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What?s in a Name? (poem)
2012-01-27 11:00:00 By the Ogden Nash-like Richard Armour: What shall we name the baby? What name if a boy, if a girl? If a girl, maybe Molly or Merla, If a boy, maybe Erik or Earl. Name if after a wealthy uncle, … Continue reading →
?On the New Year,? a poem of thanks from Ernest Dempsey
2011-12-31 21:15:00 Ernest Dempsey and I met in 2007 when he reviewed my book "Sightlines: A Poet's Diary" on TCM Reviews--Tami Brady's review site. Since then we've become writing friends across the waves. On Riehlife I've often referred to him as "Our Man in Pakistan." Have some fun reviewing the Riehlife archives that feature Ernest Dempsey's wit ...
Seasonal Security: A Poem
2011-12-29 08:48:00 It?s that time of year, for holiday cheer, to give of ourselves and ring in the New Year. But while you celebrate, please keep in mind, criminals and hackers are not far behind. Mobile malware is here; it?s increased since last year. Be sure to install mobile malware protection, so that you don?t receive an unwelcome infection. QR codes are barcodes consumers ...
Poem for the 99 Percent, by: Josh Healey
2011-11-18 14:18:00 Poem for the 99 Percent by: Josh Healey On Tuesday night, I was out on Sproul Plaza at UC Berkeley, with over 10,000 people reclaiming the space for OccupyCal. I was there to receive the Mario Savio Young Activist Award, which had been scheduled for the same night across the plaza inside Pauley Ballroom. But ...
By: News for Greens
Jason Becker: Poem and Painting by Gary Becker
2011-09-20 21:28:00 Frozen Dream Poem and Painting by Gary Becker Frozen Dream Your browser does not support iframes. Not Dead Yet site Face Book Page Book Tickets
Chicago Marathon training coming to and end: A poem
2011-09-19 17:36:00 This poem was sent to me by Leah Boerger, who came up with this on her last long run! Enjoy! Chicago Marathon Training is coming to an end And this is not the regular fundraising message, my friend I’d like to tell you about my last 16 weeks of preparation And why this trip to... Read more »
A Poem for Fr. John Corapi by Alberto Boccino
2011-06-21 15:00:00 HAPPY FATHER'S DAY, TO MY SPIRITUAL FATHER. 7 years ago, you replaced my dad just a few months after he died, and your faithful Catholic Teaching replaced my lukewarm catholic misinterpretations. This short poem is about the day in March when you first notified us of the Accusation:A DARK LENTEN DAYI remember exactly where I was, on that dark Lenten dayOne week after the Serpent, told the "Woman" what to say,Only on two occasions past, did my memory serve so wellThe day that JFK was shot, and when the Towers fell....
Shats for my Father - a poem
2011-06-15 12:42:00 By J L Samboma He thundered in promising change To shut Guantanamo, establish a new Jerusalem New beginings, he said, this off-colour Zionist But what we've got are more wars and bombs From a pretty boy adorning imperialism's ugly visage Raining big fat shats on his father’s land They question 9-11 and London’s 7-7 As they shower Armageddon on wog-land And lament pigeons coming home to bomb Skulduggery, hypocricy, fuckery Poof! there smokes my visa to Terror-ica Damn! this Boma ain't never gonna be a Bama But poor and impotent as we may be We sure ain't goin' be shafted by The Man In that place where the sun don't shine Share |
By: eBeefs
A Mother's Day Poem: something especially for the kids
2011-05-06 05:40:00 This is a Mother's Day-inspired poem in my first official collection of unpublished poetry. If any educators are reading this, here's a great last minute idea for your students; I'm sure they haven't gone shopping for their mothers yet.
