tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53176776749416078242024-03-13T12:04:58.515-04:00Patchwork PoetryPoetry for ChildrenUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-44239360213462331882011-05-11T10:16:00.002-04:002013-05-21T22:25:05.941-04:00Three Word Wednesday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="color: #444444;">"And the time came when the pain to remain tight in the bud became greater than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">Today, my creative juices were tweaked from <a href="http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/05/3ww-ccxl.html">Three Word Wednesday</a> ...Brandish...Forbid...Manage....three words which best describe my experience last night with my young son.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">Thunderstruck!</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Lost in the roll,</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">Brandished by forbidden fear.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #444444;">Manage to find peace</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;">In the place of the witness.</span><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-23410978656543654162011-05-08T08:27:00.003-04:002011-05-08T08:53:34.177-04:00Happy Mother's Day!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="color: #990000;"><strong>Biology is the least of what makes someone a mother. ~Oprah Winfrey</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #990000;"><span style="color: blue;">Look at that, it's been almost 2 years since my last post... I have started up again because I have missed writing my poetry, and I am now taking some time to do what I love. I have no special plan for this blog other than to weave my life through the poetry I write. I continue to heal as I parent my trauma ridden child....it is a daunting but fulfilling experience.<br />
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Today I am using the word prompt from</span> <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith</a> <span style="color: blue;">which is</span> <span style="color: orange;">LOCK </span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">clouds slide apart</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">freedom erupts as rays burst</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">unlocking the darkness</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Head on over and join in...everyone's welcome.<br /><br />Here's my contribution:<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>Puzzle pieces</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>placed upon</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong>nature's background.</strong></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-90402124485030821092009-04-28T08:05:00.003-04:002009-04-28T08:15:24.438-04:00One Single ImpressionThis week on <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">OSI</a> the prompt is <span style="color:#990000;">WORD</span>...a word close to my heart, as my husband is unable to use them at this point...so it brings many emotions and thoughts to mind...here is what I came up with.<br /><br />Silent Words<br /><br />your eyes speak<br />words,<br />your hand speaks<br />words,<br />I listen...<br />frustration mounts,<br />you slouch,<br />I say your<br />words,<br />you listen...<br />your eyes<br />smile,<br />I understood your<br />silent words.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-7942884420957564442009-04-19T08:55:00.003-04:002009-04-19T10:21:31.944-04:00Life's Decisions<span style="color:#660000;"><strong>"Life is a process. We are a process. The universe is a process." ~ Anne Wilson Schaef</strong></span><br /><br /><br />Today, my quote is about life rather than poetry as that is what has been happening in my days...LIFE...so much so I have had little time to write, other than personal poems...which by the way gets me through my life. With my current situation of being a care giver to my husband and my youngest very high needs son my writing time is limited, so....<br /><br />I am in the process of prioritizing my writing and have found that blogging, both reading and writing them, and dealing with emails, takes up far too much of the free time I have allocatied for writing. In other words, I am getting very little 'real writing' done...you know the kind that potentially can earn me money and/or recognition.<br /><br />So... I am going to be doing less blogging, less constantly checking emails, and reading other blogs...Starting tomorrow I will focus on my 'real writing' projects and get lots of things submitted... :>)...including additional intro packages to educational publishers and other poetry and fictional work.<br /><br />Oooh...I feel elated about this process. Have you ever noticed that the process of making a decision is the difficult part...actually making the decision is the peaceful and exciting part!!!!<br /><br />I will be blogging, just not as often...only as time permits, and I will be keeping track of my writing time on <a href="http://slimtimer.com/">slimtimer</a> and posting weekly on my <a href="http://author4kids.blogspot.com/">writing blog</a>...time permitting, of course ;>)<br /><br />See ya' around...yee haw!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-11059458701906831592009-04-06T21:34:00.004-04:002009-04-06T21:51:21.380-04:00One Single Impression<strong><span style="color:#990000;">A poet must never make a statement simply because it is sounds poetically exciting; he must also believe it to be true. ~ W.H. Auden </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sdqv-xU9StI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_a8IV86bdno/s1600-h/One_Single_Impression%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321759402619652818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sdqv-xU9StI/AAAAAAAAAUw/_a8IV86bdno/s200/One_Single_Impression%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>These week's prompt at <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">one single impression </a>is LISTEN, and here is my lanturne...head on over and join in</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;">Paint</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;">wild strokes, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;">spring sprouting,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;">nature listens,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#003333;">peace.