My Rhyming Poetry Scroll

By Eden W. E. Thrower

My Rhyming Poetry Scroll,

from start to finish as it does unroll,

shows my poems in their variety,

all in order chronologically,

from when I was age twenty-seven to about sixty,

from days of mental stability

through bipolarism (manic-depression)

back to mental stability.

I hope on you it makes a good impression.

My poems run from being serious

to being lighthearted and humorous.

They reveal most of my thinking

through years of experience and reading.

I've written about what's bad or quite great,

things important to my heart, soul and mind (pate).

I write about rhyme and its absence from today's verse,

and write about bad psychiatrists who could not be worse.

Some poems are couplets, one's an hour long,

but all are in rhyme, and some approach song.

My scroll shows my development, from where I was to where I went,

my life's sweetness and bitterness, my strength and feebleness,

my simplicity and complexity, my criticism and whimsy,

my sarcasm and sympathy, my opinion and philosophy,

my love and my hate, culminating in what I have written of late.

In my scroll you will find my joy, sadness, thankfulness, ire,

and as I write here now, I hope you like my work, entire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Aug 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781662447273

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My Rhyming Poetry Scroll

Eden W. E. Thrower

406 Titsworth Court

Aurora, Illinois 60505

[phone]

Copyright © 2022 Eden W. E. Thrower

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING

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First originally published by Page Publishing 2022

ISBN 978-1-6624-4725-9 (pbk)

ISBN 978-1-6624-4728-0 (hc)

ISBN 978-1-6624-4727-3 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

With Love for My Father

O, Muse

Descent

The Furies

In Search Of

Tyrant

The Cock and the Pearl

Tug-of-War

Gun Fun

In a Canoe

For Sophia

D.O.T. Man

Masters of Humanity

Choose Love

Elamite Archer in Brick Bas Relief

When Asked by God

Minoan Statuette

Round Mesopotamian Shield

An Oddity About Shakespeare

First Love

On Sheila and John

My Thoughts

For Diodorus of Sicily

For Herodotus

With Love for Terri

Anis al-Jalis

Flee, Flee, Nur al-Din Ali

River Nile

Island of Delos

For Kitty and José Menendez

To Mrs. Richard F. Burton

Echoing Egypt

Sinuhe

Prisoner of War

Confidentially

A True Faith Mission This Thanksgiving Day

On the Joy of Creativity

Thanks to Kind-Hearted John Dunerd

Now Gone

For Thomas Young

Had I Been

For Jeannie

A Think Spot

I, Too

Bland!

Lightning In My Head

Care in Speech

James B. Pritchard's ANEP

Otto the Third

A Wizard Blizzard

The Golden Age

Horns of a Markhor Goat

Hephaestus

Pelops

A King Hammurabi Policy

Death for Theft

Beaudelaire Portrait

On the Burning of Brook Farm

William J. Bryan

In the Breeze

For Shirley Norman

For Dale Hall

December 2003 to March 2006

Cicero Speaking

Marie Antoinette

Lie Versus Lay

A Buck and a Doe

Sunspot On My Wall

To Charles the First

To Henry Clay

O, Fortune

In Memory of Cicero

Ramses the Second

For Mister Thomas Paine

Odysseus On the Phaeacia Shore

Jupiter and Thetis

On Could Care Less

Pro and Con

Thank God

Zeno of Elea

Bird

On The Tale of the Trader and the Jinni

Reading and Writing in the Night

For Mister Hubert Falkowski

To Kant

For Will and Ariel Durant

For Sue Kovacs

For John Locke

For Aristotle

To Intellectual Snobs Writing Poetry

To Bad Psychiatrists

For Ovid

To Walt Whitman

On John Milton's Blindness

On Copernicus and Galileo

Hey!

For Erasmus

For Pelagius

Original Sin

Hero and Leander

Occasionally

I Wonder

Best Line About Hope

Shallow

For A. T. Murray

How to Write a Rhyming Poem

Captain Ahab

For John Milton

For Bob Dylan

For Daniel Defoe

Dead!

I'm a Wight!

Watching a Big Bird Glide

A Hit!

Limberocity

Oh, Boy

The Ages of Man

I Live Happily Alone

Fluphenazine

Lines Inspired by Christopher Marlowe

Lines Inspired by William Shakespeare

On The Fabulous Flight

On Anne's Query

Lines Inspired by John Keats

For Sir Richard F. Burton

A Daydream

A Couplet Inspired by Ben Jonson

For a Biochemist I Do Not Know

Destiny

A Variation On The Douglas Tragedy

Miss

Hearken My Heart

In These Pleasant Nights

For My Doctor

Is There?

Five Hundred Five

Blank Verse Lovers

You

To Myself

To Critics of All Kinds

Tap Dancer Whimsy

My Aphrodisiac

Go and Squint!

