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‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?’
‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go?
Can I say where the lost leaves veer
On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow,
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?
Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,
You may gather again, my dear—
But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go
At the falling of the year.’

~ A Song of Autumn – Adam Lindsay Gordon




“GUARANTEED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Satisfying Whatever You Think Or Feel Is The Greatest Need First Can Be A Good Idea!?” January 6, 2019 (Sunday)

From a wife – to-her-“hubby,” “You’re [ALWAYS] so-filled with appetite!!”
“BUT! I’m hungry – FOR YOU first, Sweetie! It’s YOU who are my bright,
Shining Angel!! Without you, food means naught!”

“Oh, SURE, my-hungry-husband! I-REALLY believe-THAT – not!
Take-me-now, my Darling; I-just-need love from you!
I can-get-by-on-water! Your-appetite-makes me blue!”

Yet, on-any-given-morning, since-appetites we-can’t-control!
Maggie-might-arise, with-HUNGER! Now, she’s-got-herself-a “hole!”*
Sometimes appetites – really just need filling,
And, for-instance, when hunger HITS, she is NEVER willing,
To have “good-lovin'” – ‘TIL-lots-o’-the-chocolate-that-she’ll-take,
Combines-with-her gastric juices! LADY of-the-Cake,
OR – Lady of LAND O’ LAKES, with lots of tasty spread!
I GUARANTEE YOU – there’s no s-x, ’til-she’s filled up her head!

So, the-moral-of-this-story!? (is:) Many-guys gotta eat,
To keep their bodies goin’ strong – then-a-good-meal can’t-be-beat!
Now, perhaps “The-way-to-a-man’s-heart, may-be-through his tummy!
but-sometimes it’s-also so-for-HER; and, then, give food to-mummy!
OK- then: If you’re hungry, go for some “vittle;”
If-you’re-love-starved, then – try to “whittle,”
Down – the appetite – of the one you need;
And EVERYONE-will-be-happy;
Yes, indeed!
🙂 – Yummy, yummy!

    • a “hole in her stomach” – that needs some food to take care of the vacuum!


“DON’T GET ‘SQUASHED,’ IF YOU CAN HELP IT!” a poem before bed: Sat. 01/05/19

Green Squash TODAY! Yellow Squash TOMORROW!

BOTH – are tasty-(and-good)!

(And)-can-accomplish SURCEASE OF SORROW!*

So! choose whichever you wish,
Making sure it’s a tasty dish!

And-also: Hold onto “the-little-bird-in-your-hand,”

Or! let-the-birdie-go,
To fly – to another land!

As THEY say: The bird might return!
However, it-MIGHT-not! What’d-you-learn?

But-don’t-do-a-lot-IF-you-“squash”-’em! So-be-gentle! (pause)
Just SO! 🙂 – Good night, Sports Fans!

fin ❤

“Misconceptions” Robert Browning

This is a spray the Bird clung to,
Making it blossom with pleasure,
Ere the high tree-top she sprung to,
Fit for her nest and her treasure
O, what a hope beyond measure
Was the poor spray’s, which the flying feet hung to,—
So to be singled out, built in, and sung to!
This is a heart the Queen leant on,
Thrill’d in a minute erratic,
Ere the true bosom she bent on,
Meet for love’s regal dalmatic
O, what a fancy ecstatic
Was the poor heart’s, ere the wanderer went on—
Love to be saved for it, proffer’d to, spent on!

Was a Famous Catholic Poet Jack the Ripper?



Day 6
For my last post as Writer of the Week I shall talk about two poets from different eras and different viewpoints, William Blake and T.S. Eliot.
William Blake was an English poet, painter and printmaker, largely unrecognised during his lifetime. Blake is now considered a seminal figure in the history of the poetry and visual arts of the Romantic Age.

Blake was an epic poet consciously in the Protestant tradition of Spenser and Milton and not any sort of a mystic.

T.S. Eliot was born in St Louis, Missouri, moved to England in 1914 at the age of 25.
He attracted widespread attention for his poem ‘The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.’ ‘Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats(1939) is a collection of whimsical poems by T. S. Eliot about feline psychology and sociology.

‘The Waste Land ‘ is a long poem by T.S. Eliot widely regarded as one of the most important poems of the 20th Century and a central work of modernist poetry.

‘The Hollow Man’-
The final stanza
‘This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper


Day 5
W H Auden was an Ehglish-American poet. Auden’s poetry was noted for its stylistic and technical achievement, its engagement with politics, morals, love and religion. He is best known for love poems such as ‘Funeral Blues’, poems on political and social themes such as ‘September 1 1939’ and ‘The Shield of Achilles’, poems on cultural and psychological themes such ‘The Age of Anxiety’ and poems on religious themes such as ‘For the Time Being.’
John Donne was an English poet and cleric in the Church of England. He is considered the pre eminent representative of the metaphysical poets. His works are noted for their strong, sensual style and include sonnets, love poems, religious poems.