</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-39143651988857495592009-04-03T17:59:00.005-04:002009-04-03T19:33:57.466-04:00Poetry Friday<strong><span style="color:#990000;">Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis</span></strong><br /><br /><br />I know...I know...I'm late with today's <a href="http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html">lanturne.</a> I have decided to write one to help promote my online teacher and friend, <a href="http://www.laurasalas.com/index_reg.html">Laura Purdie Salas' </a>new book, to be released this Monday April 6, 2009. Her book is titled, <a href="http://www.laurasalas.com/index.html">Stampede! Poems to Celebrate the Wild Side of School.</a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Wild</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">poems!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Stampede your</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">way to the store.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Read!</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">It looks like it's going to be a great book, based on it's wild cover and the few tastes of her poems I've read at <a href="http://jamarattigan.livejournal.com/260323.html?view=1828835#t1828835">jama rattigan's alphabet soup</a>.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-61989483744790289962009-04-02T08:35:00.005-04:002009-04-02T09:05:40.117-04:0015 Words or Less"<strong><span style="color:#660000;">The eye is the notebook of the poet." ~ James Russell Lowell<br /></span></strong><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdSyaIte_9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/opGLqBQf540/s1600-h/0002qcgc%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320073221916000210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdSyaIte_9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/opGLqBQf540/s200/0002qcgc%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdSyjgAmSNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/9egicPcLif0/s1600-h/napowrimo2009_1.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today's photo at <a href="http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/142484.html">15 words or less </a>is a fan, and in keeping with my daily <a href="http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/lanturne.html">lanturne </a>for national poetry month...read on and you too can participate, and link up at <a href="http://readwritepoem.org/2009/04/02/get-your-poem-on-72-2/#comments">readwritepoem</a>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">fan</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">sweeps space,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">splashes breeze</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">upon glistened</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-27731761631514473532009-04-01T08:19:00.008-04:002009-04-01T10:40:36.431-04:00One Single Impression<strong><span style="color:#990000;">Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. ~ Carl Sandburg<br /></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdNeUZZOOrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8VN9UsFc2WA/s1600-h/One_Single_Impression%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319699289361758898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdNeUZZOOrI/AAAAAAAAAT4/8VN9UsFc2WA/s200/One_Single_Impression%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdNfSMYLfNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rs1Ukbji4Ww/s1600-h/napowrimo2009_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319700351019613394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdNfSMYLfNI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rs1Ukbji4Ww/s200/napowrimo2009_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div><div></div><div>To start off National Poetry Month I am using the prompt from <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">One Single Impression</a> to write my <a href="http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/lanturne.html">lanturne</a>. The word this week is SMOKE... and as the picture at OSI depicts I have written mine with the thought of incense, as I love the smell of it...<br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Twirls,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">upward,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">the sweet smell</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">encircles with</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">love.</span></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-35560085796579621462009-03-31T08:21:00.005-04:002009-03-31T10:17:03.538-04:00National Poetry Month<strong><span style="color:#990000;">Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese. ~G.K. Chesterton<br /></span></strong><br /><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdIQDNp_q3I/AAAAAAAAATw/did5AL29nwg/s1600-h/napowrimo2009_1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319331757269429106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SdIQDNp_q3I/AAAAAAAAATw/did5AL29nwg/s200/napowrimo2009_1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div>Tomorrow is the dawn of National Poetry Month and there will be tons of poems to read and or receive throughout April.