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Poetry and Art for the Soul

A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month


 

A Found Poem

 

Flightless wings

know very well

Authenticity

lives in death

The song of May

reminds us

that Mother’s Day

is near

and a Mother’s fear

grows more today

Because

The Promised Land

no longer sows

Bluebells in the sunshine

Beside the old Trail of Hope

Where I used to collect

my dreams one by one

But despite the awful things

That spread on fields of my mind

I am not obedient;

Conformity is not my thing

I Pray.

I pray for kindness.

and want to spread the word.

Life is Good!

Lift your voice and sing!

Tomorrow will be May again:

Flowers scheduled to be in bloom,

let us forget the words of doom.

And for those who predict only gloom,

Just remember,

Tomorrow is another day.

and soon it will be Mother’s Day!

Let us rake the fears away.

 

As I mentioned in the video I created this Found Poem inspired by some of the titles, words and phrases used in the posts of my fellow bloggers at WordPress.

Attributions:

Pat Cegan

Ricardo Sexton

The Moral Traveller

John Coyote

Liz Bard

The Poet’s Corner

 

A Poem A Day


A Supermarket in California (An excerpt) by Allen Ginsberg

What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I  walked down  the side streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.

In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the Neon fruit  supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations!

What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! Aisles full of husbands! Wives in the avocados, babies in the tomatoes! – and you, Garcia Lorca, what were you doing  down by the watermelons?

Allen Ginsberg was The Beat Poet. The Beats especially Allen Ginsberg painted a dark picture of their truth about American life in the years after WWII. “Ginsberg and his friends believed that spiritual life was essential to a person’s existence: Beat is short for beatific or holy.”

 

A Poem A Day


As we soon close the National Month of Poetry, I hope that we can continue to use poetry as a way to make someone happy, heal emotional pain, invoke a love for others, breed tolerance, and give voice to our hearts.

Thanks to all those bloggers who have re-blogged some of my poems and posts and have commented on my posts. Thanks for your continued support. We all have a wonderful opportunity to inspire and provide insight. I follow some pretty great blogs on WordPress. They make my day when I am down and motivate me in many ways. So thank you.

 

Here is my Poem A Day for today

 

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice

 

Audio of the Poem

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/play/77065

Fire and Ice : A Contradiction

This poem reminds me of my seventh grade English teacher. She would make us memorize poems which according to her would enrich our souls. Robert Frost became one of my favorite poets from that point on.

Robert Frost was important to American poetry during the first half of the twentieth century because he maintained traditional meter, structure, and themes during a time when modernism was the dominant poetic mode. He was a popular poet, but he never sacrificed his art for that popularity.

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to the Bard of Stratford upon Avon


“Every year a unique event takes place in Stratford-upon- Avon to mark the birth of the world’s greatest playwright. The Birthday Celebrations are a tradition going back nearly 200 years and are held on the weekend.” His name is William Shakespeare.

Sonnet 30

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste.
Then can I drown an eye unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,
And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,
And moan th’ expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o’er
The sad account of fore-bemoanèd moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored, and sorrows end.

 

Ideas Not!


“Don’t think!

Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It is self-conscious

and anything self-conscious is lousy

you can’t try to do things; you simply must do them.”

– Ray Bradbury

 

Imagine no ideas

Distinguished thinking not allowed

divergent thoughts detoured

Euridites not accepted

Audacity destroyed

sublime connections disconnected

 

imagine no ideas

discussions void of mindfulness

Einstein who?

The Theory of Everything,

What on earth does that mean?

words ambushed by stupidity,

Epitaphs blank, bleached

 

Imagine no ideas

no logical steps

no reasoning,

naked moments,

empty poems,

censure,

real fake news.

I cannot imagine.

 

Oh my, I must have dozed off.

I just thought of this great idea!

 

 

On Writing A Poem – A Poem A Day


 

                                       

                  On Writing a Poem

When I write a poem

The words leap from my heart

At least for the most part

Sometimes they prance into my brain

swaddled in deep emotions.

 

It may be that they simply trot into my soul

this is when spiritual energy takes its toll

Sometimes they appear to describe

a wrenching feeling,

or crushing sadness.

 

Many times

the word skip to inspire

and make me giddy

full of hope

and elated.

 

I hate when they sneak up on me

making me quiver with fear

swirling anxiety around me.

 

When I write a poem

I try to be free

to feel every moment

to be in the now

to cherish the present.

 

When I write a poem

I just look at the view

focus on nature

and the beauty of

being alive.

When I write a poem

One thing is affirmed;

Life is poetry and poetry is life.

 

 

 

 

 

A Poem A Day – This Ocean Knows


“Individually, we are one drop.
Together, we are an Ocean.” 
― Arshdeep Singh Samrala

This ocean knows

                                                   the secrets of my soul

I wonder where they all will go

                                                    raging by the gusty wind

                                     the waves roll in

a soothing sound

                                A white blanket of froth forms;

                                                                A sense of nostalgia gushes through my body;

Peace surrounds me again

Intimate and majestic

Pure, Tranquil , Mindful

all fears

disappear.

The ocean whispers

                                                                                              confidentially,

                                                                                     “Your secrets are safe, my dear.”

                                                                         

                                                                                             -Melba Christie

Ah Spring! _ A Poem A Day


Pansies stained of crimson

and purple

a sure sign of nature’s healing power

 

Sweet peas sing spring

a sun kissed lovely flower.

Daffodils spread

and smiles grow

when tulips stand tall

and the Ranunculus dazzles us

with it’s colors of pastel

 

clusters of forsythia brighten the afternoon

Peonies captivate the senses

along with the perfume of gardenias

 

What a celebration

to remind us

of the resurrection!

 

 

 

 

 

A Poem A Day – Maya Angelou


Alone

Lying, thinking

Last night

How to find my soul a home

Where water is not thirsty

And bread loaf is not stone

I came up with one thing

And I don’t believe I’m wrong

That nobody,

But nobody

can make it out here alone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

can make it out here alone.

 

There are some millionaires

with money they can’t use

their wives run round like banshees

their children sing the blues

they’ve got expensive doctors

to cure their hearts of stone.

 

Alone, all alone

Nobody, but nobody

can make it out here alone.

 

 

Maya Angelou, author of the best selling I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings and Gather in My Name, also published many poetry collections.

Dr. Angelou received several honorary degrees throughout her life. She wrote television screenplays and appeared in several movies. Her unforgettable voice is always inspiring and makes one sit up in attention.

 

 

The Layers


I have walked through many lives,

some of them my own,

and i am not who I was,

though some principle of being

abides, from which I struggle

not to stray.

When I look behind,

as I am compelled to look

before i can gather strength

to proceed on my journey,

I see the milestones dwindling

toward the horizon

and the slow fires trailing

from abandoned camp-sites,

over which scavenger angels

wheel on heavy wings…

Stanley Kunitz

 

Stanley Kunitz is one of America’s greatest poets. He is a recipient of both the Pulitzer and Bolllinger prizes. President Clinton presented Mr. Kunitz with the National Medal of the Arts in 1993.

 

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