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Lady Onogaro
April 18th, 2015, 09:33 AM
Hi,

I realized after Curtisvan's email that I had not shared with you any of my poems. Here is a link to a few poems from my book The Scholar's Daughter, available from Louisiana Literature Press and Amazon:

http://louisianapoetryproject.org/author/rogers/

Amazon link:

http://www.amazon.com/Scholars-Daughter-Denise-M-Rogers/dp/0945083025/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1429371268&sr=8-1&keywords=the+scholar%27s+daughter+rogers

Louisiana Literature Press:

http://www.louisianaliterature.org/pressstore.php

sharmon202
April 18th, 2015, 12:55 PM
Wow, what a talent, thanks so much for sharing.

carlc
April 18th, 2015, 03:16 PM
I want more!

Amazon (US) won't ship to me in the UK and I can't find the shipping costs on the Louisiana Press website (just instructions on how to pay for the book).

Any ideas as to the shipping costs from the Press?

By the way apologies if I've missed the information on the Press site - I'm surfing the interweb on an iPod.

ETA: Sorted - I found the bit that says all prices include shipping - I presume that includes international. Now got a long wait...

dr.grace
April 18th, 2015, 05:42 PM
Beautiful and very moving.

Lady Onogaro
April 18th, 2015, 05:49 PM
Thank you all so much for your encouraging comments and replies.

Here's a poem published in Sliver of Stone (an online magazine): http://sliverofstonemagazine.com/denise-rogers/

Here's one that appeared in Glass (an online magazine): http://www.glass-poetry.com/volume-six/issue-one/gen/rogers-reading.html

I also have some poems featured in Word River (you can see a digital copy of the magazine here): http://digitalscholarship.unlv.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1001&context=word_river

J H S
April 19th, 2015, 11:34 AM
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fine writing!

Thank you for sharing it.

Jim
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Laura N
April 19th, 2015, 01:09 PM
What wonderful work. Thank you for the links.

Empty_of_Clouds
April 23rd, 2015, 01:52 AM
Fabulous stuff! Definitely will be keeping an eye out for more :)

Once, many hundreds of years ago, when I was but an inexperienced youth - not much different now, just older - I had a go a writing a poem. It was a challenge from a colleague who was bemoaning the apparent dearth of good poetry in the various local competitions. His challenge was for me to write something just as bad and hand it in as a 'serious' entry. Well, I tried, I really did. In the end I realised that the trying was stifling my natural mediocrity and so I simply let it all flow out. So bear that in mind when you read - if you dare (don't say I didn't warn you) - the following monstrosity which I present in public for the last time before putting all copies to the torch and purging all files. Thus: (I can't stop laughing having read this again for the first time in centuries)


Red cape in the sunset

flutters, swirls and sweeps the crushing
heat aside. Dry lips licked to moistness, all eyes upon the
dark portal, the door that mattered
save one: white clad, lips a smear of painted blood, hair a midnight river
and smouldering gaze that lingers longingly on that other.
The one the only other, aloof amid the dancing waves of fear, of dust, metallic
tang of sand reddening the sockets, itching, maddening.
Then plays a throbbing beat
bodies sway, rhythmic to the stamp of unseen
feet. A sunset serenade

the gate thrown wide, black power looming behemoth, the drum of
thunder heard not in the ears, by the heart held fast between
clenched teeth. And he proudly lifts embroidered arms, conducts a
bellowed orchestration, great horns of brass glint cruelly in the
fading rays, echo dying light. Lean forward!
fill the nostril with heady scents of fear and death.

Pass once, and pass again,
Stop
and touch in tableau mort
then pass again, scuff the sand, drag
step
twostepsbangtheheels and raise the forge-heat dust to fly.

From out the fading blue a shaft of light, a blade of sun aflame,
descend and, strike! Red cape in the sunset

murmurs from the beaks of eye-bright crows, and in this
carrion host she sits, lips parted, whispering his name.
And still the power of darkness
stalks the halls, still the cape conducts affairs, though now the tempo
thrills and thrums, caroms across the multitude, thrown back by a thousand
down thrust feet, clapping hands, air heavy,
musky with the exhalation of a thousand indrawn breaths released. Oil, pomade,
the acrid stench of cheap second-hand red wine flares the senses wide.

