For three long nights refurbished bells have rung, To gather in the teeming congregation. Enchanting melodies the choir has sung Above the thrilling tintinnabulation. In ninteen ninety-six these bells first tolled, And then again in ninteen ninety-nine, Having been cast from a Parisian mold, They spent a dozen years in redesign. We postulants shall toil … Continue reading August 20: A Sort of Runic Rhyme
Month: August 2014
August 19: Ferguson
I wish that there was something I could say To staunch this wound that's bled for ten days now. Though I'm no doctor, treatments underway Are ones the reasonable would disallow. So as we watch in horror as the body Deteriorates with every “antidote,” We realize the remedy is shoddy And loudly question any who … Continue reading August 19: Ferguson
August 18: The Bucket List
To raise awareness for a dread disease, A challenge to pour ice upon one's head, (Though not enough to actually freeze) And post a video online, has spread.Now social media are inundated With people getting in on all the fun. By seeing others we're manipulated- What is this? Eighties Nickelodeon?Though I am tempted to just … Continue reading August 18: The Bucket List
August 17: Trollolol
Norwegian trolls are apt to live in caves Unmotivated to assist the lost, Who might escape through terribly close shaves, Though possibly at quite a heavy cost. Trolls on the internet make enemies Of those displaying joy and earnestness. They're loath to pass up opportunities To revel in intemperate address. And yet the latter troll … Continue reading August 17: Trollolol
August 16: String Theory
One hand has but five fingers, yet guitars Have six strings, and in standard tuning The intervals aren't constant, and the barres Are tough at the first fret, and when you're crooning You poor guitar must rest upon your knee, Which ruins voice support at times you play, Unless the need for strap you did … Continue reading August 16: String Theory
August 15: Thine Own Self
Immortal love to stand the test of time, A noble heart enslaved by jealousy, A shining soul draws villains to a crime- Cathartic Tragedy is just not me.Usurpers, bastards, questions of succession, Assassinations, infidelity, Great speeches, battles, learning painful lessons- A History? Definitely not me.Pageants of gods, foul acts demand redemption, Pastoral themes without mud, … Continue reading August 15: Thine Own Self
August 14: On My Dog, Whose Needs Are Urgent
O hound whose evening walk was rather early, Expending patience will do you no harm. Your bark can't signal urgent need now, surely- It's still ten minutes prior to my alarm. But as I lie, you come not to my side, Nor wag and frolic by me when I rise. Your sleepy stretch and kisses … Continue reading August 14: On My Dog, Whose Needs Are Urgent
August 13: Protean Valentine
Two gentlemen made fools by love: the first As changeful as the sea, the other staid, Whilst constant lovers undergo the worst- Abandoned, traded, badly-used, betrayed. It seems a diatribe denouncing love, How courtliness goes easily astray, Deserting chivalry, the lack thereof Turns love to thief and page to fiancee. But oh, amidst the faithless … Continue reading August 13: Protean Valentine
August 12: *ucking Sonnet
A lexeme nonpareil, though one that's stuck With so much baggage there's a yen to chuck It out with more archaic words. So cluck Your tongue no more: it has been struck, From my vocabulary, I shall buck The trend to use profanity amok, As if in time I had become unstuck- And so it … Continue reading August 12: *ucking Sonnet
August 11: Fair Robin I Love
Salacious language, sex, and Nick at Nite- Such things were unavailable, forbidden. Within those boundaries, naught felt as right As what I somehow sensed was barely hidden; Beneath those PG rating lurked a power, Both unrepentant and so full of glee, That loudly, quickly, joyfully devoured The boundaries of what I was to be. For … Continue reading August 11: Fair Robin I Love
Libby Weber 