poem: from jane gault – a reprise
2010-10-21 11:14:00 Inspired by “John Gault’s Radio Address” in Ayn Rand’s “Atlas Shrugged” I wrote this several years ago… I bring it forward to encourage a friend… and a reminder to myself that all is not well with the world. Because how you love life passionately is of a different heart. FROM JNET … ie JANE GAULT…. The last of my words I leave to those heros hidden in the world Held prisoner within the beauty of a soul unfurled Of virtue and desperate determination My friends in spirit, keep watch your border For lingering enemies await to bring disorder Hurling hatred upon a path of an honest life Where roads have been laid down with passionate invention and emotions To serve hungry nations of voracious appetites and notions And you are held by means of your endurance As your generousity extends to bear their sorrow and concerns Innocent of their sulfurous hearts as their mind burns A crack on the sidewalk disguishes Their evil in cries of despair And you...
By: jnetsworld
I Have Learned (Poem by Kathy Kane Hansen)
2010-06-27 16:15:00 I've learned - that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them. I've learned - that no matter how much I care, some people just don't care back. I've learned - that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it. I've learned - that it's not what you have in your life but who you have in your life that counts. I've learned - that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something. I've learned - that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can do. but to the best you can do. I've learned - that it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it. I've learned - that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life. I've learned - that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides. I've learned - that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. I've...
By: Enhance Life
Craig Erickson: tone poem tribute to Shawn Lane
2010-05-22 17:40:00 Thank You Shawn (solo electric guitar tribute to Shawn Lane
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Christmas Won?t Be Fun This Year: A Poem Written in Honor of Those Still Lo
2009-12-14 18:18:00 I had this idea for a poem about these missing children and their families: Haleigh, Shaniya, Hassani, Somer, and so many others past & present. You might find it trite, silly, or just plain dumb. It’s ok…I won’t care. It has been written for those who it WILL touch thier hearts & hopefully show that ...
A Different Kind of Christmas Poem
2009-12-09 00:12:00 A Different Kind of Christmas Poem The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic in rest. Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white, Transforming the yard to a winter delight. The sparkling lights in the tree ...
By: TexasFred's
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Civil War Poem: ?The Blue and the Gray,? by Francis Miles Finch
2009-08-31 20:29:00 Video of Francis Miles Finch reading “The Blue & the Gray” The Blue and the Gray by Francis Miles Finch By the flow of an inland river, When the fleets of iron have fled Where the blades of the grave grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead. Under the sod ...
Bad Poetry Day: can you write Chicago's worst poem?
2009-08-17 19:22:00 Photo/TorontoistBad Poetry Day is tomorrow! To celebrate, I'm asking you, readers dear, to write me the worst poem in Chicago. The worst! I mean a really, really crummy poem. It can be sappy, it can be cheesy, it can be funny, it can be all of the above just as long as it is a bad poem. I want the worst of the worst!...
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2009-07-17 13:16:00 ???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-????Tree, tree, why are you crooked?The heron perched on me.Heron, heron, why did you perch?To watch a fish.Fish, fish, why did you rise?Because the buffalo waded.Buffalo, buffalo, why did you wade?Because the herd beat me.Herd, heard, why did you beat?Because I was hungry for rice.Rice, rice, why weren't you boiling?Because the fire didn't blaze.Fire, fire, why didn't you blaze?Because the firewood was damp.Firewood, firewood, why were you damp?Because the rain rained.Rain, rain, why did you fall?Because the frog called.Frog, frog why did you call?Because I was thirsty.Little blackguard frog in the well under the ...
