Poems from the Porch 22
For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose— Sylvia Plath
The Value of Poetry
Firstly, welcome to the porch. Old friends and new acquaintances are all welcome here. It's a place where we all sit back and relax to enjoy each others company as we share a few poems requested by our friends and colleagues.
I often wonder why poetry seems to be so undervalued in the world today, or so it seems to me. In days gone by, poets like Frost, Keats, Byron, Tennyson, Wordsworth, Shakespeare, Browning, Poe, Plath etc. etc. etc. were revered and cherished among the foremost writers of their time. The list is almost endless and I could go on and on.
Why have things changed so much in this day and age? Most poets seem to be treated or seen as second class writers, and I find that sad. Even here on HubPages, where I constantly read in forums that this isn't the place for poetry and creative writing (at least if we want to make money, or appear on the first page of a Google search.) I am sure there are others here like me whose first choice of reading is poetry and short fiction.
This series, for example, languishes on HubPages with no indication of being moved to Letterpile (not that this bothers me) except for the fact that edition 20 that was just one poem about PTSD and had a different title was moved. So, maybe HP just doesn't like to have a series on the niche sites.
Another worry is that most of the Poems From the Porch are now my lowest scoring hubs at just 60 despite all falling in the range of the preferred word count of stellar hubs, having additional information apart from just poems, callouts, videos etc.
Anyway, that's my rant for the week. I just wish poetry was given a little more value. If you are still here, after my whining, please sit back and enjoy the following poems.
"Most of us here will never get to visit your part of the world. There is so much to know. In your poem in honor and memory of my late wife, you told us about The Rock. I would like to know more about your world, so, yes, I'll request it, the obvious, a poem, please, about kangaroos."
It would be my pleasure, Chris. Here is a poem about kangaroos, just for you.
Kangaroos are just T-Rex deers.
Think about it.— Annonymous
There are many strange and wondrous beasts spread this whole world through,
But very few of them compare to Australia’s kangaroo.
Colloquially they’re just called roos. The males bucks, boomers, jacks,
While females are does, flyers, jills. The young just joeys, that’s a fact.
Collectively their name’s a mob, a troop, or sometimes court.
If you approach a big red buck you may feel rather short.
The largest marsupial in the world can grow two metres (6’7”) tall.
Red kangaroos are biggest, and wallabies quite small.
Like a giant rat/deer hybrid, a large vertebrate that bounds,
A macropod - that’s “large foot,” that rarely makes a sound.
When threatened it can balance upon its powerful tail
And strike out with its clawed hind feet, especially a big male.
A new-born joey is minuscule, being peanut sized at best.
It slowly climbs up to the pouch to find its mother’s breast.
In the pouch the young one stays until it’s grown enough
To venture out from time to time around the sixth month.
The symbol of Australia, on our coins and Coat of Arms,
Though they’re shot for meat, and leather hides, and to protect grazing land from harm.
It’s used in company logos, like Qantas’ flying kangaroo,
The Royal Australian Airforce, and our football team’s name too.
Before the recent drought and fires there was a booming roo population,
But now we have to wait and see the result of the destruction.
Native wildlife perished, in numbers still unknown
But the kangaroo is resilient so numbers soon should grow.
How did the kangaroo get its name? This is open to conjecture,
But perhaps the most amusing myth is the one I’ll share here with you:
In 1770 when Cook and Banks first saw the curious creature,
It’s said they asked, “What is it called?” of the local native people.
One member of the tribe replied with one word, “kanguru.”
But what his answer really meant was, “I do not understand you!”
"Hi Jodah, I didn't add my request in my comment below. I would like you to write a poem about how poetry brings together people from all walks of life, like this series! But if it's not appropriate, then you can write a funny poem about waiting. You can write both topics if you like!"
Well. Li-Jen, the first one was very appropriate, but I wrote both poems for you anyway. I hope you like them.
I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.— Maya Angelou
How Poetry Brings Together People From All Walks of Life
No matter where you live on Earth
Or what language you speak,
Australian, Indian, or Brit,
American, Chinese, Greek.
Each country has its poets
Who use the power of verse
To educate, inform, amuse,
For better or for worse.
They write about injustice,
Or the beauty all around,
Tributes to those deserving.
Their words may be profound.
No matter your profession,
Your status or your fame,
Poetry can span divides
And make us all the same.
Some poets may be popular,
Be well-known across the world,
A country’s Poet Laureate,
Or write books for boys and girls.
Others may be quite unknown,
Write for family and friends,
But their poems are cherished
By the audience it lends.
Poetry can touch you,
It can make you laugh or cry,
It can make you seethe with anger,
Or close your eyes and fly.
If everyone read poetry,
Each creed, religion, race,
The world could live in harmony,
It would be the ideal place.
Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite. Or waiting around for Friday night or waiting perhaps for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.— Dr Seuss
I Hate Waiting
I hate waiting - in a line.
My wife says, “Just relax. It’s fine.”
I hate waiting - for someone
To finish shopping - that’s not fun.
I hate waiting - to be paid,
There’s things I need - for weeks I’ve prayed.
I hate waiting - for a bus,
Being late for work - causes a fuss.
I hate waiting - to be served,
It makes me bored - gets on my nerves.
I hate waiting - at the dentist,
Why doesn’t he - hire an apprentice?
I hate waiting - for results.
If I fail - it’s not my fault.
I hate waiting - to be published.
It makes me think - my writing’s rubbish.
I hate waiting - exclamation #*@!!
“Stop complaining - just be patient!”
Coming Poetry Requests
Thank you for reading and I hope to see you back on the porch next week.
Upcoming poems have been requested by Shauna Bowling, Bill Holland, Linda Lum, and Audrey Hunt. Hopefully these will be in the next anthology.
Bye for now.
© 2020 John Hansen