The Inspiration for "Homer" and Pindar

Sunset on the Ionian Sea

A Silly Poem

Mr. Pringles Cheddarcheese

                                                dances light

                                                And knocks his knees.

                                                Mr. Pringles Cheddarcheese,

                                                I have to sneeze—

                                                Pass the Kleenex

                                                If you please

                                                And say “goodnight”

                                                To Louis and Louise.

"Weird Al" Yankovic - Word Crimes

Susana Baca - De Los Amores

Georgia on My Mind

The gray day

                                    And the red clay

                                    Of Georgia’s dust tracks

                                    Of mind and memory

                                    Haunt

                                    me at 3 a.m.

                                    Ghosts walk

                                    til dawn

                                    drawn by the

                                    darkness and

                                    rain.

 

                                    Fallen path of lost

                                    Love and lust:

                                    Mary the tall girl

with liquid eyes;

                                    Belinda the tiny

                                    Redbone*

                                    With a sandy afro;

                                    And Brenda

                                    With smooth ebony skin—

                                    Of years and yore—

                                    All gone

                                    Like the red clay

                                    Washed over the road…gone.

 

 

 

*Redbone: a high yellow girl; a mulatto or quadroon.

 

                                    © David L. Cooper

Bars Flight

 

                                                            A Caged bird

                                                            cannot fly.

                                                            Like Dunbar,

                                                            I spread my wings

                                                            & try,

                                                            but a caged bird

                                                            Cannot fly.

                                                            I long to soar

                                                            & touch the sky

                                                            but a caged bird

                                                            cannot fly.

                                                            Bound by race

                                                            And region,

                                                            Pain and poverty….

                                                            yet I try,

                                                            but neither

                                                            a caged bird

                                                            nor I can fly.

The sun setting on the Ionian Sea.