Nat Lipstadt
Mar 10
Pradip
Dear Sir,
I can't keep
up with
your prolific, delighting,
creations
This must be
the third poem at least,
for and to you, I,
publicly address
the thought terrifying,
if you took a vacation,
and had really
some free time to write
I do believe man,
it's time for a unique,
reserved, deserved,
and as of yet,
unheard of
special,
Hello Pradip Section
on this site
for this is yet one more
in a streaming video poem,
of me acknowledging you,
Master of the Word,
Wright Templar,
Poet Extraordinaire,
Most Importantly,
Beloved Human,
whose vision sees the world
in ways that
I adore
S. suggests,
I
take a vaca
just to eat your words,
in the lazy, rushed fashion
they deserve
but tween us,
your secret kept,
your parrot and
street dog Hengloo
write
every other one,
cause no human could
thus excel,
without some help
of animal spirits
in between your beloved
Saturdays
Yours Devotedly,
An Exhausted and Admiring,
Nat Lipstadt
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nat Lipstadt
Sep 2, 2013
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Simple verses,
blessed be the uncomplex,
But the visions, the glimpses,
The sightings, in and out,
Are celestial of, in, and on and about
This planet shared.
I will walk with you to
Henry's Isle,
You, accompany me, on the beach,
We will together ford Crab Creek,
When the tide is low,
And afterwards,
Repair to The Poet's Nook,
Where a moss stained Adirondack chair
Awaits the Poet Prince,
Your poems carved into
It's soul, it's arms, it's back,
Giving comfort continuous.
This chai, this chair, this throne,
Reserved for the lyricist of our lives,
The shedder of light upon the special,
The seconds, that fete our senses.
I await you arrival.
Tender this serenade,
this overdue apology,
For having not thanked you properly
For your living kindness,
Yet my words, insufficient, compared to yours...
A special man, a simple homage.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Nat Lipstadt
Mar 10
Pradip
Dear Sir,
I can't keep
up with
your prolific, delighting,
creations
This must be
the third poem at least,
for and to you, I,
publicly address
the thought terrifying,
if you took a vacation,
and had really
some free time to write
I do believe man,
it's time for a unique,
reserved, deserved,
and as of yet,
unheard of
special,
Hello Pradip Section
on this site
for this is yet one more
in a streaming video poem,
of me acknowledging you,
Master of the Word,
Wright Templar,
Poet Extraordinaire,
Most Importantly,
Beloved Human,
whose vision sees the world
in ways that
I adore
S. suggests,
I
take a vaca
just to eat your words,
in the lazy, rushed fashion
they deserve
but tween us,
your secret kept,
your parrot and
street dog Hengloo
write
every other one,
cause no human could
thus excel,
without some help
of animal spirits
in between your beloved
Saturdays
Yours Devotedly,
An Exhausted and Admiring,
Nat Lipstadt
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nat Lipstadt
Sep 2, 2013
Pradip Chattopadhyay
Simple verses,
blessed be the uncomplex,
But the visions, the glimpses,
The sightings, in and out,
Are celestial of, in, and on and about
This planet shared.
I will walk with you to
Henry's Isle,
You, accompany me, on the beach,
We will together ford Crab Creek,
When the tide is low,
And afterwards,
Repair to The Poet's Nook,
Where a moss stained Adirondack chair
Awaits the Poet Prince,
Your poems carved into
It's soul, it's arms, it's back,
Giving comfort continuous.
This chai, this chair, this throne,
Reserved for the lyricist of our lives,
The shedder of light upon the special,
The seconds, that fete our senses.
I await you arrival.
Tender this serenade,
this overdue apology,
For having not thanked you properly
For your living kindness,
Yet my words, insufficient, compared to yours...
A special man, a simple homage.
Mazel Tov, my dearest comrade! Well done!
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