pathos is the skyward tanka
by Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
a mother swathed in muslin
scavenging, rubble
behind the sea of biscay
a burned down house on a mound
a bargain respect, absent
what was us, what was sweet home
lost to an ornery sound
shanks pressed into the pallid
how they grieve even –
in flight, there’s nothing
no coast, of drift, remembrance
so she writes because
she forgets what she puts down
rope and field of lies
rising flames, a white refrain
driftpin verse forms miscreant
as if resting on water –
a sail, ascension
Red Ochre Lit
Copyright ©:
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
A few random poems:
- Haiku: January by Monty Gilmer
- Sonnet CIV by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Brigs Of Ayr: Inscribed to John Ballantine, Esq., Ayr.
- E.P. Ode Pour L’election De Son Sepulchre poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Worry by Mridula Makkuni
- A Prayer
- Attadale, West Highlands by William Ernest Henley
- Sonnet 12
- The Cooling Tower poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- On a Prospect of T’ai-shan by Tu Fu
- A Writer’s Pen by Sahiti Siddharth
- Robert Burns: Verses Written With A Pencil Over the Chimney-piece in the Parlour of the Inn at Kenmore, Taymouth.:
- The Bowling-Green by William Somervile
- Love’s Unity poem – Alfred Austin
- The Mountain Tomb by William Butler Yeats
External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Sonnet 94: They that have power to hurt and will do none by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 93: So shall I live, supposing thou art true by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 92: But do thy worst to steal thy self away by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 91: Some glory in their birth, some in their skill by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 90: Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 8: Music to hear, why hear’st thou music sadly? by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 89: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 88: When thou shalt be disposed to set me light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 87: Farewell! Thou art too dear for my possessing by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 86: Was it the proud full sail of his great verse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 85: My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 84: Who is it that says most, which can say more by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 83: I never saw that you did painting need by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 82: I grant thou wert not married to my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 81: Or I shall live your epitaph to make by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 80: O, how I faint when I of you do write by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 7: Lo, in the orient when the gracious light by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 79: Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 78: So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 77: Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear by William Shakespeare
More external links (open in a new tab):
Doska or the Board – write anything
Search engines:
Yandex – the best search engine for searches in Russian (and the best overall image search engine, in any language, anywhere)
Qwant – the best search engine for searches in French, German as well as Romance and Germanic languages.
Ecosia – a search engine that supposedly… plants trees
Duckduckgo – the real alternative and a search engine that actually works. Without much censorship or partisan politics.
Yahoo– yes, it’s still around, amazingly, miraculously, incredibly, but now it seems to be powered by Bing.
Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