Blank Verse Mister

When Insanity

My Journey

On Rhyme

Please

Tweetless!

No Ding-a-Ling

Joy and Sadness

As Scary As

A Wish

As Onward I Stride

Lit Crit Twit Is Coming to Town!

Cherish

Rhyme

My Bookshelves

Since My Youth

None Better There Be

Keeping Rust From My Mind's Wheels

I'm Not Sure What's Worst

My Effort at Creation

As I Reflect

My Life Resembles a Sine Wave

With Flu Helping Me

With You, Blank Verse Man

Having On Creative Rhyme Set My Course

The Way I Wend

Sad Rhyme's Heart

With Thoughts On Helpers

That Rhyme Is Weak

Happy

My Thoughts I Let Skate

As My Mind Floats Downriver

Bad Docs

O!

In My Worst Bad Days

With Doc and Flu

On Rhyme My Mind Surfs

Reflections This January Day

Night

I'm Bipolar

Rhyme, To Me

After Final Supper

No Daily Drill

O'er Thought Fences

I Never Know

That Rhyme's Multiple Lights

I've Long Not Been

These Days Most Pleasant

I Hope That

This Bad Docs' Victim

The Current Lit State

Being Happily Spastic

Having Seen Dad

When I Was Manic

A Most Happy Day

A Very Beautiful Thing

What I Hope For This Eve

I Ne'er Say

My Whole Life

To Milton and Whitman

I'm a Bird On Wing!

No Meter Whatsoever

Sliding Phrase Components

Every Line Must Be

A Deeply Deeply Sad Day

This Thanksgiving Day

By Me On a Bench

To Blank Verse Writer Who Is a Rhyme Hater

My New Trees

My New Flowers

Rhyme Can

My Generous Neighbors

Popper Whimsy

My Peaceful Neighborhood

Bright Delight

It Feels So Good

My Modest Home

Some Thoughts On My Life

Folks, As I, Say

Age One to Sixty-One

Beowulf

1st Letter to My Sister Anne

The King and the Knight

Gone's the Beast

Thus Far

2nd Letter to My Sister Anne

3rd Letter to My Sister Anne

4th Letter to My Sister Anne

5th Letter to My Sister Anne

6th Letter to My Sister Anne

7th Letter to My Sister Anne

8th Letter to My Sister Anne

Death of Roland

9th Letter to My Sister Anne

Thoughts On Alternate Rhyme

Thanks

My Ballot

Paternal Trait

On My Medicine Fluphenazine

My Literature List

Poof!

10th Letter to My Sister Anne

Scorched

My Ballad

Nude

In Triplicate

My Thinking

Reverse or Idle

Anger and Joy

Goose and Gander

Enchel

Ball of Thought

Conundrum

O, Joy!

Grab It While It's Hot

Debate

A Pleasant Daydream

11th Letter to My Sister Anne

Desk and Chair

Spirit

Motto

14th Letter to My Sister Anne

15th Letter to My Sister Anne

16th Letter to My Sister Anne

Auction Song

17th Letter to My Sister Anne

18th Letter to My Sister Anne

For My Reader

About the Author

For

J. Richard Gallagher, M.D.

my great psychiatrist

and

For

the people of

Merriam-Webster, Incorporated

makers of my three fine dictionaries

Give it a look! Buy my book!

35 years of effort it took!

To you I'm pleading! Give it a reading!

As for dough, not much will you be needing!

Buy it for yourself! Buy it for a friend!

I'm sure you'll enjoy it, to the very end!

Thank you very much.

With kind regards,

Eden W. E. Thrower

With Love for My Father

Wendell B. Thrower

At Badham House lay my grandfather,

at Bonny Rest [cemetery] his son.

In silent darkness we were two,

grandfather and grandson.

Opposites we were across a void,

once filled by Dad when he was alive.

Grandpa lay as I spoke in a world on its head,

the son in the grave, the father abed.

Then as I stood near and gave him my ear,

his voice burst forth, like a boom in the room,

What's that you said? He's buried and gone?

Then in grief, with strained breath,

I'm comin' on, Wen! I'm comin' on!

May 13th 1987

O, Muse

O, Muse, all I need are two words good and fat

to scramble like mice past the ears of a cat!

Unaware vain vacuity [emptiness] is my only vice,

roused to the chase of the mice so nice,

with paw through the mousehole will the cat reach

for those wonderful words, that magnificent speech,

that I in my poetry sing not at all,

despite what the cat fancies it hears through the wall.

Although unable to hook with a claw

the elusive, delectable mice the cat saw,

with praise undeserved soon this poet anew

will it lead to the table where sit but a few.

So, thank you, cat, and be not appalled,

I'm a dim-witted idiot, genius so-called!

