The Wondering Minstrels

Guest poem submitted by Rachel Morarjee : (POEM #1969 ) THE WORD  Down near the bottom  of the crossed-out list  of things you have to do today,  between "green threa...

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Guest poem submitted by Radhika Gowaikar : (POEM #1968 ) THE OLD FOOLS  What do they think has happened, the old fools,  To make them like this? Do they somehow suppos...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/old-fools-philip-larkin.html

Guest poem submitted by David W : (POEM #1967 ) A WINTER ODE TO THE OLD MEN OF LUMMUS PARK, MIAMI, FLORIDA  Risen from rented rooms, old ghosts  Come back to haunt our parks...

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Guest poem submitted by Rama Rao : (POEM #1966 ) HELLO IN THERE  We had an apartment in the city,  Me and Loretta liked living there.  Well, it'd been years since the...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-in-there-john-prine.html

Guest poem submitted by Nandini Krishnamoorthy : (POEM #1965 ) TO VIRGINS, TO MAKE MUCH OF TIME  Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,  Old time is still a-flying  And this sam...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-virgins-to-make-much-of-time-robert.html

Guest poem submitted by Firdaus Janoos  : (POEM #1964 ) THE BOY WHO LAUGHED AT SANTA CLAUS  In Baltimore there lived a boy.  He wasn't anybody's joy.  Although his name w...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/boy-who-laughed-at-santa-claus-ogden.html

Guest poem submitted by Jessica K. Schnell : (POEM #1963 ) BROWN PENNY  I whispered, "I am too young,"  And then, "I am old enough";  Wherefore I threw a penny  To f...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/brown-penny-william-butler-yeats.html

Guest poem submitted by Jeffrey Sean Huo : (POEM #1962 ) THE YEAR  What can be said in New Year rhymes,  That's not been said a thousand times?  The new years come,�...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-ella-wheeler-wilcox.html

Guest poem sent in by David Grabill  (POEM #1961 ) TOPOGRAPHY  After you flew across the country we  got in bed, laid our bodies  delicately together, like maps laid ...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/topography-sharon-olds.html

Guest poem sent in by Hemant Mohapatra  (POEM #1960 ) THE DAY FLIES OFF WITHOUT ME  The planes bound for all points everywhere  etch lines on my office window. From the�...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-flies-off-without-me-john-stammers.html

Guest poem sent in by Cornelius O'Brien (POEM #1959 ) DAY FLIGHT  I closed my eyes as I sat in the jet  And asked the hostess if she would let  Me take on board a...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-flight-jack-davis.html

Guest poem sent in by Steve Forsythe  (POEM #1958 ) THE INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL  Some comb oil, some blow air,  some shave trenchlines in their hair  but the common join...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/international-terminal-les-murray.html

Guest poem sent in by Aseem  (POEM #1957 ) THE DEAD WINGMAN  Seen on the sea, no sign; no sign, no sign  In the black firs and terraces of hills  Ragged in mist. T...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/dead-wingman-randall-jarrell.html

Guest poem sent in by Pranesh Prakash  , in yet another take on the flight theme: (POEM #1956 ) L(A l(a  le  af  fa  ll  s)  one  l  iness -- e e cummings Commen...

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Guest poem sent in by Dale Rosenberg  (POEM #1955 ) THE SWING  How do you like to go up in a swing,    Up in the air so blue?  Oh, I do think it the pleasantes...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/swing-robert-louis-stevenson.html

Guest poem sent in by Zenobia Driver  : (POEM #1954 ) I NEED AIR  I could see it wasn't worth  Spending time with them on earth.  There were fewer in the sky.  I d...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-air-alan-lerner.html

Guest poem sent in by Aseem  (POEM #1953 ) FROM MIDSUMMER  The jet bores like a silverfish through volumes of cloud -  clouds that will keep no record of where we h...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-midsummer-derek-walcott.html

Guest poem sent in by Cornelius 0Brien  (POEM #1952 ) A NEWER KINGDOM  The men who billow down the sea in ships  Have earned these ages tributes justly high;  But now...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/newer-kingdom-anonymous.html

This week, a guest theme run by Zenobia Driver  : poems about flying. (POEM #1951 ) IMPRESSIONS OF A PILOT  Flight is freedom in its purest form,  To dance with the cl...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/impressions-of-pilot-gary-claude-stoker.html

Guest poem sent in by Kamalika Chowdhury  (POEM #1950 ) A DEEP-SWORN VOW  Others because you did not keep  That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;  Yet always w...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/deep-sworn-vow-william-butler-yeats.html

Guest poem sent in by Laurie Edwards  (POEM #1949 ) THE DOVE  I saw the dove come down, the dove with the  green twig, the childish dove out of the storm and  floo...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/dove-leonard-cohen.html

(POEM #1948 ) THE GRAMMAR LESSON  A noun's a thing. A verb's the thing it does.  An adjective is what describes the noun.  In "The can of beets is filled with purple�...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/grammar-lesson-steve-kowit.html

Guest poem sent in by Michael Andrews  (POEM #1947 ) SPRING IS LIKE A PERHAPS HAND  Spring is like a perhaps hand  (which comes carefully  out of Nowhere)arranging  a win...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/spring-is-like-perhaps-hand-e-e.html

Guest poem sent in by Anagha Bhat  (POEM #1946 ) I FEAR THY KISSES, GENTLE MAIDEN  I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden;  Thou needest not fear mine;  My spirit is too deep...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-fear-thy-kisses-gentle-maiden-percy.html

Guest poem sent in by Swati Chaudhary  (POEM #1945 ) SIMPLIFY ME WHEN I'M DEAD  Remember me when I am dead  Simplify me when I am dead.  As the process of earth  str...

http://wonderingminstrels.blogspot.com/2006/12/simplify-me-when-i-dead-keith-douglas.html