Introducing ‘Twenty-One-Jack’ Poetry
Might I be so bold as to introduce you to my ‘Twenty-one Jack’? Simply put, it is a poem of your choice with twenty-one lines: rhyme, no-rhyme, free verse, simply, compressed poetic thoughts and feelings. I give you here my first attempt and hope you might enjoy trying it yourself.
“Ah, The Sting”
Ah, the sting of memory,
The gasp, the dip in sorrow,
All the loves of yesterday…
Time, the arbiter, the squire
Upon whose donkey for me
Rode the night’s pleasure…
Twas all a moment’s fancy
There in diluted memory,
All gone in morrow’s dawn…
Yet, still would I so linger
Among the music and mist
Perchance one dalliance left…
For fools exist for pleasure’s
Hopeful lingering at the trough
Of Bacchus eve’s merriment…
Only, now, wrinkled fantasies
Visit in grotesque dreams
That deny a relevance…
Still, tis good to know that
One’s life does not foretell
Mysteries yet beyond the veil…
Billy Ray Chitwood – May 13, 2019
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Very nicely done Billy Ray! I really loved the rhythm of this.
xox
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‘You light up my day’, pretty lady. Thanks for the ‘lift’… ox ♥
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This make me think of my grandma when she developed dementia- well done!
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Thanks, I guess! Strange comment. Sorry about your grandma, BUT I’m not there – YET!
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Lol, I didn’t mean to say you were! Your poetry reminded me of her, that’s all.
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Thanks for responding to my density! Best wishes. ♥
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Enjoyed this, Billy Ray. The faded memories are the ones missed.
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So true, good John. Thanks for the response. ♥
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Loved the poem, Billy. I felt its flow.
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Thank you, Denise. Hope your week goes splendidly! All the best.. ♥♥
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I hope the same for you too !
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Brilliant, Billy Ray. Especially your classical reference:
Time, the arbiter, the squire
Upon whose donkey for me
Rode the night’s pleasure…
You had to be proud of that, my friend. I sure would have been!
Great work!
Jay
http://bondingfyre.com/
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You make my day, Jay-man! Thank you, my friend. ♥
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Such a beautiful piece, Billy Ray!
“Twas all a moment’s fancy
There in diluted memory…” love this!
Our hearts have such a profound influence over our memories, don’t they? We can polish them to perfection or soil them so easily in haste, altering their resemblance entirely. Thank you for sharing another gem! 🙂
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Ah, thank you so much, Natalie…from such a beautiful author of poetry! ♥♥
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