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#WeekendCoffeeShare Tomato Tea Party

April 15, 2017 4 Comments

If we were having coffee today I would serve you some iced tea because most of you would find the weather hot here. I love this time of year. The pink jasmine has subsided but the major waves of jasmine are just now starting to bloom. The star and the Asian bloom one right after the other, and are much bigger than the pink one. I am about to be lifted to heaven on a cloud of jasmine scent each time I walk out my front door, or open it. You might catch a whiff this weekend, but by next week it will stun you.  Sit back and relax while I pour your tea.  I am enjoying a refreshing glass of passion fruit black tea.

Today we are also featuring tomato specialties at the tea party.  I went to the produce pick up this morning and scored a box of perfect produce, including about 40 large tomatoes and three boxes of cherries.  We just finished mozzarella, olive, basil and tomato grilled sandwiches.  I would be happy to whip one up for you if you are hungry.  Later I will make a minestrone soup, and juice some of the ripe tomatoes for cocktail hour.  I like very spicy red snappers (Bloody Mary made with gin), and have all the fresh ingredients on hand to make them.  We plan to stay home today to do some gardening and home maintenance chores.  Our peaches are ripening and we need to start scaring the birds away from the tree.  We try new shiny objects each year.

If we were having coffee I would like to hear how all your writing projects are going.  Some of you are so prolific with your word count I can’t believe you have time to fit it all into 24 hours each day.  I would tell you that I am still writing a poem every day, having been recently inspired by a group doing #veggiepoetry  for National Poetry Writing Month.  I took a stab at it yesterday writing an ode to my least favorite of all vegetables, the rutabaga.  I think I will probably go with a tomato poem today, since they are on my mind.  I would tell you my favorite tea company approached me about tweeting for gift certificates.  I do want to start a system to review teas because it is a big interest of mine.  I will probably do it on my tumblr, which is supposed to be my artsy blog.  I thought about combining poems and tea, but nothing has popped into my brain for this poet-tea.  I will probably attempt the tea reviews in May and see where that leads.  I legitimately believe that my tea company has the best selection and prices, so it should be easy to find enthusiasm, if not poetry.

#WeekendCoffeeShare

#WeekendCoffeeShare

Thank you for stopping by today.  This coffee share is hosted on the weekends by Nerd in the Brain.  Visit this link to submit your own coffee share post, or read those from the diverse group participating.

 

#NaPoWriMo Rutabaga, Satan’s Own Root Vegetable #VeggiePoetry

April 14, 2017 1 Comment

The devil's favorite veggie

The devil’s favorite veggie

The Holy Ones created all the root vegetables, the ground provisions,
Then scattered them across the earth to feed man and beast
The French got all the radishes, the Russians got the beets
Yams and sweet potatoes grew all over the southern lands
Generously rewarding any farmer who buried them in sand
Ireland had plenty of potatoes, until crop failure let them down
Turnips were pickled in pink brine, prized in Middle Eastern towns
The devil slipped in and made away with the rutabaga on his fork
He took it to the underworld, where his finest vintage he uncorked
I will send you back to the mortals, but with a distinctive smell
There will be no doubt when you are cooked that you have been to hell

He sent them all to Scandinavia, where they are lucky to grow anything to eat

The people all said hallelujah these giant turnips are delicious and sweet

(Then they pissed on some fish and buried it in the frozen ground for a few months)

Today’s poem in #NaPoWriMo is dedicated to my erstwhile roommate from South Carolina.  Her parents had a truly awesome garden, and her mom made the best canned tomatoes in the universe.  However, they also grew the evil rutabaga, which she imported to our North Carolina home, and cooked. The first time I smelled it I thought a dog had died in the house.  It left a lasting impression.  When I learned there is such a thing as #VeggiePoetry I knew I had to try at least one during April. Tune in to these and other poems at the #NaPoWriMo site.   Don’t be shy.  Write an ode to a veggie you love…or detest..you may find the #veggiepoet within.

#WritePhoto Enigmatic Ending #NaPoWriMo

April 13, 2017 9 Comments

enigma

enigma

Druid stoners on equinox standing out in a field
Worshiped the earth and stars in mystic trances
A circle of magical intensity designed to conceal
The secrets of the forefathers who designed the dances
Bringing forth life, then harvesting it defined the seasons
Survival depended on the inherited wisdom and reason
The ancients passed down in ceremony, song, and fable
These figures stand to represent all of our history we know
Our ancestors who haunt this hill held ceremonies long ago

This enigmatic photo comes from Sue Vincent’s Echo, where each Thursday she holds a #writephoto party for anyone who wants to interpret the picture of the week.  It is also #NaPoWriMo all month in April.  You may find some mighty fine poets at the National Poetry Writing Month site. Enjoy following these hashtags all month and see where it leads you.

#NaPoWriMo Family Tree Acrostic

April 12, 2017 1 Comment

leaf from the family tree

leaf from the family tree

Familiar faces at the reunion remind us of our youth
Aunts and uncles talk about the cousins and their lives
Most of them have moved away, leaving the old behind
Instead of staying near the tree, the children have taken flight
Living in different cities with no connection to the relations
Yesterday is a fading memory, no sentimental chorus
Travels home for visits, for holidays, for traditional meals
Remembrance has no place in the whirlwind of the day
Everyone is a holograph of
Everyone else

It is National Poetry Writing Month.  Please take part by reading, writing, or reciting some poetry this month.  You can find a wealth of new poems each day on the #NaPoWriMo site, or by following the hashtags on social media.  Bust a rhyme.  You still have time.