‘No Man is an Island’

No man is an island entire of
itself, every man is a piece of
the continent, a part of the main,
if a clod be wasted away by
the sea.
Europe is the less,
As well as if a promontory were
As well as if a manor of thy friend’s
Or of thine own were
Any man’s death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in
And thereforenever send to know
for whom the bell tolls
It tolls for thee.


Day 2

Yeats and the Romantics – the theme is the saving transformation that attends some form of humanism – the poem as an alternative world to that of nature.

Some of these poets include Spenser and Milton, Blake, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley and Keats on to Tennyson, Browning, Swinburne, and William Morris.

Percy Bysshe Shelley wrote the poem ‘Ozymandias’ which deals with the theme of mortality.


I met a traveller from an antique land

Who said -‘Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert…Near them on the sand

Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown

And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well – those passions read,

Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them, and the heart that feel;

And on the pedestal, these words appear:

My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despai
Nothing beside remains, round the decay

Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

My poem ‘Uluru’ alludes to Ozymandias.



Mysterious as life

Sapphire sky above

Red dust below

The Dreamtime –

No beginning/ no end

Worshipped by the

Anangu people

Not as Ozymandias’

Man-built colossal wreck

Now lying in mortal decay



Off-limits a sacred site

In tune with nature

The planet

The seasons.


Day 1
Poetry is a type of literature or artistic writing that attempts to stir a reader’s imaginaton or emotions. The poet does this by carefully choosing and arranging language for its meaning, sound and rhythm.
There are over 50 types of poetry. Poetry is categorized by the number of lines in the poem, the words in the poem, whether it rhymes or not and what it is about.
The sonnet is a short rhyming poem with 14 lines (see Shakespeare’s sonnets).
The limerick is a 5-line witty poem with a distinctive rhythm.
Haiku – this ancient form of poem is renowned for its small size as well as the precise punctuation and syllables needed on its three lines.
Some poems, such as nursery rhymes are simple and humorous.
The pastoral elicits such wonderful senses of peace and harmony.
Rhyming verse was the norm in the past eg. bush poetry. Modern poetry uses free verse eg. T.S. Eliot.

Nottingham City of Literature – ‘The Moment’ – Margaret Atwood #nationalpoetryday | Facebook


We can complain because bushes have thorns or rejoice, because bushes have Roses 💥💥

Letter to my Husband 💥💥

Watch “Perhaps Love – John Denver (with lyrics)” on YouTube. MYSTIC POET 💙💙

“POP SAYS!” a poem SEPT. 25, 2018 – Twos Day

CONCEPTS! of The Religious “PATH:”


Perhaps you get (pause) the Heaven-ly,

Place YOU want? – It’s lau-gh-a-bly,

Just-what-people-do – TO-LIMIT THEIR “OPS!”

“What’s-YOUR-idea-of-Heaven? Tell-me, Pops!”

One-religion*-three-levels: TOP? Good! Then, OK!

The bottom one? KINDA like – a-standard-work day,

Which is kinda-like-THIS-place: WORK ‘TIL YA DROP,

Is considered-a good life! (Just ask POP!)

Another-religious-group!?** Different-levels-each-a-nest:


AND – What IS – comfortable – – – for you?

No pins & needles? BUT – some folks love that too,

‘Cause they sleep on nails and say THAT’S FINE!

But – I’ll take a soft mattress, with my Sweetie Divine!

IF you keep going up, in some Heavenly stories,

The-pressure-and-temp’s-Great + You-gotta-have-GOOD-mores!!

SO! (for some) You can sit on a cloud – play the harp all day,

And get bored as sin – and, then, throw it all away:

To go to Dante’s Inferno – and roast or freeze,

Or swim and drown – or just say: “PLEASE,”

A million times – ‘til “Satan” says: “OK –

I’ll LET YOU(!) reincarnate, or

“Go-back-in-your-bod,” the NDErs say.

Well, IF you do wish for Heaven – and-it’s-too-heavy-&-hot,

Can you change your mind? And go to Camelot?

And drink from The Grail Cup?

And have a scrumptious sup?

Well, DON’T ASK ME!**** But I did have a dream!*****

And Heaven’s-in-your-arms (with-POP!)****** Yay!-The-A-Team! 🙂

fin. ❤

    • Mormonism, a super religion!

** – Sukyo Mahikari, a Japanese “supra-religion!”

*** – like one, where it is so cold, the slightest movement you make, your skin tears! I guess most folks don’t like the idea of that one! Ow-ee! [“Cutting & Pasting – Can be REALLY painful!” The Mystic Poet!]

