Poems By A Throwback Poet
This page features the collected contemporary Poems of a throwback Poet.
Shown above, Poetic Reflection. A backwards cursive poetic creation. Can anyone still read cursive?
More poetry is shown below.
Follow the link just below to read a Masterpiece of Found Poetry, by the great American Poet Emily Dickinson.
ATTENTION READERS!
LOOK HERE RIGHT NOW TO SEE A NEWLY DISCOVERED POEM BY EMILY DICKINSON
Other poems are shown below, and scattered throughout these two websites.
I hope you Enjoy my Poems!
You might as well, because it's all but impossible to sell poetry.
More Poems By A Throwback Poet
Writer For Hire
by Judee Shipman
I expertly enable them through burning evening hours
Arranging them with edifying ease.
Words are helpless victims of my literary powers.
My grammar is as proper as you please.
My spelling’s even properer; Punctuation, too!
Imaginative, metaphoric, timing…
I am doing what I love and I am loving what I do.
On request, I will regurgitate it, rhyming.
For you, I’ll write voraciously! Precision guaranteed!
Create the greatest stories ever heard!
I’ll grant your fondest wishes, and fulfill your every need!
All this, for only twenty cents a word.
I’ll even count the words precisely, just because I’m able
(exceedingly attentive to detail)
Stylistic flexibility lands offers on the table.
My sensual descriptions never fail.
Words can open any door. Words adorn my shelves.
Words keep me financially afloat.
“One hundred fifty words or more” (You stated it, Yourselves.)
One hundred fifty words is what I wrote.
The View From Here
(a villanelle)
by Judee Shipman
Across the prison window bars
twinkling, turning, left and right —
Fireflies Are Fallen Stars
born to die in Mason jars
while glad eyes gleam in grim delight!
Across the prison window bars
Dancing Christmas fairies are
blinking in and out of sight —
Fireflies are Fallen Stars
to planet Earth from planet Mars
scattered, as by oversight
Across the prison window bars
Eagerly, I scan the tar-
black, sequin-studded Summer Night
Fireflies are Fallen Stars
vanishing like speeding cars —
Beckoning my final flight
Across the prison window bars.
Fireflies Are Fallen Stars!
Amor Aroma
(A Palindrome Poem)
By Judee Shipman
Wine Fire of Connoisseurs
Fine are we, fit and Funky
Lime minty — candy Skittles
Pine of Splash — scented Skunky
Smooth!
Skunky scented — splash of Pine
Skittles candy — minty Lime
Funky and fit, we are Fine
Connoisseurs of Fire Wine
Out To Old Saint Mary’s
by Judee Shipman
(dedicated to Walter Shipman, fashioned after James Whitcomb Riley)
Wasn’t it pleasant, oh Father mine —
That San Francisco summer time
in June, when rent was half past due
yet every dream could still come true
We took a taxi — Me and You —
Out To Old Saint Mary’s?
The trolley bells I hear today!
though time took you so far away —
Up California, toward the fane
We ride alongside the tracks again
To worship Him, and hear His name
Out To Old Saint Mary’s.
Deep within the church there stood
a priest who spoke of greater good —
but colored glass would catch my eye
where men implore a Cobalt sky
and Psychedelic Angels fly
Out To Old Saint Mary’s.
Of all the words of tongue and pen —
by sinners, saints, and countrymen —
by priests and prophets, live or dead —
in Orange, Yellow, Blue, and Red
tinted Windows, more is said
Out to Old Saint Mary’s.
Crimson — Turquoise — Amber — Jade —
reflections on the floor were made
as sunlight lanced the leaden air
and colored the dust that floated there.
Who could help but Stop! — And Stare?
Out To Old Saint Mary’s?
A Joshua tree by an open door
where doves flew up the sides and o’er
the Emerald leaves revealed to me —
Visions of Eternity
The more I Looked was the more to See!
Out To Old Saint Mary’s!
Surrounding tight the darkened room
Sunlit Soldiers conquered Doom
An Angel came — A baby slept —
A Virgin held her Son and wept —
In Windows, all are safely kept
Out To Old Saint Mary’s.
