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#NaPoWriMo Guilt Trip
April 24, 2017
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love of the environment
I find that after a weekend away that I am far behind
In my goal to write a poem each day in April this year
Instead of writing poems I left my home and daily grind
To drive in the desert and sleep where I could not hear
A single sound in the night while wildlife crept around
A tiny slice of pristine wilderness preserved for the future
tools of the trade
Join the poetry party all month at #NaPoWriMo website, or by following the hashtags on social media. Read, write, recite , enter contests, and find new poets. Somehow today I will catch up by writing two more poems. Then my guilt will be gone.
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#NaPoWriMo The Most Famous Ignoramus
April 21, 2017
When history is reviewed in full and we need to name us
The most outrageous public acts throughout the ages
Time will tell who will become the most famous ignoramus
Each era sees the living proof politics are a scary spoof
Only in retrospect will we be able to judge all presidents
Warriors, princes, rebels and kings against all other things
thorny issue
thorny issue
My poem today is inspired by a letter written by Jean-Paul Sartre that contains wisdom I appreciate written in a way I adore:
My dear,
There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours.
Look back, look forth, look close, there may be more prosperous times, more intelligent times, more spiritual times, more magical times, and more happy times, but this one, this small moment in the history of the universe, this is ours.
And let’s do everything with it. Everything.
Falsely yours,
Jean-Paul Charles Aymard Sartre
Read other poetry at the #NaPoWriMo site and on social media by using these hashtags: Enjoy this month long celebration by finding new poets.
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#NaPoWriMo Tides of Change
April 19, 2017
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Pacific Ocean
The ebb and flow of oceans and blood
Follow the seasons and phases of the moon
We are created by heaven’s whimsical mood
Educated by stars and riptides we are surfing soon
Riding the waves with ease and graceful flow
Is all a matter of sensing the power from below
Pacific Ocean
Read, write, celebrate National Poetry Writing Month in April. Join us at the #NaPoWriMo site to find new material or submit some of your own.
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#NaPoWriMo Future Yields
April 18, 2017
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farm
While the millstone grinds the grain
The farmer is planting another field
Taking gamble that he will gain
When the harvest reveals his yield
His land is full of rocks and clay
He plowed by hand the garden soil
His seeds are saved for the day
The moon phase will bless his toil
He follows old traditions learned from the past
Then he hopes for survival, prays his work will last
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Join poets all month for #NaPoWriMo. Read, write, recite, and discover new poems by following the hashtags, and checking the official site, here. Many contests and special events are planned during this special month.
#WeekendCoffeeShare Tomato Tea Party
April 15, 2017
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Tomato Bunny
Tomato Bunny
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
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
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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)
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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
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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
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#GloPoWriMo
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
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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
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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
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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
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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!!
#NaPoWriMo Veracity vs Mendacity
April 9, 2017
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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.
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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.
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