Ode to @ October 10, 2009
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oh petit escargot
long have the french forsaken you
but your popularity rises
slowly like la lumaca
winding through italian emails
pouncing, spirited cat’s tail
frolicking over Finnish technology
delicious little cinnamon bun
whose swedes take more
than their fair share
playful klammeraffe
rounding your way across germany
here, though, you are all the rage
twittering through american households
hanging among senders and domains
long after business hours have ended
yet why then must your name be so plain
among a country who adores you?
A Strategic Plan to Poetry Writing June 13, 2009
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first, one must come on out
with an outcome
that has no where
to go but very quickly
does so
but this is intangible
and nothing really
if there is no passion
in the poet’s soul
then there is nowhere to go
but benchmarks are important
because they’re quantitative
documentation that you’re
sharing a sensation
accomplishing something
and getting nothing
in return, sometimes
not even making sense
or cents for your pocketbook
but never neglect to look
for somewhere to start
a bass line
can give inspiration
for a baseline
so speak it loud and clear
and let it be poetry you hear
when the world speaks
in her many manifestations
how does one measure
success and results
is it skills knowledge
recognition emotion
tactics and strategies
increased responsibilities?
just compile then compose
because poems are nothing
without reflection, values,
life’s pleasures or woes
let these be the stories told
Trains or Trainwreck July 26, 2008
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My brain rambles like a train collecting words along the way,
like passengers at inspirational stops throughout the day
the train clanks, rolling along the rails with its hum
sometimes creating nothing more than conundrum
but sooner or later the passengers disembark
and come together to create a spark:
their hustle and bustle settles into form
sometimes pleasing, sometimes a scorn
i try to gather them in an orderly fashion
and reign them in with well-written passion
the fervor intense, the message sincere
often misty with allegory and sometimes quite clear
they gather together along the blank platform
and settle gently and calmly before the storm
of editing and shifting that surely will come
until to the conductor’s will they finally succumb
and this often is how my mind’s poetry is created,
rolling like a train collecting passengers yet to be stated
© Telly McGaha
Muse July 21, 2008
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i shall sing
you shall write
of a maid
in a plight,
none shall know
the end tonight
Birth of a Poem, Unedited July 21, 2008
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you tear from me eagerly
a child breaking lose to walk free,
some precisely hurled circus knife
and i struggle with the strife
of protecting and molding you from the things that be,
like critics, consternation and literary theory
but born already, i can only try
to take your independence in stride
because you are eager to reach the page
as if your mother were a muse
and your father a sage
but no, i am only a cage
against whose bars you incessantly rage
to be free and to fly onto the stage
this time i will neither nurture nor care
what you look like when i see you there
and watch others dissect your every word
the cage door is agape, and gone is the bird.
