Our party will be great!” gushed Barbie. “So will Ken,” Skipper thought with a smile. Sonnet 1 1When you say you love me beyond measure I try to fathom the depths of the seas And the distance of the stars. Are you sure Your love rivals the vast number of bees Pollinating the earth, Abraham’s grains Of sand, and the myriad stars, the things That can’t be seen by eye, and all the rains That have poured down on the earth all the springs Since creation? Your love’s thicker than blood? No. Your love does not rival the expanse Of stars, the seas’ depths, drops in the great Flood. Your love does not equal Abraham’s sands. I measure your love without much trouble. Your love lasts the lifetime of a bubble. Sonnet 2 1Please let me sleep a sleep so sound, so deep That nothing will be able to disturb My rest. How I yearn for such a sweet sleep! A sleep which will not haunt me or perturb Me with thoughts of bleak reality Or the tiresome nights spent in your presence. I want to lose my personality, My conscious mind, my good and bad conscience. Let me leave all life behind when I sleep. I don’t want to see imagined fancy, No dreams at all, just darkness black and deep. No senses, unable to feel, smell, see Or taste. Let me for once enjoy pure rest Alone in my bed, my warm blanket nest.
  7. 7. It didn’t take long to clean the dream house for Ken, Barbie, and Skipper. The pink sofa was replaced with a brand new sofa. It was, of course, pink. “Our party will be great!” gushed Barbie. “So will Ken,” Skipper thought with a smile. Sonnet 1 1When you say you love me beyond measure I try to fathom the depths of the seas And the distance of the stars. Are you sure Your love rivals the vast number of bees Pollinating the earth, Abraham’s grains Of sand, and the myriad stars, the things That can’t be seen by eye, and all the rains That have poured down on the earth all the springs Since creation? Your love’s thicker than blood? No. Your love does not rival the expanse Of stars, the seas’ depths, drops in the great Flood. Your love does not equal Abraham’s sands. I measure your love without much trouble. Your love lasts the lifetime of a bubble. Sonnet 2 1Please let me sleep a sleep so sound, so deep That nothing will be able to disturb My rest. How I yearn for such a sweet sleep! A sleep which will not haunt me or perturb Me with thoughts of bleak reality Or the tiresome nights spent in your presence. I want to lose my personality, My conscious mind, my good and bad conscience. Let me leave all life behind when I sleep. I don’t want to see imagined fancy, No dreams at all, just darkness black and deep. No senses, unable to feel, smell, see Or taste. Let me for once enjoy pure rest Alone in my bed, my warm blanket nest.

×