</div><div></div><br /><div>I plan to write a poem-a-day in the form of a <a href="http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/lanturne.html">Laturne</a>. If you're interested in participating by writing a poem every day for the month of April (weekends included, I assume:>)) you can sign up at <a href="http://readwritepoem.org/2009/03/19/in-case-you-were-wondering-napowrimo-2009/#comment-12647">readwritepoem</a>, and from there you will be able to read many poems on many blogs.</div><br /><div></div><div>You can also receive a poem-a day by email. Sign up at <a href="http://www.poets.org/poemADay.php">poets.org</a>. </div><div></div><div>I am also going to read a poetry book a day and post it on the my side bar.</div><div></div><div>Even if you don't think of yourself as a poet, give it a try. It'll be fun and you will definately learn a little, if not a lot...so come along for the ride, and you could even write a poem about cheese (see the above quote)!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-20458248825266418922009-03-28T10:18:00.004-04:002009-03-28T10:32:00.564-04:00Weekend Wordsmith<strong><span style="color:#990000;">To see the Summer Sky</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">Is Poetry, though never in a Book it lie -</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">True Poems flee.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#990000;">~Emily Dickinson<br /></span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sc4yDbXtWOI/AAAAAAAAATo/728i_vG17s8/s1600-h/escher-hands.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243244439328994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 83px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sc4yDbXtWOI/AAAAAAAAATo/728i_vG17s8/s200/escher-hands.png" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith's </a>writing prompt is JUMBLED. I like that word and all it conjures in my frazzled brain. So this is what I came up with midst the jumble of my life :>)<br /><br /><br /><br />Jumbled<br /><br />Juggling the jumble of<br />Piles protruding,<br />Lists lengthening,<br />Time trumpeting,<br />Jingle jangle...<br /><br />gotta start somewhere!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-78014006460152137552009-03-28T09:46:00.009-04:002009-03-28T10:27:46.937-04:00Stampede to an online Launch Party<strong><span style="color:#990000;">"Poetry lies its way to the truth.” ~ John Ciardi</span><br /></strong><div></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sc4s_7_8WFI/AAAAAAAAATY/S4S3R4GVLhQ/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237686920403026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sc4s_7_8WFI/AAAAAAAAATY/S4S3R4GVLhQ/s200/s640x480.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div>This morning's post is to invite you to Laura Salas' <a href="http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/140731.html">online la</a><a href="http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/140731.html">unch party </a>for her new book, about to be released, <a href="http://www.stampedebook.com/Home_Page.html">Stampede! To Celebrate the Wild side of School!</a><br /></div><div>Let's join her in celebration on April 6, 2009!<br /></div><br /><div></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sc4tPogJGTI/AAAAAAAAATg/vccSaWafyAk/s1600-h/000eztdq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237956564654386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sc4tPogJGTI/AAAAAAAAATg/vccSaWafyAk/s200/000eztdq.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sc4r8AqRvhI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lNauAahd9Gw/s1600-h/000eztdq.jpg"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-42451107896240653422009-03-27T09:36:00.003-04:002009-03-27T10:10:04.718-04:00Poetry Friday<span style="color:#990000;">"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.” ~ Charles Simic</span><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SczeJ1mmPqI/AAAAAAAAATI/FVU9Rz065Yo/s1600-h/0002kax7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317869520606871202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SczeJ1mmPqI/AAAAAAAAATI/FVU9Rz065Yo/s200/0002kax7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>A few days ago, I picked up a poetry book written by an 11 year-old boy. His name, <a href="http://www.mattieonline.com/">Mattie J.T. Stepanek</a>. He began writing poetry at the age of three, to help him deal with the death of his older brother. Mattie had a rare form of muscular distrophy, and somehow this young soul was able to feel and see life for what it really was...living our lives listening to our heartsongs. The Journey through Heartsongs, the book I read, has poems written by a very young Mattie, age 3 to age 11. There is much to be learned by his poetry...I would hope that I too will listen to my heartsongs...<br /><br />Here is an excerpt from a poem written by Mattie, age of eight, in his book titled, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0786869429/qid=1068127364/sr=1-3/ref=sr_1_3/103-7574613-1604616?v=glance&s=books">Journey through Heartsongs..</a><br /><br /><span style="color:#330000;">Swinging<br /><br />So high. . .<br />Wind tickles my tummy<br />Plays with my feet<br />Gives my hair a ride.<br />So high. . .<br />Grab a leaf from a tree<br />Reach a so-far-up branch<br />See over the edge of my earth.<br />So high. . .</span> <a href="http://www.mattieonline.com/contact.aspx">read the rest..</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Julie Larios is hosting Poetry Friday today. Check out the roundup <a class="snap_shots" href="http://julielarios.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-27-poetry-friday-is-here-on-march.html">here</a>.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-84377783307186817362009-03-25T14:55:00.005-04:002009-03-25T15:10:06.543-04:00Three Word Wednesday<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>"Poetry...tells of capturing a moment...because it's going to live." ~ Nikki Giovanni<br /></strong></span><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Scp-u3aZekI/AAAAAAAAATA/kH8UCO7o0Nk/s1600-h/3WW.