Rob Angeli
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sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt
There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.
-Virgil Aeneid I.462
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DE AMICITIA: A Friendship Sonnet
In response to Mike Singleton's Sonnet Challenge "Write a Sonnet or Villanelle about Friendship" in the Vocal Social Society Group on Facebook. Still figuring out some of this Facebook stuff, so I figured I'd post it on here, even if said challenge were over. I'd been working this one for a while, wanted to launch it.
By Rob Angeli9 months ago in Poets
#100 Things in 20 Minutes Thingy!
The importance of Navajo Code-Talkers in WWII A plethora of Pearls Reflecting thoughts Everyone will see me No that's ridiculous, no one will see me How did I get into this? There are not enough thoughts There are too many thoughts I would never eat dog-meat Supposedly, it has to be served with a lot of pepper and ginger Don't stop thinking Braintree's crazy whirlybirding Don't look down I'm afraid of heights The crumbling stone balustrades of the Cathedral of Chartres I'm more of a cat person, but that dog next door won't shut up I like dogs too That one next door is neglected The wife yells at the husband and the dog every day In much the same way It's really loud They go to work and leave the dog locked up It yelps and barks, longing for company Something else is a thought A memo book with a black cover A coffee mug That says it all Coyotes ate Martha Stewart's peacocks Six peacocks? Not all of them. Peacock was considered a delicacy in the Renaissance And Middle Ages It is lean and needs added fat It is served with a sauce made of ginger and verjuice Thickened with breadcrumbs I would definitely try peacock Coyote Urine can be purchased on Amazon If Martha Stewart had used Coyote Urine to mark her territory, her peacocks would be alive today. Coyote urine will keep Coyotes from your property. Not even half way I'm not gonna make it Think something deep A well With a hand coming out of it Mary Stuart is not Martha Stewart Mary Stuart lost many battles, because she had the wrong support What was Martha Stewart arrested for? Julia Child kicks Martha's ass I don't think Julia Child was ever arrested Am I hungry? Are you hungry? So many books, so little time. What's the next read? On here? On paper? Gotta go work at The Store in 2 hours Won't be home til 11 Oh the long hours I hope it's busy, time will fly I hope it's not busy, then I can cogitate I won't make it to 100, but I will try Dammit That dog again Maybe I would try dog meat 5 minutes Where is Love Is that a song? Wish there were live peacocks at work Would that make it better? We could train them to help customers Make wine recommendations I want to go for a walk I am not a dog Or am I? Dog spelt backwards is God. Dogbody Joyce makes a deal of that in Ulysses Quoth the Raven Nevermore Getting close now I will be near the goal at least Goats can climb trees They are really known to do that Where is my coffee? Should I really drink more? Why are goats associated with the devil? I know the answer to that. This is fun. I wish I had longer. To write and to live Sometimes I want shorter time is almost up so close yet so far away... Well That's a deep subject DING DING DING DING
By Rob Angeli10 months ago in Humor
- Top Story - July 2023
How Coyote Created the Milky-WayTop Story - July 2023
When the sky was only darkness, Black God (Haashch’eezhini) sat atop a lofty mesa, viewing a panorama of the void. His own face was empty, because he was the deity of fire, which consumes all. His eyes smoldered and he bore a crescent on his forehead.
By Rob Angeli10 months ago in Fiction
The Mead of Poetry [told vocally online]\\:
It had started with the bitter strife that once played out between the Aesir and the Vanir, holy beings of Tree and Sky and Water. When this cosmic strife ended, they enacted quite a bizarre form of Peace-Treaty to cement their union.
By Rob Angeli10 months ago in Fiction
Myth of the Archer and the Nightingale
There was once a certain Archer who, rather than bagging his preferred game of venison, captured a small bird in his net, named Philomela [Nightingale], and was going to kill her without a second thought; but the bird had been granted the gift of gab, and thus spoke out:
By Rob Angeli10 months ago in Fiction
- Top Story - July 2023