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A Present of Cheroots by Dr. Hla Pe
2009-07-06 15:57:00 ???????????????????????? ????????????????????? ????????????????????????? ???????????????????????????????-??????? ???????????????????????????????-???????????????????? ???????????????????????????????-???????????????????????????????-????????A PRESENT OF CHEROOTSAnonymousI did not buy them: with mine own hands I cut the fresh leaves.Without the aid of fire, unable to dry them in the sun,I had to keep them under my bed.They are for you to smoke.I nip them off near the pedicle with my front teeth.Sweet as none other are these tobacco-rolls.Without the aid of silk, but binding them with a single cotton thread,To my sweetheart since youth who is going to Golden AvaI send them as a present.Hla Pe???????????? ?????? ?????????? ?????????????? ??????? ??????????? ????????????????? ???????????? ????????????Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works. (Virginia Woolf)
Toddy-Climbing by Padethayaza
2009-07-05 16:06:00 TODDY-CLIMBINGBy Padethayaza (ob. A.D. 1754)????????? ??????????(????????????????????-)????????In the beginning of the hot weather, when haze rises,With his ladder and inseparable pot,His sharp knife stuck in his waist,To the tari buds and tari branches luxuriantly sprouting,With his seat slung from his shoulder he climbs.????????? ?????????? ???????????????? ??????????????????? ????????????? ??????????????? ?????????????????? ?????????????????? ???????????????? ???????????????Tari stalks and spreading tari leavesHe cuts and notches amain to win the first fresh tari juice.His loving wife collects the tari juice.He shouts and cries to his sons and grandsons and calls to the dogs and pigs.And, behold! a hare-net corded with tari-fibre.?????????????? ???????????????? ??????????????? ??????????????????? ?????????? ???????????????? ??????????????? ?????????????? ???????????????????????????????-??????The noise of calling resounds; men are clamorous;Dogs yelp, men yell; they strike and beat....
Poem in Pirene's Fountain
2009-06-23 02:23:00 This came out while I was traveling. I have a poem, "Late Night Jazz," in Pirene's Fountain, May 2009 (2:5).Check it out by clicking here.?Three Musicians, 1921? Pablo Picasso (reprinted in Pirene's ...
Kansas is just a concept (Sunday's Poem, 22)
2009-06-21 15:04:00 Reading Moby-Dick at 30,000 Feet by Tony HoaglandAt this height, Kansasis just a concept,a checkerboard design of wheat and cornno larger than the foldout sectionof my neighbor's travel magazine.At this stage of the journeyI would estimate the distancebetween myself and my own feelingsis roughly the same as the mileagefrom Seattle to New York,so I can lean back into the upholstered intervalbetween Muzak and lunch,a little bored, a little old and strange.I remember, as a dreamybackyard kind of kid,tilting up my head to watchthose planes engrave the skyin lines so steady and so straightthey implied the enormous concentrationof good men,but now my eyes flickerfrom the in-flight movieto the stewardess's pantyline,then back into my book,where men throw harpoons at somethingmuch bigger and probablybetter than themselves,wanting to kill it,wanting to see great clouds of blood eruptto prove that they exist.Imagine being born and growing up,rushing through the world for sixty yearsat ...
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I had trouble making up my mind. (Sunday's poem, 18).
2009-05-24 14:38:00 Cows In Art Class by Charles Bukowskigood weatheris likegood women-it doesn't always happenand when it doesit doesn'talways last.man ismore stable:if he's badthere's more chancehe'll stay that way,or if he's goodhe might hangon,but a womanis changedbychildrenagedietconvers-ationsexthe moonthe absence orpresence of sunor good times.a woman must be nursedinto subsistenceby lovewhere a man can becomestrongerby being hated._________________________-_______________________________-_Here's the poems I considered for today: Recessional, by Kipling, a couple by Dylan Thomas including Fern Hill, and then Hymn by Poe, before settling on Cows In Art Class, which I picked simply by title. Before I read it, I felt like maybe Bukowski and I would have something in common because he was writing about cows and I once wrote a song about cows, but my song was a lot happier and more upbeat than his poem.I also disagree with his conclusions. But it's a great poem.Also: I'm working on my own po...