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317201653678045762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Scp-u3aZekI/AAAAAAAAATA/kH8UCO7o0Nk/s200/3WW.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div>This weeks <a href="http://threewordwednesday.wordpress.com/">3WW</a> had me stewing. I wanted to write something for children, but that just wasn't coming out of me. And besides the words weren't really kids' kind of words, but I did come up with something but I couldn't quite get it done and it was time to move on to other projects with self imposed deadlines...so the following is what came out, instead (and it's not intended as a children's poem :>))...<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The three words are: earnest, layer, reactive.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">Beneath the </span><span style="color:#663366;">layers</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">emotion sleeps,</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">standing at attention</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">for the moment</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">of <span style="color:#663366;">reactive </span>fear</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;">to plunge me into</span></div><div><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="color:#663366;">earnest</span> tears.</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-74703564666026804452009-03-23T18:31:00.006-04:002009-03-23T18:53:01.821-04:00<span style="color:#990000;">"Never let the mud puddle get lost in poetry--because in many ways the mud puddle is the poetry." ~ Valerie Worth</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/ScgObs99wGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dkV8F5gnt8A/s1600-h/One_Single_Impression%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316515229201186914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 53px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/ScgObs99wGI/AAAAAAAAAS4/dkV8F5gnt8A/s200/One_Single_Impression%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />It's been a while for me but here I am once again ready to write a poem from <a href="http://onesingleimpression.blogspot.com/">One Single Impressions </a>prompt, which this weeks is <span style="color:#ff0000;">'equals'</span> representing March 20, the vernal equinox, when day and night were the same length.<br /><br />In my minds eye I saw the sun sinking into the horizon to give night an equal share, and wrote the following haiku...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">day leaves, shaking hands</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">with night, sun sinks out of sight,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">moon's light takes over.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-22346013662656911472009-03-22T09:22:00.005-04:002009-03-22T09:50:14.665-04:00Weekend Wordsmith<span style="color:#660000;">"Poetry is indispensable --if I only knew what for." </span><a href="http://quotationsbook.com/author/1592/"><span style="color:#660000;">Cocteau, Jean</span></a><span style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><div></div><div></div><br /><p align="left"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/ScY9oyYQjXI/AAAAAAAAASw/1-FdavILjvo/s1600-h/escher-hands.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316004181085031794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/ScY9oyYQjXI/AAAAAAAAASw/1-FdavILjvo/s200/escher-hands.png" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">This weekend's <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/">Weekend Wordsmith </a>is <span style="color:#ff6600;">Passport</span>.</p><p align="left">I was finding myself stumped. Throughout Saturday I had tried several times to come up with a poem (because that's what I like to write from my prompts). Nothing was coming, so this morning I remembered something I learned in a poetry course...add an extra word to a poem to give it some more depth. </p><p align="left">Well I added two extra words to the prompt, <span style="color:#ff6600;">Red</span> and <span style="color:#ff6600;">Trampoline</span>, and before I knew it words flowed, and out came a poem of sorts. Not only that, <a href="http://volweb.utk.edu/Schools/bedford/harrisms/1poe.htm">similes </a>showed up, too. This was a great exercise for me, and reminded me of the usefulness of continued education :>)</p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"><span style="color:#006600;"></span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#006600;">Bouncing from city to city<br />Like a trampoline,<br />Eyes as red<br />As delicious apples,<br /><br />Feeling as used<br />As a passport,<br />Announcements unfiltered<br />Like a rock concert,<br /><br />Will it ever end<br />Like a book?<br /><br />Yes<br /><br />Smiles greet me<br />Like open envelopes<br />Hugs as welcoming<br />As…well hugs<br /><br />Home at last… </span></p><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><p><span style="color:#006600;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#006600;"> </p><p align="left"><br /></p></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-6133670896868048682009-03-19T08:31:00.007-04:002009-03-19T13:44:15.977-04:0015 Words or Less<span style="color:#660000;">"Writing is a delicious agony."~Gwendolyn Brooks</span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/ScI7nT28n6I/AAAAAAAAASo/1ok3MWjksdc/s1600-h/0002qcgc%5B1%5D.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/ScI7nT28n6I/AAAAAAAAASo/1ok3MWjksdc/s1600-h/0002qcgc%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314876056782282658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/ScI7nT28n6I/AAAAAAAAASo/1ok3MWjksdc/s200/0002qcgc%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Ahh...my favourite poetry day, photopoetry Thursday and <a href="http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/">15 Words or Less</a>...today's pciture is...well...peace provoking. Head on over to Laura Salas' blog and join in...for the fun of it...