ggwfung@hotmail.com ------------------------- POEM OF THE DAY (Issue 6) ------------------------- --- Monday, September 16, 2002 A little bread, a little faith Both you can see Ruby singing, Velvet sighing Both are from me. An empty court, a daffodil I watch you play The climbing twig, the phantum drum I hear you say. The cat in my brain prowls around Without a sound I wish you were here with me Underground. --- Tuesday, September 17, 2002 My wife moans, my children curl My husband eats an egg. Oi! Oi! The poet trembles My athiest uncle wears a pink dress. Today it is very cold My goldfish has frozen in the middle of the pond I must amputate her legs. Truly Madly Deeply I tune my beard on the violin 12 mad women are punching me 2000 odd men take off their hats I smile, and fart. Could it be any different? Come on, then, you wedding guestd You green ghosts of trees You blackbird priests, you butterflies I am the living and I am the dead. --- Wednesday, September 18, 2002 Shakespeare's Last/Lost Sonnet Not rain, nor sheep, nor goats, nor frisking heifers Shall outlive this gilded monument This perfect pattern of heroic worth Was never ever but a harsh broken sound. Sing! You yielding wax and slimy crystal brooks Where brazen vessels beat twinkling around Oh! the baleful yew tree grows, and the red crab blushes And the spring unpurchased his dainties found. I have stood by and called a rose not a rose And from fairest creatures we desire increase. And like a cracked vial of spilt summer's milk These verses unexhausted, unreined did cease. O! An excellently formed sonnet I must say Say so too, or else I'll make you pay. --- Thursday, September 19, 2002 Do you remember, you and I When the autumn was in the sky We were playing hide and seek But I forgot my brother was home His ever-weary eyes & bitter gloom Smote horror in my heart. His lightning's fiery sling struck: "Get out" and "Shut up" O! How I hated him! He was no titan to dwarf me! I was a star-child of the earth To be hugged & to be free. --- Friday, September 20, 2002 Viol & flute & violin Sitting in the moonlight shade. All night long we prayed & fasted All night long we knelt & farted. Brother Patt said to Brother Peter "What ails thee man? Why so pale? It's enough that Christ has paid Keep your coins to yourself." Brother Peter only smiled & farted. Who could know he was singing in music? And sliding into strange secret hearts? No-one could ever know but He. Viol & flute & violin Sitting in the moonlight shade All night long we prayed & fasted All night long we knelt & farted.