Tag Archives: POETRY

John Timmons – December 12th, 2014

For a man is a moment like rain on a mid-summer day a white blinding Nor’easter the paintbrush of autumn and burst buds of the spring lilac tree Or a man is a moment like the flash of volcano washing … Continue reading

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POETRY: Checking in at the Halfway Mark

With the first half of National Poetry Month gone by, thought I’d check in with the folks at Poemaddiction among my picking up poetic inspiration at fictionaut and at other spots along the way together with some of my favorite … Continue reading

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POETRY: April’s National Poetry Month Catchup

Day #8 of Poem Addiction Enjoy a new poem each day of April by each of several talented poets!

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POETRY: National Poetry Month

As I’ve said on Facebook and twitter, “write a poem, read a poem, live a piece of poetry every day.” Not just in April, but every day as the mood strikes. Visit the poetry blogs of your lyrical friends, take … Continue reading

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POETRY: Father and Child

Beyond the white cotton wings at the window over the sink where I stand, like a heron single-legged, balanced, the lawn rolls away in a tangled grass sea. Last autumn’s yellow dry skeleton fingers protecting the new, the green, the … Continue reading

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POETRY & REALITY?: Poets are Creative, not Stupid.

And so I would have expected a more creative approach from the Academy of American Poets in their search for gold (that’s metaphor for offering membership to get funding). Dear Friend, Today it gives me great pleasure to invite you … Continue reading

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POETRY: Alzheimer’s III

I count the years again on fingers she can cling to and tell her, though the answer is the same it was an empty space of time ago. She asks about the children “Whose?” I ask “I don’t know,” she … Continue reading

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POETRY: Inspiration

aka “Who put a quarter in the machine?” Hush! Wait, did a poet just die? slipping into my soul ink bleeding on paper as a last chance attempt to sing? Does the Muse who handles mishandling of words shake in … Continue reading

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POETRY: Goodbye

How do you say goodbye in Spanish? Seeking from the rolling r’s a pillow for the words, syllables that trill and spill like petals falling from a rose. How do you say goodbye en español? or for that matter, French?

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NEW MEDIA: Poetry

No wonder not even friends will comment on my posted poetry; I’m just not with the program of contemporary tastes: Poem for Randy Prunty by James Saunders. The next one, Sports, Part I, by Ken Goldsmith started while I’m writing … Continue reading

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LITERATURE: A Sign of The Times

This article in the The Chronicle Review on Poets’ Puffery is just too funny and maybe too sadly true. Worse however, it seems to extend beyond poetry and literature to all areas of man’s life and accomplishments. I particularly liked … Continue reading

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POETRY: Mating of Matter

Bad relationships are made of opposites of nature The way the sun smiles shining on an ice crystal Who sparkles with reflected love but soon weeps And lost in Sun’s embrace, disappears.

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POETRY: Wherefrom comes love?

Wherefrom comes love? On ballerina satin toes or earthy lumberjack boots dazzling as the snowflake on a sunny day or heated up to blaze the forest black; However is an answer but the question still: Wherefrom comes love?

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POETRY: Moodset

I hate it; that clouds control the day evenas the fiery sun burns just beyond. Grey tulle shares more than colorwith ice cold steel. Yet which is strongerto the touch of fingertips? I hate it; that clouds control the day. Continue reading

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