17 April 2008

The bard in my pocket

In honor of April's National Poetry Month, today is the 6th annual Poem in Your Pocket Day in NYC. So slip a little something in your pocket to share with coworkers, family, friends...

I meant a poem, people. Sheesh. ;-D

Feel free to leave your favorite gem in the comments for today's post.

Iambic pentameter ROCKS!

4 comments:

Meema said...

The Pope's Penis

It hangs deep in his robes, a delicate
clapper at the center of a bell.
It moves when he moves, a ghostly fish in a
halo of silver seaweed, the hair
swaying in the dark and the heat -- and at night
while his eyes sleep, it stands up
in praise of God.

- Sharon Olds

Scott R said...

Selecting a Reader

First, I would have her be beautiful,
and walking carefully up on my poetry
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,
her hair still damp at the neck
from washing it. She should be wearing
a raincoat, an old one, dirty
from not having money enough for the cleaners.
She will take out her glasses, and there
in the bookstore, she will thumb
over my poems, then put the book back
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,
"For that kind of money, I can get
my raincoat cleaned." And she will.

- Ted Kooser

deb said...

Did you know that everything Emily Dickenson wrote can be sung to "The Yellow Rose of Texas"?

Ohhhhhh, because I could not stop for death, it kindly stopped for me.

Did you know that "Stopping by woods on a snowy evening" can be sung to "Hernando's Hideaway"?

Ole!!

Mark said...

I meant to post this befoer, but it was lost in the ether.

The Purist

I give you now Professor Twist,
a conscientious scientist.
Trustees exclaimed, "He never bungles!"
and sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
one day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could no but smile.
"You mean," he said, "A crocodile."


-Ogden Nash