#NaPoWriMo Rewind

April 11, 2017 1 Comment

 

Casa Grande Ruins

Casa Grande Ruins

There is no rewind button for the story of your life
The plot thickens when you fall asleep, depleting shelf life
There is no knowledge of the the time that remains to spend
It could go on forever, or it could suddenly crash, burn, and end
Nature takes time to produce majesty, power, and wonder
In a flash floodwater, centuries of culture are torn asunder
Watch your past for hints of what will reveal itself in the present
Karma is waiting with situations you will not be able to circumvent

 

Join poets around the world reading, writing, and reciting poetry in the month of April.  Follow the hashtags on social media, and find new poetry here, at the #NaPoWriMo site.  Try your hand at writing a poem using one of the many prompts available all month. Enjoy!!

The Sad Story of Felix Powell

April 10, 2017 1 Comment

I have a special treat for my gentle readers today. My good digital friend Marjorie Clayman is my guest today.  We probably met on twitter, being a little silly, but over the years I have come to really appreciate Margie’s attitude.  She spends a great deal of her time crafting hand made items of the useable sort, which she donates to those who need it the most at the time.  She is not only a powerhouse of crafty artful blankets and hats, but also is pretty crafty as a wordsmith.  She works in public relations, so words are her stock in trade.  Margie adds her own personal commitment to a better world to all her communications.  She brings us a story about war and the way it leaves lasting impressions.  Without further ado, I bring you Ms Clayman:

Marjorie Clayman, guest author

Marjorie Clayman, guest author

The other day, in honor of the 100th anniversary of the US entering World War I, I attended a commemorative event filled with speakers and musicians. One of the singers sang a song called “Pack Up Your Troubles in Your Old Kit Bag and Smile, Smile, Smile.” The singer, in a laid back tone of voice common to folk singers, talked about how the song had been written by two brothers. One of the brothers, Felix Powell, performed the song for soldiers all along the WWI front. The song became popular again during the Second World War and resurfaced once more during the Vietnam War.

You are thinking that this is a feel-good story at this point. You might think that even more so when you learn, as I did via this article (http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/features/chapter-and-verse-the-surprising-story-of-the-song-pack-up-your-troubles-in-your-old-kit-bag-2124620.html) that the brothers submitted the song to a contest as a joke. They thought it was a dud. When they won first price they thought it was hilarious, and Felix decided to take that opportunity to win some fame. What are the chances?

Sadly, however, the story did not end happily for Felix Powell. This is not a story of rags to riches, per se. Rather, this is a story about the humbling and very real impact of gruesome warfare.

When Powell first got to the front lines, he felt really good about himself, as anyone would. His song was hopeful. Cheerful.

“Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, 
And smile, smile, smile, 
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag, 
Smile, boys, that’s the style. 
What’s the use of worrying? 
It never was worthwhile, so 
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, 
And smile, smile, smile.”

Powell was giving these boys a happy message while they tried to survive, far from home.

As the war dragged on, however, Powell began to see just how tragic trench warfare was. He visited battlefield after battlefield, and it dawned on him that these boys were dying. Thousands of them were dying. They were undertaking the ultimate sacrifice, in fact, and he was strumming away at them asking them to smile smile smile. According to the singer at my concert, as well as the article posted above, Powell began to see the contradiction between his light-hearted message and the world he and these boys were actually living in. He became filled with regret, and he never really was the same.
Powell pursued some other writing opportunities after WWI, but he had a rough time of it. When the Second World War broke out and the song gained popularity with a new generation of fighters, you can imagine him grimacing. Now his song was going to be used to make light of more young men marching towards death.

In 1942, Powell, who had entered his town’s Home Guard, dressed himself in his uniform, took his assigned rifle, and aimed at his heart. It is a shocking mark of how much his experiences had impacted him, and perhaps how much regret had come to overshadow any level of success he had ever enjoyed.

I found this story to be deeply moving. Many entertainers, of course, have gone overseas to try to cheer up the troops. You never really think how that impacts those celebrities, though. How can you perform with joy and verve and cheer when you know that you are trying to raise peoples’ spirits who could be killed on the field? It puts war itself, as well as entertainment tied to war, into a very real, and oft overlooked, perspective.

#NaPoWriMo Drowning Dreams

April 10, 2017 1 Comment

gathering storm

gathering storm

The deck heaved and moaned under the pressure of the storm
No crew, no passengers, were brave enough to go outside
They felt a certain doom as the flooded staterooms forewarned
Death by drowning on the high seas, washing ashore with the tide
No lifeboat nor anchor remained to offer a chance of survival
Lost in the darkness, tossed by high winds, this ship awaits the arrival
Of the grimmest reaper of all, Neptune’s servants fish for treasure
Treacherous currents and winds aloft will assist with the desperate measure

Beware of dreams that drag you from your own familiar shore

Your stable secure feeling may be impossible to restore

Join writers all over the world creating poetry in the month of April. National Poetry Writing Month is for everyone.  Find some new material, or submit a piece of your own under the hashtags above, or at the #NaPoWriMo site.

 

#NaPoWriMo Veracity vs Mendacity

April 9, 2017 2 Comments

 

Cactus in bloom

Cactus in bloom

What happened to our capacity to judge complete dreck from veracity?
How low will we need to go before we recognize the well disguised foe?
Supporting wolves in sheep’s’ clothing will replace our peace with loathing
Pull the wool from over your eyes, look directly at the reasons they lie.

Please join poets from around the world to ride  the poetry train in April.  Read, write, recite, or compete in one of the many contests.  Check out the action here.

#NaPoWriMo Dystopia

April 9, 2017 1 Comment

Wall

Wall

My dystopian dream is all coming true
They are building a wall around the suburbs
And making them pay for it

Join the world for National as well as Global Poetry Writing month by following the above hashtags, reading, writing, reciting, or listening to poetry in April.  This celebration of all poets, accomplished or not happens each year and goes on all month.  You still have time to bust a rhyme. Check it out here.