Weekly Contest
Classic poem of the day
The dull conclave of crows'-footed faces
Twitches as the man with one dollar enters;
It moves a soilured delicate hand, as if
Displaying a marketable emotion on a string.
Hear the tom-toms, smell the warm rank beer,
See the curve of the synthetic waggle,
Let ancient visions impinge the modern retina,
Polish the image of a burnished Phrygia.
For I have heard that somewhere, on desolate
And traditionally inspiring shores,
Small ladies, possessing subtile bellies, knew heroes
Whose creed brooked no chaste asyndeton;
And somewhat later, in the cool of a fern wood,
One heard the grimly clatter of shields
Who threaded tapestries in the sheathing dark;
The courtyard rang with a feutering of spears....
The emotion is marketable indeed
In spite of crows'-feet, which Strato doesn't mention:
Showing the contemporary irrelevancy of myth
And the understanding of a man with one dollar.
Make gracious attempts at sanctifying Jenny,
Supply cosmetics for the ordering of her frame,
Think of her as Leda, as a goddess,
Emptying a smile on Redkey, Indiana.
member poem of the day
I want to make you feel
God's love
That he gave to us
Without even ask
We are also happy to receive
Some free God's love
Yes we are also his children
That he made with his holy hands
A long time ago
We are having a hard time
Surviving the heat
Also it is feeling sticky
The heat
During this Summer night
We are going to sleep
At midnight
Because we are not tired yet
And the next day
We will wake up
At 4:00 pm
Then we will work
For our God
Writing poems
Because we are
God's poet