**** – Remember, I’m just [the] big dummy The Mystic Poet!! 🙂

***** – 🙂 – Yea, what else is NEW?

****** – The Holy Trinity! 🙂

Watch “El embrujo de la guitarra española” on YouTube

“MY AMAZING MUSINGS OVER POTENTIAL SEXUAL ABUSE APPLICATIONS OF SLIDER(ING) WIDGETS, GRAZING IN MY BUREAU DRAWER, NAMELESS HERE, FOREVERMORE, HITCH!” * a poem a.k.a.: “Am I Losing My Blogging Mind?” August 26, 2018, Me Mum’s Birthday is on a Sunday this year, like today!

Widgets are AMAZING; I found a few today;

With-a-MacGuffin* – in-my-bureau-drawer,

“carrying-on”-in-an-”unnatural” way (?)

When I found them, they were squealing, squealing with delight,

And The MacGuffin? It was grinning – The scene was outta sight!!

As I watched them, oh, so carefully, they grew before my eyes;



They grew & grew & then exploded, and confetti swarmed the room!

The MacGuffin spread its “Hitchcock-ian” wings; I wondered: “Will it ZOOM?”

Slowly-it-went (at first) and then (WOW!) with a nod,

The MacGuffin just-really took-right-off; y’know, ‘twas really MOD!

In-retrospect, what-they-were-doing –

might NOT-have-been-unnatural, after all,

For I’ve really no idea, if-their-performance-was-fulfilling-Nature’s-call!

Anyway, I cleaned everything up and dusted just a bit;

IF I hadn’t done that, I was pretty sure, MOTHER-would-throw-a-fit!

AND!! As I emptied the colorful confetti – in the outside trash,

I’m sure, that-passing-by,* was Alfred Hitchcock, dressed-up in a sash!

He paused for just a moment, I think, and stared at me,

Then, continued his walk, “widgeting” with glee! 🙂

fin. ❤

    • Alfred “Hitch” Hitchcock, known as “The Master of Suspense,” was a film director who passed away about four decade ago! He was “knighted,” interviewed as THE “best” film producer/director of all times, developed the idea of a MacGuffin, which is “SOMETHING” IN A FILM THAT IS, PERHAPS, IMPORTANT, BUT YOU NEVER REALLY KNOW WHAT IT IS (!), had an apparently submissive wife Alma, who also acted as “manager,” and (Hitch) was quoted as saying: “Actors are cattle!” He died of renal failure at age 80 in 19 – (yes!) 80 and produced/directed about a zillion films, in which he sometimes made “cameo appearances,” where he just “showed up” for a few moments and that’s it! He either went to Heaven – or Hell – or some other place – or, perhaps, he is still alive somewhere, plotting his next movie.

Perhaps (although, perhaps not) it should be said that many of the female actresses “Hitch” selected for his films were blond(e)s! Some of their categories were: “The vamp, the tramp, the snitch, the witch, the slink, the double-crosser and, best of all, the demon mommy!” I am partial to the witch and the demon mommy myself, but you might have other ideas, which is fine.

HITCHCOCK PIC #1: with his wife Alma Reville and their cherub Patricia.

HITCHCOCK PIC #2: on a bus, doing a cameo appearance with one of his actors.

HITCHCOCK PIC #3: with his daughter Pat, her daughter Terry, Joe, Pat’s husband, Alma and my sister Alicia, although I have no idea how Alicia got in there, but she did get a degree in “Radio-Television-Film” ** at THE University of Texas, in a place called Austin (a POWERful place, suitable for visitation, but not more-or-less permanent habitation)! Possibly, Alicia’s studies endeared her to the Hitchcock family, and they might have adopted her, or something! Anyway, Alicia NOW lives with her husband Steve in Dallas, Texas, not far from Austin, and she is here, visiting Alpine to celebrate mum’s birthday. “AUSTIN IS WEIRD, BUT ALPINE IS FAR OUT!”

HITCHCOCK PIC #4: a sculpture of “Hitch,” near a studio in London, England.

“Families! Can’t live with ‘em; can’t live without ‘em!” The Mystic Poet.

** – abbrev. “R-T-F!” MY degree was from Sul Ross State University, here in Alpine, graduating with a degree in “WTF!” *** I graduated with honors, although nobody told me WHY!

*** – I have speculated that the degree requirements I may or may not have fulfilled are in “WIDGETS-Television-Film,” although I can only briefly recall taking a lot of courses in Political Science, Statistics, Really Abstract, Theoretical Algebra … and Music. I eventually went to Law School in Dallas (I think the place was “SMU,” although I never did know for sure what those letters stood for), and, yes, I do recall seeing law books at a library once or twice – and meeting some really pretty girls, who wanted to get married, although nobody told me WHY! I once found a MacGuffin in my dorm room; it taught me everything about the art of sexual fulfillment that I could ever hope to know – and more than I wanted to (know)! Amen.