International Poetry Monday

Doesn't Monday come round so quick? It only seems a week ago that we were posting poetry like there was no tommorrow.Looking forward to reading this weeks efforts.

Catching the wordy worm are these early birds:

Mr River Run http://dominicrivron.blogspot.com/2009/09/words-and-music.html


Jeanne posts below and blogs at http://iconicrealism.blogspot.com/

Yearning for serenity
an unsettled mind
drifts gracefully
flowing in paralysis
a paradox offering
spiritual coalescence
sweet malady
sweeter melody
sweetest memory
core surge caresses
in divine rhythm
echoes from arched bones
guard this heart
in solemn surrender to stillness
filling silence with rapture

(Fantasia on a theme by Thomas Tallis, composed by Ralph Vaughan-Williams)

Rachel Fox
http://crowd-pleasers.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-poem-and-of-all-songs-in-all.html


NanU
http://sciencegirltraveler.blogspot.com/2009/09/monday-poetry-musical-interlude.html



Weaver
http://weaverofgrass.blogspot.com/2009/09/tfes-monday-poem.html


Titus
http://titusthedog.blogspot.com/2009/09/tfes-monday-challenge-two-birds-with.html

Poetikat (doing,ithink,the very first task)http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/

5 Minutes

Tick, tick, tick.
I watch the digits
Flip and flick.
(I have an old clock.)
Tells the time
in my dimension,
It is only my intention,
to be clever,
though I never
really ever
pull it off.
(To my own satisfaction)
So, I'll print my own
retraction.
On another note,
I'm trying
to decide if you're denying
me the time
to lay it out there.
All about me?
Well, I don't care!
Time is flying--
one more minute.
Is there something really
in it?
Tick, tick, tick,
my old clock's winding
down,
down,
down.


Poet in residence http://poet-in-residence.blogspot.com/ for the first time instead of leaving money behind the bar with nebulous Noreen ,has posted tongue in cheek, should we have taken the money, or opened the (goggle) box? :)

Pome:
MUZIK IN THE NEXT ROOM

eej's monday challenge

slap on the goggle-box;
the gaping gawping
cornered noise-box,

half turn of my right cauli;
another dolly-bird songlet,
the background noise,
imagine shimmer
on a blonde with lip-gloss

hey eej it's musik,
an airspray advert,

she lwks so good
ah oh
so good

but damn it eej
i can't see her

no i can't see her

no not from ear


Mrs Niamh
http://variouscushions.blogspot.com/2009/09/seemed-like-good-idea-at-time.html

Another welcome debutante to the TFE experience, Drama Queen
http://dramaqueenjoan.blogspot.com/2009/09/frank-poem-4tfe.html

Heather http://raggedoldblogger.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-weeks-monday-poetry-post.html


D'Oub
http://domesticoubliette.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-tfe.html

Mrs Nesbitt
http://mrsnesbittsspace.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-world-tuesday-whilst-we-were-staying.html?showComment=1253016605477#c4574700048556905167


Swiss
http://travelsinthefloatingelvis.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-poems-about-music.html

Poetikat
http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/2009/09/blame-it-on-tfe-monday-music-poem.html

Sandra Leigh
http://sandarastraveljournal.blogspot.com/

Colin Will

http://sunnydunny.wordpress.com/2009/09/15/after-crystal-gayle/

Here's mine TFE I blog right about HERE.

Last resort

Run bleeding over dry sand
black gold, guilt edge, only we can drown.
Come bullets, come bombs,
promenade your picture postcards.

Plough back all the wet words
these strange planes to foreign lands,
show our face, our hands.

Wish you weren’t here,
dying for a seaside town ?
Come poet, leveller, croppy boy,
pre steam-age romantics rise,
blow the ghost train .


Song was 'Every day is like sunday' by Morrissey