Poet, Audrey Austin

Poet, Audrey Austin
This site is to honour my mother, poet, Eva Ruby Austin.

Monday, May 27, 2013

Three Baja Poems by John Brooke ........

Hola Audrey,

Three of my Baja Poems that may be worthy for inclusion in your publication.


AFTER THE HURRICANE — A GHAZAL
by John Brooke
Yield to the hurricane, you must, Arroyo,
lie wanton with wet desert lust, Arroyo.
 
Parade your charismatic writhing snake dance,
uncoil earth passions, come combust, Arroyo.
 
Mountains of rain thunder into your being,
rocking and rolling with each thrust, Arroyo.
 
Brutally filling your scorched sandy bed,
dirty rocks rollick in disgust, Arroyo.
 
Weeping waters cascade rushing out to sea,
flooded with tears, a breach of trust, Arroyo.
 
Juiced with rain you're rapidly over the falls,
by us humans you are cussed, Arroyo.
 
Until next season I babble dry and parched,
Brooke now a dribble, once robust, Arroyo.
 
 
The Ghazal Form
SHER: An odd number of independent couplets (shers), five or more, each of which is complete by itself and autonomous. This is the most consistently (often the only) rule followed in modern English-language ghazals.
BEHER: Metric consistency, or counted syllabics. There are 19 beher in Urdu, but they can be classified as long, medium and short. The lines of each sher should be of equal beher or length.
RADIF: The second end word of each sher should repeat according to the scheme: aa, ba, ca, da, ea, etc.
KHAAFIYAA: Internal rhyme in each line of the first couplet, and in the last line of each couplet In Urdu, this is the most rigid rule, yet is usually ignored in English.
MAHKTA: An optional mahkta or signature final couplet, where the poet's name is used in the second or third person. This is often used rhetorically, as if the poet was talking to him/herself. Many traditional ghazaL poets (shayar) used pen names
Syllables per line: 11
Rhyme scheme: aa, ba, ca, da, ea, fa, ga

La Paz Carnaval
Pantoum by John Brooke, first published Everyday Poets 2010

 Unembarrassed affections fill curb-to-curb en La Paz del Malecón
Shuffling jostling swaying hip hipping in opposite musical flows
Tight bumping padres-madres-niños-gringos cheerfully dance on
Many have traveled from distant arroyo mountain rocky ranchos

Shuffling jostling swaying hip hipping in opposite musical flows
Flotillas awash in glittering jovens moving as one sexy dancer
Many have traveled from distant arroyo mountain rocky ranchos
To flow in this cacophonous flashing corridor on tropic-of-cancer

Floats each awash in glittering jovens moving as one sexy dancer
Ten individual sets volley out musical souls in hi-tech reverberations
To flow in this cacophonous flashy corridor on the tropic-of-cancer
Brass-oompah-pahs-strings-winds-accordions musical celebrations

Ten individual sets hurling out musical souls in hi-tech reverberations
Hundred meters between groups of eager, musicians in black tuxedos
Horns-strings-windy-oompah-pahs-rapping-out musical celebrations
Pumping volumes of brightly colorful Mex-rap-mariachi-romaticos

Hundred meters between groups of eager musicians in black tuxedos
Necklaces of concessions rugs-T-shirts-dolls-ring-tossing ¡oles!
Pumping volumes of brightly colorful Mex-rap-mariachi-romaticos
Mexican foods from pozoles-moles-tacos-sopes-ubiquitous frijoles

Necklaces of concessions corn-candy-cervesa-fresca-hotdog ¡oles!
Tightly bumping padres-madres-niños-gringos en la calla dance on
Mexican foods from pozoles-moles-tacos-sopes-ubiquitous frijoles
Unembarrassed Carnaval affections overflow La Paz del Malecón  


BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF THE PANTOUM
The “pantun” is a Malaysian poetic form that was introduced to the West by the French novelist, essayist, and poet, Victor Hugo (1802-1885), hence the French spelling, “pantoum.”
Written in quatrains (four-line stanzas) the pantoum repeats the second and forth lines of each stanza as the first and third lines of the following stanza, respectively. This pattern is continued for as many stanzas as wanted. At the end repeat the first and third lines of the first stanza as the fourth and second lines of the last stanza. The pantoum begins and ends with the same line. The pantoum does not require rhyming end words.


What is the meaning of life?
By John Brooke
 
The trees, plants and all the animals know.
Every creature of the seas, lakes, rivers and creeks knows.
Shit, even stinking cockroaches, insects, and basic bacteria know.
 
And while we're busy killing every living thing, we ask ourselves,
What is the meaning of life?
 
First published Poems Niederngasse, Switzerland 2005
 
12/11/04 © Brooke 19 Lines

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Two poems by poet, Paula Readman ......

The Gun 

A life gone.
Blood on the street.
A cold stone, with words so incomplete.


