Posts tagged ‘poets corner’

January 28, 2020

Too Anything

by HemmingPlay

She said it was too hot,
too slow,
too fat,
too skinny,
too long,
too short,
too near,
too far,
too messy,
too loose,
too tight,
too much,
too little,
too soon,
too late.

We were too drunk. Too stoned. Then, in the afternoon,
too sober.

But it was not, and never would be, too anything.
Except, maybe, too unkind.

January 28, 2020

School of the Electric Fence

by HemmingPlay

Photo by Richard Calmes

I suppose I knew this,
once upon a time,
but love is a little like
the electric fence I used to
crawl through to get to the woods.

You have to be cautious, not timid.

(I wouldn’t go so far as to agree with
Crosby when he said being with Joni was
like falling into a cement mixer.)

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January 26, 2020

Grief Journey

by HemmingPlay

 

Loss and pains.
though just part of living…
set us apart,
others didn’t understand.
But we knew. We just knew. 

We wrapped ourselves 
in each other’s griefs,
grateful to need no explanations,, 
understanding without words;
afraid of more losses
(can I go through that again?) 
resisting pain, 
change and the unknown.

January 17, 2020

Lost to time passing

by Jem Croucher

In a small corner I curl
turning pages, I am lost to imagination
oblivious to time passing
minutes meld to hours
And this time is mine
Absorbing words from far away minds
Caught in that beautiful moment
when words caress my soul
with a comfort wholly realised

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January 5, 2020

How To Write Poetry

by HemmingPlay
wisaawa-szymborskaAdvice for blocked writers and aspiring poets from a Nobel Prize winner’s newspaper column. 

INTRODUCTION

From: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/articles/detail/68657

In the Polish newspaper Literary Life, Nobel Prize winning poet Wislawa Szymborska answered letters from ordinary people who wanted to write poetry. Clare Cavanagh, translates these selections.


The following are selections from columns originally published in the Polish newspaper
Literary Life. In these columns, famed poet Wislawa Szymborska answered letters from ordinary people who wanted to write poetry. Translated by Clare Cavanagh.

To Heliodor from Przemysl: “You write, ‘I know my poems have many faults, but so what, I’m not going to stop and fix them.’ And why is that, oh Heliodor? Perhaps because you hold poetry so sacred? Or maybe you consider it insignificant? Both ways of treating poetry are mistaken, and what’s worse, they free the novice poet from the necessity of working on his verses. It’s pleasant and rewarding to tell our acquaintances that the bardic spirit seized us on Friday at 2:45 p.m. and began whispering mysterious secrets in our ear with such ardor that we scarcely had time to take them down. But at home, behind closed doors, they assiduously corrected, crossed out, and revised those otherworldly utterances. Spirits are fine and dandy, but even poetry has its prosaic side.”

To H.O. from Poznan, a would-be translator: “The translator is obliged to be faithful not only to the text. He must also reveal the full beauty of the poetry while retaining its form and preserving as completely as possible the epoch’s spirit and style.”

To Grazyna from Starachowice: “Let’s take the wings off and try writing on foot, shall we?”

To Mr. G. Kr. of Warsaw: “You need a new pen. The one you’re using makes a lot of mistakes. It must be foreign.”

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November 18, 2019

Her, Poetry

by Stephen

I do not write poems for her,
true,
she completes the poem.
Words cannot replace
her presence.
Emotions inspired
by our love
told by the twinkling
wealth of night.

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October 18, 2019

October dawned again

by Jem Croucher

10 of 12 in the Jemverse ‘October’ series

With rain today October dawned
Autumn’s finally here
but I’m grateful for the summer
which has brought us lots of cheer

Colder now the sun has gone
The green though still remains
The memory has yet to fade
The warmth still in my veins

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October 1, 2019

Puffy and Fluffy

by Colly

image from google search

autumn pile

 

 

 

Puffy and Fluffy have much to do.

 

Sometimes they want to play with you.