<br /><br /><br />Here's mine for this week, P for peace...<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;">P for Peace</span><br /><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /><span style="color:#330033;">petals protruding<br />persuading<br />the world to<br />embrace<br />Peace</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-65973679330611324632009-03-17T13:53:00.002-04:002009-03-17T14:10:33.498-04:00My Peace Poems<span style="color:#990000;"><strong>A smile is the beginning of peace.~~ Mother Teresa</strong></span> <br /><br />You may have already seen the letter below floating amongst writers blogs regarding the gathering of peace poems. Please feel free to participate and help in your own way to bring peace into your life and others, as well as help Judy reach her goal.<br /><br />Here are my poetic contributions, one is an <a href="http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html">acrostic </a>and the other a <a href="http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/types.html">diamante</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#330033;"><strong>P</strong>erpetual<br /><strong>E</strong>ssence of<br /><strong>A</strong>cceptance<br /><strong>C</strong>radled for<br /><strong>E</strong>ternity</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;">War<br />fearful, hostile<br />struggling, battling, conforming<br />bloodshed, survival, tranquility, freedom<br />understanding, accepting, embracing<br />harmonious, serene<br />Peace</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div> 3-1-09<br /><br />Dear Family and Friends of mine,<br />Peace and love are on my mind now all day, everyday...Do you remember the story of Sadako the little girl who died as the result of the Hiroshima bombing? Her goal was to fold 1,000 origami cranes before she died, an act of hope and<br />peace. She died before she finished, but since then, children from all over the world continue to send thousands of colorful peace cranes to the Peace Museum in Hiroshima. Thus, they show their support and faith.<br /><br />I traveled for two weeks in November with Patch Adams and 25 other clowns on their 24th annual humanitarian clowning trip to Russia. We visited sick or abandoned children in hospitals, orphanages and home hospices, clowning and sharing love, laughter and peace.<br /><br />Action: I am gathering poems, quotes and prose pictures about peace* from writers around the world, of all ages and backgrounds, published or not. They will be arranged in a book, the proceeds of which will go exclusively toward building in West Virginia, the world's first silly hospital, a proto-typical model of health care delivery. See <a href="http://www.patchadams.org/">www.PatchAdams.org</a>; Patch Adams: Gesundheit (Patch Adams & Maureen Mylander); Housecalls (Patch Adams).<br /><br />This one-of-its-kind hospital will treat patients free of charge using the most modern medical technology and alternative methods including humor, drama, art, music, playful architecture and old fashioned family-doctoring. There will be no insurance required or accepted.<br /><br />Arnold Adoff, Maya Angelou, Lee Bennett Hopkins, Zilpha Keatley Synder and Jane Yolen have already contributed their poems. Honor Moore will help. I have asked the Obama Family, Patch Adams, Robin Williams and Shel Silverstein’s publishers to participate in 1,000 pieces of peace. Would you please join us?<br /><br /><br /> What: send one or more peace pieces *<br /> When: DEADLINE: March 30<br /> Where: <a href="mailto:judy.fisk.lucas@gmail.com">judy.fisk.lucas@gmail.com</a><br /> Why: To do something for peace<br /><br />Thank you from the center of my heart,<br />Judy Lucas, M.A.<br />SCBWI Member & CSUCI writing student<br />Camarillo, CAUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-91825204223881981842009-03-12T12:08:00.006-04:002009-03-12T12:51:52.072-04:00<span style="color:#990000;">Poetry is not always words. ~Audrey Foris</span><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sbk3F-SjcSI/AAAAAAAAASg/RhvCwK87cqU/s1600-h/0002qcgc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312337811219902754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sbk3F-SjcSI/AAAAAAAAASg/RhvCwK87cqU/s200/0002qcgc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Ah...it's Thursday again...15 words or less day over at </span><a href="http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/"><span style="color:#993399;">Laura Salas' blog</span></a><span style="color:#000099;">. I have great fun writing poetry from pictures. I find it very inspiring and all kinds of ideas pop into my head from a photo. Head on over and try it...it's for fun, no pressure. Today's photo is titled 'Secret Door'. Doesn't that just make you want to take a peak???</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Here's my creation:</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Squirreled away<br />Bark hair drapes the curved archway<br />Awaiting new life </span></div><div></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-29848245420066972462009-03-07T16:31:00.005-05:002009-03-07T16:47:54.476-05:00Weekend Wordsmith<span style="color:#660000;">"What can a poem do? Just about everything."~Eve Merriam</span><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#660000;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SbLoXjjJa-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/StkzxeOJkdo/s1600-h/escher-hands.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310562402000530402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SbLoXjjJa-I/AAAAAAAAASQ/StkzxeOJkdo/s200/escher-hands.png" border="0" /></a></div><div>This weekend's prompt at <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/2009/03/90-medal.html">Weekend Wordsmith </a>is <span style="color:#663333;">MEDAL</span>. As you'll notice in my poem it has absolutely nothing to do with the word medal. What I picked up on was the word science written on the medals in the picture. This in turn triggered a thought about how one of my son's do not like science...and this is what I came up with...