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My first reaction was "What?". The I saw the writer's intent and thought "Oh no, why?".
But in the end, I realized that my reaction means nothing objectively; it's just an opinion.
I'm not a poor poet, but I am impoverished.
Drop a penny in my hat, so I won't remain famished!
If you don't like my recital, I can modify it,
Or you can shift your paradigm for a better fit!
My poems tell a story that grows stanza by stanza,
Some are more modest, some enact an extravaganza!
Listen closely, you'll hear the wind wail in my words.
Some carry wisdom of the ages, while others are absurd!
My words impart knowledge, information of this world,
Or of realms where other understanding has unfurled.
Oft they are obscure, what they mean or intend.
To suss that out, wait till it comes to an end!
I finally found those other websites, but they all seem to have the same gaps. The only large, high-rez cartoon from now until March 3 is for 2/27. From 3/3, they stretch to 3/26, but with gaps along the way at every Sunday. :sigh:
When her High School decided to enact "Man of la Mancha"
Penny caught the acting bug and learned every stanza
Penny was so involved she even gave up smoking marijuana
"I really like it" she thought as she listened to Sancho Panza
Off to California she went, she'd become a Hollywood star
Oh the dreams she had, "What a glorious future portends"
She got a job at Cheesecake Factory
and sometimes tended bar
"It's only temporary" she assured her beau, "Just a means to an end".
WC
FLN, I just reread "Motel de Cafard". My French didn't encompass la cucaracha (Virtually the only Spanish I know)
But it's really excellent when the punch line strikes.
And more than likely there were substances in Paul's story. If so I hope exoneration is the first step to Recovery (Which needs a real First Step.
WC
"What We Mean..."
"In for a penny, in for a pound"--
a saying with more wisdom can rarely be found,
for it speaks of commitment, of how much we owe
to the words of our mouth with the might of our soul.
Poetry is often the way
such sentiments are carried today.
Stanza by stanza we enact into rule
the thoughts of our hearts to teach kids in school.
If we don't get 'em right as we jot on the fly,
with each new edition we just modify.
~ OMK
Owen ~ Your testament is moving, a thing of beauty in its range and wisdom. The first line covers a world of irony.
I am much newer to the poetic game--much, Much more the amateur than you. But I feel a glimmer of your strain between intent and reception.
Lead on!
Thank you, Wilbur, for going back to the "Motel." I enjoyed it myself, and we all know how good it feels when a reader zeroes in on one of our own favorites.
I know less French than you, so I appreciate Google's instant translator.
I feel for your wannabe actor Penny. I don't suppose there's a profession more rife with unsuccessful hopefuls than acting, so she makes for a perfect symbol of disappointment.
Man of LaMancha is a wonderful popularization of Cervantes, isn't it?
I once had the privilege of wandering through the LaMancha region in Spain--and actually stood on an old corrale stage. My wife was my only audience then.
What part did Penny learn her stanzas for? Dulcinea, or something less grand?
~ OMK
"Poetic Struggle"
The poet's name was Jenny,
she rarely earned a penny.
When she did produce a smart stanza
it was always a bonanza.
To print it she had to modify
to get editors her work to ratify.
The contracts they'd enact
always made her feel a bit sacked.
Still, on her genes she'd depend
for her work to be a means to an end.
Decades later she earned a mint
when she was celebrated in print.
My goodness, three brilliant poems to get our morning off to an amazing start!
Thank you, thank you, Owen, /Wilbur, and Ol' Man Keith.
You are all a wonderful inspiration to me!
Another poet--this time "Jenny"--who finds it hard to earn her pennies. But it looks to me, Misty, that you're granting her a lucrative end to her career. Hurrah!
Nothing quite confirms success as "earn[ing] a mint"!
-or-
since it's all in the past tense, I wonder if it is her estate that's raking in the moolah?
Did Jenny get to see any of her well-gotten gains?
~ OMK
Ol' Man Keith, I was actually looking forward to hearing you tell us how Jenny is doing these days?
LOL, Misty, if that's a reference to my (and her?) advanced years, I have to say I have not noticed anyone named Jenny in my neighborhood or age bracket.
Maybe she was a contemporary of Ms. Moore?
And I'll add, just for the sake of keeping abreast of recent protagonists, I know nothing of Penny's personal trajectory. She was not a member of any of my repertory companies.
I'm sure she was a real trouper,Wilbur, just not one of mine.
~ OMK
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