This is what I REALLY learned in school (Sunday's Poem, 17)
2009-05-17 13:52:00 Why Latin Should Still Be Taught in High School by Christopher BurskBecause one day I grew so boredwith Lucretius, I fell in lovewith the one object that seemed to be stationary,the sleeping kid two rows up,the appealing squalor of his drooping socks.While the author of De Rerum Natura was making funof those who fear the steep way and lose the truth,I was studying the unruly hairs on Peter Diamond?s right leg.Titus Lucretius Caro labored, dactyl by dactylto convince our Latin IV class of the atomiccomposition of smoke and dew,and I tried to make sense of a boy?s ankles,the calves? intriguingresiliency, the integrity to the shank,the solid geometry of my classmate?s body.Light falling through blinds,a bee flinging itself into a flower,a seemingly infinite set of textsto translate and now this particular configuration of atomswho was given a name at birth,Peter Diamond, and sat two rows in front of me,his long arms, his legs that like Lucretius?s hexametersseemed to go on forever...
BONO POEM TO ELVIS ? AMERICAN DAVID
2009-05-12 14:16:00 Recurso: U2 FANLIFE Maana (13 de Mayo), en la BBC Radio 4 podremos escuchar, en su propia voz, el poema que Bono escribi sobre Elvis Presley en 1994, American David La grabacin tuvo lugar hace dos aos en Ten Alps (productora del amigo de Bono, Bob Geldof), y se incluyo en un reportaje radiofnico sobre ...
By: SAL U2 PODCAST
Mom, Thrice Over: (Sunday's Poem, 16)
2009-05-10 13:30:00 Poems About Moms!To My Mother by Christina RossettiTo-day's your natal day;Sweet flowers I bring:Mother, accept, I prayMy offering.And may you happy live,And long us bless;Receiving as you giveGreat happiness._____________________-_______________________________-_______________________Mother Doesn't Want a Dog by Judith ViorstMother doesn't want a dog.Mother says they smell,And never sit when you say sit,Or even when you yell.And when you come home late at nightAnd there is ice and snow,You have to go back out becauseThe dumb dog has to go.Mother doesn't want a dog.Mother says they shed,And always let the strangers inAnd bark at friends instead,And do disgraceful things on rugs,And track mud on the floor,And flop upon your bed at nightAnd snore their doggy snore.Mother doesn't want a dog.She's making a mistake.Because, more than a dog, I thinkShe will not want this snake._________________________-_______________________________-___________To My Mother by Robert Louis Ste...
BOOK: Intimate an Experience (2009)
2009-05-05 21:34:00 The new book and first edition of Intimate an Experience: An intimate experience that can change. Free distribution. Unexplained Patterns! Poetry. read more &raqu-o;
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The bumper cars would be by e e cummings. (Sunday's Poem 15)
2009-05-03 14:13:00 I felt a Funeral, in my Brain (280) by Emily DickinsonI felt a Funeral, in my Brain,And Mourners to and froKept treading ? treading ? till it seemedThat Sense was breaking through ?And when they all were seated,A Service, like a Drum ?Kept beating ? beating ? till I thoughtMy Mind was going numb ?And then I heard them lift a BoxAnd creak across my SoulWith those same Boots of Lead, again,Then Space ? began to toll,As all the Heavens were a Bell,And Being, but an Ear,And I, and Silence, some strange RaceWrecked, solitary, here ?And then a Plank in Reason, broke,And I dropped down, and down ?And hit a World, at every plunge,And Finished knowing ? then ?______________________________-______I was never a fan of Emily Dickinson's. I never got her, to be honest. But I'm still reading that August 4, 2008 edition of the New Yorker -- the New Yorker is the only magazine I actually read cover-to-cover -- and I got to an article that reviewed a book about Emily Dickinson, and that actu...
I'm feeling critical today: (Sunday's Poem 14)
2009-04-26 15:25:00 Playgrounds by Laurence Alma-TademaIn summer I am very gladWe children are so small,For we can see a thousand thingsThat men can't see at all.They don't know much about the mossAnd all the stones they pass:They never lie and play amongThe forests in the grass:They walk about a long way off;And, when we're at the sea,Let father stoop as best he canHe can't find things like me.But, when the snow is on the groundAnd all the puddles freeze,I wish that I were very tall,High up above the trees._________________________-___________I've been reading Shel Silverstein's "Where The Sidewalk Ends" to Mr F, three poems a night, usually, and I've come to a conclusion.Shel Silverstein is overrated.I had these memories of "Where The Sidewalk Ends" and knew that everyone loved it and remembered the good poems that everyone remembers, but when you read that whole book, beginning to end, you come up with this: A lot of the poems are junk. They don't have rhythm, they're not very clever,...