He sees her, outlined against the humdrum flock, and to his brow his hand is
raised, a mock salute and gaze that speaks of many nights abed
but not asleep, souls entwined in sweaty sheen on rumpled sheets.
And on this gesture pirouettes, turns and struts away to where the
darkness lies in painful wait, whilst she, her heart a
bird flung hard against its cage, sits drawn as if his lips had brought her to
ecstatic stage.

defiant!
bejewelled to daze the starry skies, to dim the eyes that
burn with hellish fires. Quiet! Stay quiet!
For here begins the dance of death.

Slowly
slowly wheel and prance,
cast cape before then back on high,
invite his majesty to enter, in truth the pair shall meet in dance,
of black and scarlet.

His steps are high, of Viennese stock,
sequins glitter in the crimson light, a flash of
rainbow bright, beguile his partner in this last minuet.
And over all, no sound save the soft rasp of ichor-laden sand, the
whisper of his cloak, the
hellish snort and pant. Closer, and

closer still, until it seems that both will join in fused relief. Then back he steps and
blade held high, looks long into his
partners eyes, who, at the last, resigned upon a fitting end, bows his head, accepts the sweep of
Death’s fine scythe and sinks on to his knees in
benedict. Red cape in the sunset

never to rise again, and turning to the gallery deep he hunts his love,
the maid of virgin snow and moonlit locks, whose breast
so well suffused with hues of days-end sun sits

silent now

Her hands hold firm the fine bone handle of the knife.

Scrawler
April 24th, 2015, 09:55 AM
I like poetry. I dare not publish mine, because I am limited to rather naughty limericks.

Lady Onogaro
April 24th, 2015, 11:26 AM
I like poetry. I dare not publish mine, because I am limited to rather naughty limericks.

But you would be in the company of the greats! http://mentalfloss.com/article/51028/11-poets-who-wrote-dirty-verse

Cob
April 24th, 2015, 11:38 AM
The Widowed Upholsterer really hit me hard.

Excellent.

Cob

Scrawler
April 24th, 2015, 11:52 AM
I like poetry. I dare not publish mine, because I am limited to rather naughty limericks.

But you would be in the company of the greats! http://mentalfloss.com/article/51028/11-poets-who-wrote-dirty-verse

I go for innuendo rather than outright dirty, but some people could be offended. I did submit about 100 of them to an FPGeeks competition once in hopes of winning a TWSBI.

A priest has a vow of discretion
So I inquired during confession
who're better to please
when down on their knees
yours or an older profession?

Empty_of_Clouds
April 24th, 2015, 02:29 PM
Ah, limericks, A personal favourite smutty limerick with no real subtlety:

While Titian was mixing rose madder,
His model posed nude on the ladder.
Her position to Titian
Suggest coition
So he climbed up the ladder and had her.

Scrawler
April 24th, 2015, 03:21 PM
Ah, limericks, A personal favourite smutty limerick with no real subtlety:

While Titian was mixing rose madder,
His model posed nude on the ladder.
Her position to Titian
Suggest coition
So he climbed up the ladder and had her.

Ah you write them too. Maybe we need a Limerick thread. I have written many hundreds of them.

Empty_of_Clouds
April 24th, 2015, 05:33 PM
Er, no. I didn't write that, it's just my favourite reason. I guess I'm just low-brow.

Scrawler
April 24th, 2015, 06:51 PM
Er, no. I didn't write that, it's just my favourite reason. I guess I'm just low-brow.

Cryptos posted a verse quite crude
with salacious imagery imbued
not from his own pen
but repeated again
from anonymous sources rude

Empty_of_Clouds
April 24th, 2015, 11:26 PM
:pound:


Very nice!

carlc
May 1st, 2015, 01:40 PM
My copy of The Scholar's Daughter arrived today.

I shall be sipping the poetry like a good whisky for the next couple of weeks.

Lady Onogaro
May 1st, 2015, 03:21 PM
My copy of The Scholar's Daughter arrived today.

I shall be sipping the poetry like a good whisky for the next couple of weeks.

CarlC,

I hope you enjoy it. I'm glad you liked the samples well enough to step into the book. :)

I am hoping that the summer break is fruitful. I haven't had a lot of time to write, revise, write, revise, etc. for a while.

carlc
May 1st, 2015, 03:28 PM
My problem is I'm a greedy reader and when faced with poetry I have to make myself slow down.

Based on the samples I will definitely enjoy the book!