(the metering is a little off...oops!)</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">I hate science,</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">I hate math,</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">Spend umpteen hours</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">With homework's wrath.</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">I like recess,</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">I like phys. ed.,</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">For those there's no</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">Need to use my head.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">I like my friends,</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">I like being cool,</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">So I may as well</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">Stay in school.</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-75196872473277828542009-03-05T20:08:00.006-05:002009-03-05T20:20:01.636-05:0015 Words of Less<span style="color:#990000;">"Poetry helps us travel beyond ourselves."~X. J. Kennedy</span><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SbB4S8q7ICI/AAAAAAAAASI/xcQwSEWND7U/s1600-h/0002qcgc%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309876227588956194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SbB4S8q7ICI/AAAAAAAAASI/xcQwSEWND7U/s200/0002qcgc%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Head on over to <a href="http://laurasalas.livejournal.com/135993.html">Laura Salas' blog</a> for this week's 15 Words or Less...write a short poem from a posted picture...it's for fun and is fun to do...meant for anyone who just wants to try. Below is my creation for this week.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">peaceful wind</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">carries me-</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">forgotten below</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">the speed of life.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-67372176826442926082009-03-04T10:22:00.003-05:002009-03-04T10:30:32.313-05:00Three Word Wednesday<span style="color:#990000;">"Poetry should be like fireworks...ready to explode..." ~~Lilian Moore.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sa6dcJ12LYI/AAAAAAAAASA/OVIKJHTTclg/s1600-h/3WW.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309354117720059266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/Sa6dcJ12LYI/AAAAAAAAASA/OVIKJHTTclg/s200/3WW.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Today, on <a href="http://threewordwednesday.wordpress.com/2009/03/04/3ww-cxxvii/#comments">Three Word Wednesday </a>the word prompts are:<br /><br />Avenge<br />Genuine<br />Ramble<br /><br />An interesting combination which produced this result from my rambling brain...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">The need to avenge</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">the force of life</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">through time,</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Rambles our need</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">to find</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">our genuine self.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-73985914338925995202009-03-02T16:17:00.003-05:002009-03-02T16:34:00.247-05:00Monday's Poetry StretchIt's been a while since I've done <a href="http://missrumphiuseffect.blogspot.com/">Monday's Poetry Stretch</a>. This one was fun to do...not only inspired by the prompt of writing a personal ad poem, but also by <a href="http://www.janeyolen.com/">Jane Yolen</a>'s poem she posted first thing...rhyming poems are fun to write...<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Next!<br /><br />I'm tall and slim<br />And somewhat prim,<br />My hair a mess<br />I must confess,<br />But eyes of blue<br />And that is true.<br /><br />I love to read,<br />My biggest need,<br />To you I'll talk,<br />And mend your sock,<br />Do you believe?<br />Then how naive!<br /><br />My dogs, my cats,<br />My birds, my rats<br />Mean more to me<br />Than drink or tea.<br /><br />I live a life,<br />And need a wife<br />To cook and clean,<br />I'll be your queen,<br />You'll be my king,<br />I'll take your ring...<br /><br />It's no, you say<br />Well that's okay,<br />I'll not resist--<br />Next! on my list...</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5317677674941607824.post-29538696197767782432009-02-21T19:51:00.006-05:002009-02-22T15:46:58.453-05:00Weekend Wordsmith<span style="color:#990000;">Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives in the valley of its saying. </span><a href="http://quotationsbook.com/author/331/"><span style="color:#990000;">Auden, W. H.</span></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SaCh3eVwVYI/AAAAAAAAARo/qm_QmDsaSFQ/s1600-h/escher-hands.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305418335451633026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6XlW7RESbXk/SaCh3eVwVYI/AAAAAAAAARo/qm_QmDsaSFQ/s200/escher-hands.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The prompt on this <a href="http://weekendwordsmith.blogspot.com/2009/02/88-time.html">Weekend's Wordsmith </a>is 'TIME', and I have come up with a sort of haiku..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">purple petals sway</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">caught by the camera's eye</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;">time stopped~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#663366;"></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0