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September 24, 2019

Starsun II

by Jem Croucher

Leigh-on-Sea here in Essex
At the end of the day
The sun setting low in the West
Sitting with friends
On which one depends
This time of day is the best

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September 13, 2019

Korcula (aka ‘Korcula revisited’)

by Jem Croucher

10 of 12 in “the bucket list” series from Jemverse

To Korcula by tender
Inside the city wall
I climbed the tower of St Marks
some thirty metres tall

The view across the rooftops
full of terracotta red
took my breath away, although
the drop filled me with dread

But I made it back down safely
to walk streets of ancient stone
on this island in Croatia
Marco Polo once called home

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August 25, 2019

unending pain

by Colly

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August 25, 2019

Snazzy Calico Cavies

by Colly

image found on google search

cute brown cavy

 

 

 

(pg. 1)

 

Shimmy and Fimmy 

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August 24, 2019

I eat colorful fruit!

by Colly

 

 

Shutterstock image

 

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(pg. 1)

 

PURPLE

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July 19, 2019

Early Earl Grey – July 2019

by Colly

 

photo found on Shutterstock

Image result for shutterstock rain earl grey

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Curled and dry, large leaves glide effortlessly in a breeze as if to be at sea.

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July 15, 2019

Zazzy the Cavy – learning my colors

by Colly

photo found on google:

 

Related image

 

 

 

 

 

Pg. 1

 

I have a cavy.

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May 30, 2019

With Gold

by Jem Croucher

7 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

Got up early
Went for a wander
as the sun rose on Frogmore Lane
Retraced my steps
to the path on the hill
on my own and peaceful again

There were sheep in the field
looking at me
with a quizzical look on their face
Wondered I guess
what I was about
so early in this lovely place

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May 29, 2019

East Meon

by Jem Croucher

6 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

We climbed back up old Butser Hill
East Meon in the valley
Went west along the hill line
and we didn’t dilly-dally

Walked along the South Downs Way
past ‘Dead Woman’s Gate’
I slowed down a little then
but Dave, he didn’t wait

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May 28, 2019

The Long House

by Jem Croucher

5 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

In the garden out back of the Long House
sitting out here in the sun
The fragrance of jasmine strong in the air
now the early evening has come

It’s peaceful here and idyllic
and I’m so pleased we could return
Here in the East Meon valley
contentment swift to discern

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May 27, 2019

Guinea Pig nail clip – oh, no!

by Colly

 

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Marvin and Mauve need to clip their toes.

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May 27, 2019

An Alphabet Day

by Colly

clip-art photo

 

childs great

 

 

 

A IS FOR APPLE.
AND ANIMALS.
AND AN ASTRONAUT.

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May 26, 2019

Whimsy Spring

by Colly

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THE BUTTERFLY MET THE BEE.

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April 27, 2019

Colorful Calico Cavies

by Colly

personal photo

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Pg. 1 – 2

 

It’s breakfast Puffy and Fluffy.

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April 18, 2019

a token of love – haiku 

by Colly

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Grow flower – live.

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April 8, 2019

Our Allotment

by Jem Croucher

On our allotment
In the sun
Shadows caught
Whilst having fun
Strimming grass
We laugh and smile
Whilst planting stuff
For quite a while
For this is ours
This little plot
Where we will plant
And grow a lot

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April 6, 2019

What Comes Before Silence

by HemmingPlay

Death is not bitter
death is a silence
But dying is bitter.
Dying is hard.
With you,
it was the sound.

It was like drowning,
no detail spared,
in slow motion…

with metastases of cancer
that filled the lungs
and grew, sending out
ghastly spawn to live in bone

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April 4, 2019

Memories Over A Glass of Wine

by HemmingPlay

I Want To Dance with You_Kiku Xue

You weren’t my first summer girl—
But were the first one to take me over
Body and soul (and OK, I admit, it wasn’t all that hard to do)
But you are the one from the early days I remember

With only a few sharp regrets, since softened by time.

But also rises in me a wistful toast
To our being so young and eager, so serious, so clumsy,
So lost in hormones and music on the radio
Sitting on the lawn under a black sky sprinkled with stars,
Fumbling, clutching, giddy with freedom, while
Bullfrogs’ song charged the humid darkness with need.

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March 27, 2019

Form poetry – spring

by Colly

personal photo

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The sun is out.

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March 27, 2019

Splatter – Splash, Rain

by Colly

clip-art photo

kids in the rain

 

 

Pg. 1-2

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