Sidi J. Mahtrow - Poems
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Poetry Series Sidi J. Mahtrow - poems - Publication Date: 2011 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Sidi J. Mahtrow() www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 reiterative Poetry Reiterative poetry it seems proper to say Has seen little sunlight in present day. Yet it represents in all regard, The beginning as English language broached forward. Base on Anglo Saxon and Anglo Norman tongues Reiterative poetry sloughed reluctantly along Combining words in ways most proper And in some case, crudely brought to halt, a stopper. Meanings lost or lesser known, Words and spellings made to fit the event reported on. Such it is that Piers Plowman was written By William Langland and others(?) too, in 1462. Reiterative simply means repeat sounds; words or their beginnings To occur at least twice in each line's soundings. Thought to be borne on the method of basic speech Slow and deliberate as the speaker sought to teach. Imagine if you will the illusion the teller Wished to instill in the entranced listener, Pausing for effect on each word of the reiterative pair, For emphasis that would be embedded there. The Vision that Will viewed from his slumbers, Was perhaps a dream of dreary numbers. Cascading before his closed eyes, Were temptations in their disguises. Along the way the visions, as you will Enticed the reader to revel, In tales of harlots and their heady stews Where pleasure was sought (and found) in their due. The Church of Rome was ragged about in play, With fat priest in habits placed on display Their custom of taking what they may From the serfs and sundry workers of the day. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 Then there is the use of ‘fables' to instruct, As example, 'Belling the Cat' is one of such. The moral of the story is two fold and more, As the men are told they cannot be as independent mice of lore. But should bear allegiance to the King (the cat) Who protects, administers and all that, Taking only 'a little' from each one So that they can live their life in freedom. As example, seen in France, the death of the cat Only brings on horrors (and yet another cat) . Langland never was quite pleased with his poem And rewrote it several times and some. Sometimes using reiterative style To make his point, but when the method failed Used free verse to get the story told That's the way it was in days of old. So it is related with this Reiterative Poem Hoping to provide humble examples to some, Who might wish to try their hand Writing poetry, as the method properly demands. Sidi J. Mahtrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 thoughts On ugam Chettiar's 'Half-Done' Poem Rare is the word That is used to describe 'Half-cooked' But you decide What's on your plate. Is it ready for the palate Or needs another round In life's baptismal fire. Rare retains the flavor The succulence and the texture While overdone is, well, overdone. s Sidi J. Mahtrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 A Special Christmas Gift Most gifts come wrapped or maybe Too awkward to be, Are left standing in the corner or lying unwrapped under the tree But this special gift was different, to be delivered on bended knee. The giver had planned this gift for nearly a year For the recipient always took his gifts and put them away Until the ones he had, Were worn out or “used-up” as they say. So Joyce planned this gift very carefully and told Dad That this gift he would have to help with so please don’t get mad, For it was too much for her alone with all the driving and shopping Seems she wanted him to sit very still and let her do the? un-wrapping? She took out the box that she had carefully packed quite full, And the white enamel pan that was to be a part of it all. “Sit here, in your favorite chair, the cane-bottomed one, Get comfortable for this will take a while and I hope it’s fun” Then she put on one of Mom’s aprons, tied in the back Filled the pan with water, planning her attack. Dishwashing detergent, mild and without smell Was the next thing out of her box of tricks that she had planned well. Carefully she untied the laces on the shoes that he wore Shoes that were well polished, just as if from the store. Next off came the white socks one after another Until Dad’s feet were there for all to see without any cover It seemed Joyce intended to give Dad’s feet a bath, Not such a big thing but certainly on a different Christmas path. He grinned down from his seat and went along with the play Filled his pipe with Prince Albert and was content there to stay. The cleaning soon over and that signaled an end But Joyce had another trick up her sleeve as we soon learned Shooing away the small kids that came in to see What was happening to Grandpa and the gifts, under the tree. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 The feet were clean, as clean as could be And a good buffing made the nails sparkle like lights on the tree Dad, said, “Thank’y, I really am surprised That you had planned this for a old man who’s grown old but not wise.” He stood to leave, and Joyce said, “I’m not through. I’ve got another gift for you. So sit and be comfortable as I am just beginning.” And she took out more tools from the box’s inner lining. A pair of clippers that would do a farrier proud Were in her hand and she knelt before the feet Knowing that the mission Was going to be hard to complete. She nipped and nipped some more As toenails flew and fell to the floor, Going from toe to toe removing just a bit, here and there She slowly wore away the year’s growth found there Sometimes stopping and using a bit Of warm water and detergent the stubborn hooves to wet Until they were softened and yielded to her touch. But very carefully, she didn’t remove too much. Ten toes got her blessings and the long nails, no longer there And underneath white skin was exposed to the light’s evening glare. Then, a file that would make a machinist jealous, she took from her pack And carefully resumed her attack. The edges were made as smooth as a baby’s back side And only then was she finally satisfied, She said, I guess you/ve been trimmed like the old gray mare And need to put on your shoes to get a bit of fresh air. Into her sack which she tossed in the box, Went all the tools that she had used for the attack. So I guess one could say, “twas the night before Christmas” and be right as rain, For a special Christmas gift was the Daughter-in-law’s Plan. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 S Sidi J. Mahtrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Chicken Is Not A Bird A chkn na be a byrd Acord'n folk lvn in flori da Kep'n and own'n be difernt If be a tigr or sknk kept An' a' th hair cutn shp r paloor for trm Word is one's pets is one's own prblm So be it, tha list of crtures kept, grws lngr by da Cept'n when are feral, as n dog and ct stray Thn becms nuher mat'r For nebors blathr. Whn pkins gd, thn no problm But whn pks in yr flwr bd, much to be mad then. Frm tm to tm thngs gt out of hnd ‘n Complnts ‘n words for cert n. So Gvrmnt coms to soln Of problms b'for problms xst for som. But na be a ckn a byrd? Cuse if it be a byrd, Thn it lv in a byrd sanctry free An can na hunt, na hrt, na molst byrdees So wa to du? Mybe pas law that sy to you, 'Chkn na be byrd' Thn ok to hv fer Sundy Dnr n vite Prechr for Holy wrd. N hisn wfe cuse good Chrstn man and wom' Enjy, chkn in fryn pan. So law pasd that say chkn not a bryd so They mst sty a' home an' na go. Howsome evr, bryds (an chkns also) cnt rde An thy kpt do n wh' brds an chkns do bst to feed. Which be to go whr God low such, Which fr mst prt is nxt dr's grdn and frnt prch. So Bartow Flor da hird a chkn ktchr To gathr up dose brds and tk to the cntry sid, u betchr. Tha's nic but brds (scuse me – ckns) got oth id www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 An flew coup, so to say, or fle. An those toke out side cit lmts make it home just Lk homn pgns and r thr for supr like norml ckns cum to rost. Yu ake how solve mstry of chkns? Smpl. Persons who compln'd aked to lv town Now Bartow got pln't chkns an gud ppl all rnd.