"Imaginary blogs with real poets in them." (Sunday's Poem 13)
2009-04-19 15:10:00 Poetry by Marianne Moore I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyondall this fiddle.Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, onediscovers init after all, a place for the genuine.Hands that can grasp, eyesthat can dilate, hair that can riseif it must, these things are important not because ahigh-sounding interpretation can be put upon them but becausethey areuseful. When they become so derivative as to becomeunintelligible,the same thing may be said for all of us, that wedo not admire whatwe cannot understand: the batholding on upside down or in quest of something toeat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tirelesswolf undera tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horsethat feels a flea, the base-ball fan, the statistician--nor is it validto discriminate against "business documents andschool-books"; all these phenomena are important. One must mak...
Wishing All This Week At Windows (Sunday's Poem 12)
2009-04-12 13:44:00 Do You Want Affidavits?by: Carl Sandburg (1878-1967)There's a hole in the bottom of the sea.Do you want affidavits?There's a man in the moon with money for you.Do you want affidavits?There are ten dancing girls in a sea-chamber off Nantucket waiting for you.There are tall candles in Timbuctoo burning penance for you.There are--anything else?Speak now--for now we stand amid the great wishing windows--and the law says we are free to be wishing all this week at the windows.Shall I raise my right hand and swear to you in the monotone of a notary public? this is "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."________________________-_______________________________-_____An "affidavit" is a sworn statement. This is the first, and only, poetic use of the word "affidavits" I've ever seen.True fact: Over 1/2 of the lawyers I talk to use the word "affi-david." As though you're swearing out a Dave.
A juice box, and incense sticks (Sunday's Poem, 11)
2009-03-29 19:41:00 Zozo-ji by Dana Levin Buddhist temple, Tokyo One cry from a lone bird over a misted riveris the expression of grief, in Japanese. Let womendo what they need. And afterwards knit a red cap, pray?In long rows, stone children in bibs and hats, the smell of pine and cooled earth?It was a temple for the babied dead. I found it via the Internet.Where they offered pinwheels and bags of sweetsfor the aborted ones, or ones who'd lived but not enough?Moss-smell, I can project there.Azaleas pinking the water.When her lord asked her again how it died, she said As an echo off the cliffs of Kegon. ?ukiyo: in Japanese it sounds like "Sorrowful World"winds trying to hold each other in silken robeswhat in English sounds like "Floating World"a joke on the six realms in which we tarrywhat they called the "Sorrowful World": wheel made of winds trying to cling to each other ? A ...
Adjustable Love At The Zoo Times Two: (Sunday's Poem #10)
2009-03-22 16:48:00 At the Zoo by William Makepeace ThackerayFirst I saw the white bear, then I saw the black;Then I saw the camel with a hump upon his back;Then I saw the grey wolf, with mutton in his maw;Then I saw the wombat waddle in the straw;Then I saw the elephant a-waving of his trunk;Then I saw the monkeys—mercy, how unpleasantly they smelt!_________________________-_______________________________-________It is a little-known fact about me that I know all the words to "At The Zoo" by Paul Simon. Here are the lyrics, and that song:Someone told meIts all happening at the zoo.I do believe it,I do believe its true.Its a light and tumble journeyFrom the east side to the park;Just a fine and fancy rambleTo the zoo.But you can take the crosstown busIf its raining or its cold,And the animals will love itIf you do.Somethin tells meIts all happening at the zoo.The monkeys stand for honesty,Giraffes are insincere,And the elephants are kindly butTheyre dumb.Orangutans are skepticalOf changes in their...
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