Building Poetry Communities on WordPress.com


As a month of celebrating poetry, poems and inspiration comes to an end, it really should not. Keep a poem in your heart. Use an excerpt from a poem to let someone know how much you care about them. Write a letter and slip a short poem inside to inspire, calm or excite someone. Write a poem whenever you can. Support organizations and foundations that promote the love of reading poetry. Happy writing to our poets and may all poems find someone to embrace. Melba Christie at Poemattic.

The WordPress.com Blog

As we’re entering the final week of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) in the US, we want to celebrate all the wonderful poetry-centric community projects here on WordPress.com.

The sites we feature today — like many others we follow and love — make an important point. We may all write on our own, but it’s only when we join a community of other writers and readers that our voices are truly heard.


Keeping it local

Some of the tightest-knit poetry groups are bound by a shared space, where writers know not only each other’s work, but also each other’s face. Over at Poetdelphia, Philly-based poets share poems, announce readings and other events, and celebrate community members’ achievements.

typewriter poetry2Ghostless Sleep, by Yasin Chines at Xsentric.

Similarly, .: Poetry in Chicago is a project that aims to bring together writers from across the city’s eclectic poetry community, with posts on

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Happy Birthday William!


Happy Birthday William!

by Melba Christie (c) 2014

 

Pardon me if I sound presumptuous

As I do not mean to be bold

Perhaps it is not proper of me

that I address you by your given name.

But I am honored if you allow me to do the same.

 

You see my seventh grade teacher is to blame

as she made it very clear

your poetry would become so dear

to all of us

She made a huge fuss

and made us memorize whole stanzas

and on your birthday every year

she would have what she called Shakespeare’s extravaganza

 

Also I feel I have known you all my life

you describe much of my strife

besides my father’s name was William too

and maybe this is why I could not help

but to be attracted to you

 

I never want to “speak an infinite deal of nothing”

I feel “the best is yet to come”

as I slowly but surely become

a poet to be followed

an honor I hope is bestowed

upon me before my death

“For in that sleep of death what dreams may come”

““True hope is swift, and flies with swallow’s wings.”

 

This is why I sing

today and everyday

“O wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful!

And yet again wonderful”

God knows I never want to be dull

 

So today, the 113th day, of this year 2014

and on the 450th anniversary of your birth,

I celebrate with great mirth

your sonnets most of all.

They taught me about the complexities of love

and how we fall

to romance, destiny from the heavens above.

 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILLIAM!

 

 

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List of Sites about Shakespeare and his Works

http://www.williamshakespearefacts.net/list-of-shakespeare-sonnets.html

Let Poemattic know how you do on this Quiz.

http://www.theguardian.com/culture/quiz/2014/apr/23/childrens-books-shakespeare-birthday-quiz

Article

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/theatre/william-shakespeare/10777409/Shakespeares-450th-birthday-Now-all-the-world-is-his-stage.html

 

 

 

Honoring Our Earth


There is no specific date to
remember our mother earth
we should honor her every day

Mother of all
Gaia, beautiful and endless roots
have doted on us for millenia

with leaves of grass and gigantic evergreens
rushing rivers, glossy great falls,
a canopy of cherry blossoms,
cheerful daisies galore delight

your majestic sights excite
and inspire to create
the greatest songs and poems
for your abundance is pure love
shown in masterpieces

your fields of dreams induced
by the sweet aroma of lavender
promote peace and harmony

Dessert flowers mesmerize the nomad
and even your mirages give hope to lost souls
Frosted mountains salute the sun

Mother Earth, Gaia,
Mahimata,
Madre Tierra,
Green Goddess,

There is no specific date to
remember or honor you.

Melba Christie (c) 2014

April 22, 2014 – Earth Day

 

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I had a dream that I had been a guest at 27 rue de Fleurus


I had a dream that I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

I had a dream
That I had been a guest at
27 rue de Fleurus

Picasso, William Carlos Williams,
Matisse and a few others happened
To drop by.

Oh my!
I felt like I was in heaven.
I asked Matisse to look at one of my portraiture paintings
The one I called exotic lady.
Not a resemblance of me. I think.
He stared at it and did not say a word.

But Picasso approached with caution
and I stepped back to let him
get a good view
and he smiled.

Oh wow!
I did not want to awake.
I wanted the dream to last
So I could speak to Carlos
And ask him about his epic Poem Paterson
This is the town where I taught for many years
I told him.

The place where “everyone has roots”
I believed that “every child is an artist”

I asked him what he thought about his Paterson today
He did not respond but my heart
knew the answer.

27 rue de Fleurus
was a beautiful place
I was in awe of the art
Overwhelmed with the culture
And the echoes of great thoughts

Oh my!
It’s time to get up
Or I’ll be late to work.

Melba Christie 2014

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I let my dream go


I let my dream go
find someone
that would commit
to it with a full heart

It did not think twice
about leaving me
But I am not surprised

I never introduced it to myself
I did not see its potential
I was not in the present

But a new dream is brewing now
it’s in my soul
sweet java
with nine lives
in the now

I can’t let go
of this one
its breath is mine
its heartbeat is mine
I cannot let go
this time

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I do not know why


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I do not know why
I do not know when
but my heart needs to be at peace
it beats like a normal one
I know it loves like a normal one
but it seems that it has broken beyond repair
the bits spread throughout my chest
hoping to find the glue that will make it whole again

I do not know why
I do not know when it was broken
into such tiny pieces

They tell me God will mend it
They tell me I need to mend it myself
but I do not know how
All I know is that
what is, is what it is

I do not know why
I do not know when
but peace will be someday

Melba Christie 2014