Dear sweet Dad, three years gone
I'll Keep Calm and Carry On
(And angel fell to earth one time
whispering "Tell All Souls To Come")
and All is well
Out to Old Saint Mary's.
The You
by Judee Shipman
If you say you have a Brain
it must undoubtedly be true.
As needed, you could safely say
you have a Body — too.
But who’s this YOU that has these things?
Have you any Clue?
I call this pilot entity
‘The You That Knows You’re You.’
The Adjournment
(A Sestina)
by Judee Shipman
A colorblind explorer trips the light
fantastic — five a.m. with Black to move —
Sinking to the depths of the square
metal bed in a rented room. He'll check
out by noon, if he's still in one piece...
Eyes perceive light before dark
In the mind, it's reversed — from the dark-
est hollow comes a splash of white light
blazing angular trails — uniting all the pieces
in its path. Bobby Fischer, Move
Over! Then, comes the reality check
Mistaken, he stares at the squares
On the ceiling as visions of square
dancing soldiers float by. He's a Dark
Horse at heart. He rises to check
the door latch, switches off the light
travels through space, time, and key moves.
Battles for the center. Wars are won piece
by piece, and the ill-fated pieces
have minds of their own. The squares
are their homes, but they move
on command, by the forces of Dark
against Light. The Light
would prevail in a perfect world, but check
the Facts: Only One thing is perfect — Check
Mate! No friendly post-mortem piece
of advice will suffice when salvation is light
years past. The effort is Misery Squared
when Victory shields her face and dark
daunting shadows of defeat move
grown men to tears. One false move
and it's up-all-night-cross-check-
ing-analysis again, seeking the Dark
Star, pausing only to pick up the pieces
of a World so fair and square —
so black and white. Pigeons alight
on the ledge. The move! He sacs a piece
and double checks the ceiling squares
as darkness resigns to morning light.
Empty Nest
by Judee Shipman
If Hope is a “thing with feathers” —
then “Joy” must be setting her free.
The farther away she travels
the stronger I need to be.
The higher to Heaven she flutters
the nearer she is to Thee.
Yet, if I allow her autonomous power
she visits — Occasionally.
My Own Best Friend
by Judee Shipman
I live alone
I work at Home
I'm on my own
I like it fine
What makes you think
I need a drink?
I'm tickled pink!
My time is mine
I simmer down
I sit around
I traipse the Town
at Dinnertime
Drink to my Health!
I count my Wealth
as Candles melt
upon the Mind.
Tarot
by Judee Shipman
The 10 of Cups is Happiness
The 10 of Swords — Despair
The Emperor
Sweet Temperance
and Pentacles appear
Strength walks the Lion like a dog
as Justice lifts the Scale
The Knight of Wands
Shall carry on
The Priestess will prevail
Death is merely Transformation
The Devil — earthly greed
The Hanging Man
can lend a hand
His Faith is guaranteed
The Empress is Mother Earth
The Chariot will travel
The Sun attains
begotten gains
The Tower is of Babel
Pages bring the messages
Psychic Moon can see beyond
The Fool may fall
The World is All
Magician holds a magic wand
Fortune is that spinning Wheel
The Hermit stands alone
The Queen of Cups
must hurry up!
The Hierophant is Home.
Related Links From The
Poetry-That-Doesn't Suck Collection
More Poems By This Poet And Others
AESOP'S RHYMES - A collection of Aesop's Fables reworked into original rhyming Poems by This Poet
MORE AESOP'S RHYMES (and Poems by This Poet)
Poems About Emily Dickinson (by This Poet)
******
SHORT SWEET LOVE POEMS
VALENTINE POEMS
FRIENDSHIP POEMS
FUNNY POEMS
SPANISH POEM (with translation)
CAPRICORN POETRY
GEMINI POETRY
LIBRA POETRY
PISCES POETRY
VIRGO POETRY
MASTERPIECE ALERT!
Look Here Right Now To See A Long Lost Portrait Of Emily Dickinson!