March 1st 1999

Descent

Inspired by Voltaire Who Wrote

"I want to know what were the steps by which

men passed from barbarism to civilization."

I want to know the steps by which we came to be uncivilized,

how craftsmanship and courtesy have come to be anathematized, [intensely disliked]

why naught but self-aggrandizement can stir some hearts well-cauterized, [made insensible]

why dignified humanity is blown to bits and terrorized.

How came we to this age wherein mankind itself is jeopardized?

How came some to intolerance, to hold their fellowman despised?

Whose darkened mind possessed his soul

to make our bookshelves sanitized? [cleansed of offensive matter]

Was he the same who led dear youth into a darkness televised?

How did five hundred five come to be four digits rationalized? [argued to be reasonable]

And are we not ashamed to toss into the grave un-eulogized [not spoken of with high praise]

the ancient classic writing of men who now go unrecognized?

Where came the craze for things and size and anything industrialized?

This Rome of latter-day swells more than the one imperialized.

Constructioneers ahold the helm cry Ramming speed! uncompromised,

salivating with eyes affixed age-old buildings yes! yes! demised. [dead]

March 19th 1999

The Furies

Made from the blood of castrated Uranus,

we bring living nightmares, the three of us,

to anyone who has been murderous,

and too to those who've been perjurious.

April 10th 2000

In Search Of

I'd like to meet a literary kind of gal

who thinks she might like a new reading pal.

Forty-one, lean, fit, six-foot, I sleep late,

brown eyes and hair, if you would like, let's date!

February 2nd 2001

Tyrant

Inspired by The Wolf and the Lamb

An Aesop Fable

That one's cute puppy watered a hydrant,

is excuse enough for any tyrant

to lock one up and then sup on one's pup.

An egomaniac will raise his cup

but to himself. When he does, giddy-up!

August 6th 2001

The Cock and the Pearl

A Variation On

An Aesop Fable

Maidens made countesses by counts or earls

might cherish more than love a peck [large number] of pearls,

but if maidens were hens and counts were cocks

shiny pearls would remain among sea rocks,

and love would compete with barleycorn shocks. [piles of sheaves of grain]

August 7th 2001

Tug-of-War

Tug-of-war! Tug-of-war!

Who will win the Christian tug-of-war?

Baptists! Baptists!

Adult baptism is the way!

Church of Christ! Church of Christ!

Church of Christ, hooray!

Seventh-Day Adventists! Adventists!

Saturday is the day!

Jehovah's witnesses! Witnesses!

Throw your steeple away!

Snake handlers! Snake handlers!

Grab some snakes and pray!

Eschatologists! Eschatologists!

It's coming! It's coming! Doomsday!

Catholics! Catholics!

Confession is the way!

Episcopalians! Episcopalians!

Homo marriage is okay!

The Amish! The Amish!

Trot to yesterday!

In any language, your favorite language,

let me hear you say,

"We know God best! Give us your ear!

Por favor! Olé!"

June 26th 2002

Gun Fun

On the Shooting of People

by a Sniper and His Son

October 2nd–22nd 2002

Like to shoot? Love to hate?

Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Don't wait!

Blood you'll find indelible, killing unforgettable!

You with your gun can know anyone's fate!

Yippee-ki-yay! Yee-haw! Don't wait!

Ride a bullet inescapable to a thrill that's indescribable!

Pick a vital. Take aim straight.

Now, squeeze the trigger. Blast away and say, Yea!

Kill a man or make him a vegetable.

Either way you'll feel incredible!

Each kill is so enjoyable, it makes all scorn ignorable!

Guns for all! It ain't too late!

We all gotta go somehow! No debate!

God is good. Guns are great!

The NRA wants you! Don't wait!

October 22nd 2002

In a Canoe

To float River Harlem in a canoe,

the Hudson to East River, right on through,

is wacky, I know, and possibly mad,

yet an adventure I hope to have had!

November 5th 2002

For Sophia

Daughter of Greg and Melissa

Born April 11th 2003

Sophia Antonia Vaccaro,

you today brought joy, ending the sorrow

of the sad refrain Let's try tomorrow.

When on your parents smiled Aphrodite,

Greg's and Melissa's dear gift came to be.

When on your parents Aphrodite smiled,

Greg and Melissa had you, their first child.

April 11th 2003

D.O.T. Man

This poem is about Department of Transportation officers

who inspect trucks and drivers' paperwork.

D.O.T. man is waiting for you!

D.O.T. man knows exactly what you do!

D.O.T. man is gonna make you blue!

He knows that you're working ninety!

He knows that your log's a fake!

He knows that it's been months or years

since you've even checked one brake!

D.O.T. man is coming to town!

D.O.T. man is gonna make you frown!

D.O.T. man is gonna shut you down!

July 1st 2003

Masters of Humanity

Masters of fine arts, masters of writing,

masters of inspiring and