Tag Archives: Poetry

100 Words, 100 Days: Day 79. On Poetry.

The Waterboys: An Appointment with Mr Yeats

I’m not as well up on poetry as I should be. If I’m to be any sort of writer, I should appreciate all forms, right? Perhaps – but not always. When it comes to poetry, I do know what I like. Ireland is renowned for its poets: the most famous, in my mind at least, is William Butler (WB) Yeats.

When I heard that a favourite musical group of mine, The Waterboys, had recorded an album set to Yeats’ lyrics, I had to have it. So I downloaded it from iTunes and I have to tell you: it’s wonderful.

Get it.

Haiku of the Day: Mantras

I nailed it down hard.

It will struggle nevermore.

My Muse will stay put.

As I Mature…

Thanks, Mark!

Shel Silverstein: Danny O’Dare

I never heard of Shel Silverstein until quite recently. In fact, I never read much poetry until quite recently, too. I have found, though, that I like my poetry the way I like my prose: fast-moving, not too ornate, but with enough imagery and action to make me want more.

A perfect example of what I do like is this poem by Silverstein. It’s called Danny O’Dare. I love the way it dashes along.

Read it and enjoy.

Danny O'Dare, the dancin' bear,
Ran away from the County Fair,
Ran right up to my back stair
And thought he'd do some dancin' there.
He started jumpin' and skippin' and kickin',
He did a dance called the Funky Chicken,
He did the Polka, he did the Twist,
He bent himself into a pretzel like this.
He did the Dog and the Jitterbug,
He did the Jerk and the Bunny Hug.
He did the Waltz and the Boogaloo,
He did the Hokey-Pokey too.
He did the Bop and the Mashed Potata,
He did the Split and the See Ya Later.
And now he's down upon one knee,
Bowin' oh so charmingly,
And winkin' and smilin'--it's easy to see
Danny O'Dare wants to dance with me.