One of My Favorite Poems
Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”
Book Review: Voice of the Wind-Poems by TSM
“The silent howl it gives, You think it is just a breeze, You ignore the wind” – TSM
Voice of the Wind is by a mysterious poet who goes by the name of TSM. His collection of poetry reflects on various themes like life, emotions, secrets, passion, love, and nature.
After the intro, Voice of the Wind into several sections The Listening, The Telling, The Poetry, and The Dialogue.
“I have never seen/So many colors/In one place/You are a living canvas/Such artistry”
“There is something/About her/That isn’t/Like the others/She is poetry”
“I don’t know how she does it/But she can hold even the sun/In her hands”
“The freckles/On her skin/Are like starlights/In the night/Those glitters/Must have been/Poured there by God”
“I believe that anyone who has been/Blessed with the gift of language/ Has been/Blessed with the gift of poetry/Either to read, write or recite/No gift is greater than the other.
Voice of the Wind can be read from beginning to end or in piecemeal. Everyone who reads Voice of the Wind Will likely connection with these poems. TSM’s poetry is thought-provoking and heartfelt. Voice of the Rain is a great way to celebrate National Poetry Month.
Retro Review: The Poetry of Dorothy Parker
“I was just a little Jewish girl trying to be cute.”—Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker was probably one of the sharpest, wittiest women of the 20th century. She wrote everything from screenplays to short stories to literary criticism for 
publications like Vanity Fair, Vogue, Life, and the New Yorker. But as April draws to a close, I want to concentrate on Dorothy Parker’s poetry.
Parker sold her first poem to Vanity Fair in 1914. Even after she honed her writing talents on other projects, she never stopped writing poems. She published several tomes of her poetry, and I was fortunate to find a couple books featuring her poems at my local library, Enough Rope and The Collected Poetry of Dorothy Parker. Even though most of these poems were written nearly a century ago, they still hold up today and are relatable to modern audiences. 
Like so many ladies, Parker was often bewildered when it came to romance and relationships. And she summed up this bewilderment in this brief and perfectly stated poem:
Unfortunate Coincidence
By the time you swear you’re his
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying—
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
Only a few short lines, but says so much. Unfortunate Coincidence is both timeless and timely. In fact, while reading Parker’s poetry I couldn’t help think how well she would have done on social media, using Twitter, Instagram and Facebook to post her poems to a global audience.
Among her other love-based poetry, I also love the following pieces of perfectly posed pithy poems:
General Review of the Sex Situation
Woman wants monogamy;
Man delights in novelty.
Love is woman’s moon and sun;
Man has other forms of fun.
Woman lives but in her lord;
Count to ten, and man is bored.
With this gist and sum of it,
What earthly good can come of it?
Pictures in the Smoke
Oh, gallant was the first love, and glittering and fine;
The second love was water, in a clear white cup;
The love was his, and the fourth was mine;
And after that, I always get them mixed up.
Men
They hail you as their morning star
Because you are the way you are.
If you return the sentiment,
They’ll try to make your different;
And once they have you, safe and sound,
They’ll want to change you all around.
Your moods and woods they put a cure on;
They’d make of you another person.
They cannot let you go your gait;
They influence and educate.
They’d alter all that they admired.
They make me sick, they make me tired.
And the following poem reminds me of past suitors who always treated my writing as a “cute little hobby.” Somehow my feelings are more artfully stated in Parker’s poem Fighting Words than a profane response like, “Fuck you.”
Fighting Words
Say my love is easy had
Say I’m bitten raw with pride,
Say I’m too often sad—
Still behold me at your side.
Say I’m neither brave nor young,
Say I woo and coddle care,
Say the devil touched my tongue,—
Still you have my heart to wear.
But say my verses do not scan,
And I get me another man!
And then there are a lady’s platonic relationships, and she had a poem aimed at “frenemies” long before Carrie Bradshaw and Co. came up with the concept.
The Leal
The friends I made have slipped and strayed,
And who’s the one that cares?
A trifling lot and best forgot—
And that’s my tale and, and theirs.
Then if my friendships break and bend,
There’s little need to cry T
he while I know that every foe
Is faithful till I die.
And what about America’s preoccupation with self-reflection and self-help? Why, yes. Parker wrote a poem those things, too.
Inventory
Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and foe.
Four be the things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.
But eventually the concepts of love, friendship, the power of written verses, and a maddening fixation with oneself grows tiresome. What else is there? Why, fashion, of course! And Parker knew the charms fabulous frock.
The Satin Dress
Needle, needle, dip and dart,
Thrusting up and down,
Where’s the man could ease a heart
Like a satin gown?
See the stitches curve and crawl
Round the cunning seams—
Patterns thin and sweet and small
As a lady’s dreams.
Wantons go in bright brocade;
Brides in organdie;
Gingham’s for the plighted maid;
Satin’s for the free!
Wool’s to line a miser’s chest;
Crepe’s to calm the old;
Velvet hides an empty breast
Satin’s for the bold!
Lawn is for a bishop’s yoke;
Linen’s for a nun;
Satin is for wiser folk—
Would the dress were done!
Satin glows in candlelight—
Satin’s for the proud!
They will say who watch at night,
“What a fine shroud!”
Sadly, Parker’s finely-honed wit and vast writing talent thinly veiled her struggles with depression, drinking, divorce, not to mention career woes and a lack of self-esteem, which made her very dismissive of both her talents and accomplishments. Yet, somehow she was able to find a humor in the gallows, and commented suicidal thoughts in one of her most notable poems, Résumé.
Résumé
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
Dorothy Parker died nearly forgotten in 1967, but became legendary and an icon to anybody who appreciates salty good humor with mad writing skills. She is a true icon and inspiration to ladies of letters, including this one. Of Parker’s work The Nation described it as “caked with a salty humor, rough with splinters of disillusion, and tarred with a bright black authenticity”. Dorothy Parker, you were so much more than a “little Jewish girl trying to be cute.” You are a heroine to every girl and women who bravely picked up pen and paper and put thoughts into words.
Book Marks: April is National Poetry Month
Poet Laureate Juan Felipe Herrera kick starts a crowd sourced poem to define America’s voice.
Writers of color share their favorite poems.
Lovely man Chris Hemsworth reads a Rihanna song as “poetry” and it is pretty brilliant and funny. Somewhere Cole Porter is crying over these so-called lyrics.
Hospice volunteer uses poetry as an act of service.
How nursery rhymes influenced some of our favorite poets and us.
Poetry books for young readers (and those who are young at heart).
Thirty ways to celebrate National Poetry Month.
Writers’ quotes on poetry will inspire a love of poetry in many of us.
Women from all over the world to compete in a major poetry slam.
Poets and Writers magazine is a great source for poets off all kinds!
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