We now parted:

The wind echoed around the old oak tree and lifted its forgotten leaves, as I hurried by to make my leave.
You, who had been so quick, so pleased to say your final goodbye, with no thought or care,
I made my way along the path. The one for so many summers before, we had made it our own.
The distant bells, that had once rang the joy of our union, now echoed a mournful tone.
What earthly reason was there for you to go?
I, who had nothing to give you, but me, myself, and I,
Sit alone and mourn the passing of the tide.
This one life, one love, can never be again.
I hear your voice, it echoes in the wind that lifts the leaves around the old oak tree.
Then it chases itself down the valley and is gone.
A distant reminder of some forgotten time; once held to be true.
You, who were so dearly loved, my perfect world.
Has left me now, so broken hearted.
Once we had said those words, I held to be so true.
Let no man put asunder, and you had said I do.
Where now are the long hot summer days?
Where now are our gentle walks under the green canopy, while all around us the birds do sing?
I must hurry now for soon you will be gone and all that will be left to mark this earthly life,
Will be a cold, cold stone…

Thursday, May 16, 2013

A letter from poet, Dan Grubb ..........

Dan Grubb 16 May 04:39

Hi Audrey,

I'm messaging you about the Rhymes and Times Remembered poetry blog page.

Our charity poetry competition closes in a month (15th June) and I wondered if it would be possible to promote it to readers of the blog?

The topic is 'Homeland/Motherland' and we are asking for poems between 20 and 60 lines long.
10% of the paid entry is going to the WWO (WorldWide Orphans foundation - http://www.wwo.org   and 10% of the sales of the produced anthology will also go to the WWO.

We have many professional poets on board including Maureen Duffy.

There are cash prizes, publication alongside professional poets and a chance to build an ongoing charitable donation for the lifetime of the book.
http://www.facebook.com/l/QAQErKMD4AQEr-a3s7VlPNRbsNghIiVG9Uf26hH2L3DI5gQ/www.fantasticbookspublishing.com/currentcompetitions/upcomingcompetitions/

Any help spreading the word would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks,

Dan Grubb
CEO
Fantastic Books Publishing

Monday, May 13, 2013

"RED" .... a poem by T.L. Cooper

RED

Red
Three inch patent leather stilettos scream power
Polished fingernails command attention
... Matching toenails hint at playfulness
Lipstick invites your lips to touch mine
A splash of spice in the serious

Red
The dress that turned your head
And his before
And his before
The suit that exuded confidence when mine faltered
The tie between my breasts accentuating my femininity
The tie between your lapels proclaiming your masculinity
A splash of power in the professional

Red
The rose that survives the loss
The paper heart of young love with a tear in the cleavage
The silky lingerie long forgotten in the back of a drawer
The heart shaped balloon that slowly deflates as love ends
A splash of romance in the mundane

Red
Spicy
Strong
Romantic
Sexy
The color of power



~TLC (from my book, Reflections in Silhouette:Poems)


Visit T.L. Cooper's website:  http://www.tlcooper.com 

 

Sunday, May 12, 2013

A Mother's Day Poem by Eleanor Lambert, Bermuda

TO MY SIBLINGS, KEN. AUDREY, RAY AND LINDA
            

OUR MOTHER WOULD BE 107 SHOULD SHE BE HERE TODAY
SHE WAS TAKEN 23 YEARS AGO TO HER HOME ACROSS THE WAY.
 

ALTHOUGH SHE IS NOT WITH US HER MEMORIES EVER LINGER
SHE WAS THE LIFE OF EVERY PARTY AND EVEN A GOOD SINGER.
 

YES, HER TALENTS THEY WERE MANY, JUST TO NAME A FEW,
MUSICIAN, RECITING, STORY TELLING AND WRITING POETRY T00.
 

SHE WAS THE KIND OF MOTHER YOU DON’T SEE MUCH NOW ADAY,
ALWAYS THERE FOR HER FAMILY TO HELP OUT IN ANY WAY.
 

SHE ALSO REACHED OUT TO OTHERS WHENEVER THERE WAS A NEED,
MAKING ROOM IN OUR SMALL ABODE FOR ONE MORE MOUTH TO FEED.
 

SHE WAS NOT PERFECT, BUT WHO IS, ONLY GOD ABOVE,
BUT SHE SURE SET GOOD EXAMPLES BY HER KINDNESS AND HER LOVE.
 

OUR MOTHER WILL ALWAYS BE WITH US EVEN THOUGH SHE’S FAR AWAY,
FOR THE GOOD MEMORIES WE HAVE OF HER WILL ALWAYS BE HERE TO STAY.
 

                     HAPPY MOTHERS DAY IN HEAVEN MOM..
 

 

 

Thursday, May 2, 2013

From Teresa Wangui

What does love look like ?

What does love look like? It has the
hands to help others. It has the feet to
hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to
see misery and want. It has the ears to hear
the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what
love looks like