"The ping the ca-ching is the thing of which I sing"
By Which to Entertain You
Growing up with Kipling and the hymns of my youth Growing up with Grandma and her absolute truth Growing up gothic in the library you know Those stormy Saturdays with Edgar Allan Poe So many reasons and so many seasons now That I just like that little chime of rhyme somehow
At the end of the line there waits that little ping That little ca-ching which I find satisfying Some might dismiss it as an unimportant thing But when handled gingerly and by the right hands It makes a spark which everybody understands And that ping is the thing which makes it poetry...
For me: thus I sing of the ping the spark I see Which makes it poetry for me and I will be A singer and a ringer of the chime of rhyme In the fall of my life as we fall after all A harmless way to leave my mark to light a spark The ping the ca-ching is the thing of which I sing
By which to entertain you as the night... grows... dark...
You're a genius with words, my friend. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace.
Regis
Reviewed by Jane Rodway (Reader)
Reviewed on October 15, 2005
I really liked how this started, feels like you are speaking to the reader directly, makes the words come more alive, not an impersonal thing that people won't get- liked this alot. Also, I love the gothic writers- i hate when people don't get that there is more to gothic than just a sub-culture- there is the artistic side that people seem to miss through being uninformed.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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Enjoyed this very much so0!!
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