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National Poetry Month 2011


http://savvyverseandwit.com/2011/03/national-poetry-month-blog-tour-2011.html

National Poetry Month Blog Tour 2011

by SERENA on MARCH 27, 2011

The National Poetry Month Blog Tour in 2010 was so successful, I thought I’d host another one for my readers and for new readers as well.

This year, I wanted to do something a little bit different. Rather than just simply direct you to participant’s posts on their own blogs, I also wanted to solicit some guest posts from poets and poetry publishers for the tour, which would be featured on Savvy Verse & Wit. Additionally, I’d love to feature some guest reviews of poetry collections for the blog as well, since I’m a new mother these days.

If you’re interested in providing a guest review, guest post, or simply being part of the tour, please email me with a specific topic and date in mind, and I will put you on the schedule and accommodate your date choice as best I can. Email savvyverseandwit AT gmail.

Anyone can jump on the tour at any time and put their permanent url for their post in the Mr. Linky at the beginning of the month.



http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/406

Celebrate national Poem In Your Pocket Day on Thursday, April 14, 2011!

Poem In Your Pocket Day has been celebrated each April in New York City since 2002. Each year, city parks, bookstores, workplaces, and other venues burst with open readings of poems from pockets. Even the Mayor gets in on the festivities, reading a poem on the radio. For more information on New York City’s celebration, visit nyc.gov/poem.

Highlights from past Poem In Your Pocket Dayevents.

Poems have been stowed in pockets in a variety of ways, from the commonplace books of the Renaissance to the pocket-sized publications for Army soldiers in World War II. Have a story about the marriage of the poem and the pocket?

The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends.

Poems from pockets will be unfolded throughout the day with events in parks, libraries, schools, workplaces, and bookstores. Create your own Poem In Your Pocket Day event using ideas below

In this age of mechanical and digital reproduction, it's easy to carry a poem, share a poem, or start your own PIYP day event. Here are some ideas of how you might get involved:

Start a "poems for pockets" give-a-way in your school or workplace
Urge local businesses to offer discounts for those carrying poems
Post pocket-sized verses in public places
Handwrite some lines on the back of your business cards
Start a street team to pass out poems in your community
Distribute bookmarks with your favorite immortal lines
Add a poem to your email footer
Post a poem on your blog or social networking page
Project a poem on a wall, inside or out
Text a poem to friends
Help us expand the list:

 or let us know how your plans, projects, and suggestions for Poem In Your Pocket Day by emailing npm@poets.org.
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Fool's journal


The Earth screams
People die before their time
Or never get much life
Species die, their music silenced
Crazy theories of wealth
belie obligation or simple seeing
the laws of consequence
Scream Earth!
Pierce the cosmos with your
terrible cry
Acid rain burning through gold
falls



A long and twisty journey
to find myself where I started
never having gone at all...


Half a Page of Scribbled Lines

Stone cottage
Enchanted fireplace flickers stories
old and new
Giants and waterfalls
Energy sprites in flight
casting luminescent nets
bewitched between.
Walk sedately
sweep for malevolent intent
subliminally aware
Psychic feelers
Unobtrusive surveillance
Brain shaking data bombardment
Tiny spinal fractures emit
memory, reason, the capacity to love.

Realities Doorway

Free to wander
all the stories that
could ever be,
choose the ones I
like the best
to tell myself
in sleepy morning
smiles.
The sacred doorway stands open
my little house surrounded
in gentle blue heaven.
Over landscape bold and bright
soft-hued bubbles
carry enchantment
voyage sirens call
blessed reefs of serenity
eternally
sea-washed
sparkle in play with sun-warmed
sands.
Dream on, to
interweave, to enhance
Outside my doorway
there are eternities more.


Over the Rainbow

New edge, over the rainbow
arches through iridescent swamp,
lush green
fantasies
mystic desert silken kissed
with poppy-killing snow.
Who do we ever really know?
Sins and shadows
Erupt like boils, or
volcanoes dormant for years,
Sardonic smiles:
"Caught you! Thought I was blind?
Or a fool! Can't catch me twice, with
one eye sleeping. My fury knows
no writs nor injunctions.
Take your medicine, writhe in
agony; lose integrity,
become a thing of poignant
beauty, limping off into bitter
days."
No defense. No glory.
I sneak through a crack in
the world.
Here in the center, we bake bread,
forge goldless treasure, sing
holy dreams into the ears of
misbegotten slaves.
Sometimes a song on the radio,
slipping through the airwaves,
tells us something true.
Sometimes I look at you,
and see a wondrous child,
rainbows shining in
wide-open dreaming eyes.


Listen to the heart of bliss.
Lie on open sand, smelling vibrance
under oceanic starlit sky
Breeze breathes eternity, opening
inward to see intricately
expansive poetry --
thought in magnificent splendor.
All art is magical; all magic is art.
Yet they are not the same, and part
of a grander landscape.


empire

Standing askew as the inexorable boot commands
squeezing out gems, polished and pure.
Paid in bread and circuses.
Bathed in raw entitlement
dreams of ravaging, raping at will
drinking bright blood doped with
ecstatic thrill
casting lot that promised reward
be assured.
Cold, this world.
Shadow sans Sun.
Listless lapping at sparkling carbonation.
Sinking below matter and form
into terror stories;
taking warmth from smoldering coals.
As tomorrow continues today
your heart dissipates
dispersing pearls of wisdom.


She loved the world of screaming suns and malignant moons. It carried her emptiness into blazing symphonies that only she would dance within. In quiet dreams it pleased her to believe she sought another. None would appear with the grace to dance just so, to harmonize her music.


Evolution, Conscious Divinity sending out bolts of energy and matter and saying: "Let there be life!" Whatever. Just blind moths in the darkness burning for the light.


It's so cruel
all you learn in school
is mocking behavior
reciting the rule
not that life's there to savor
for the free playful fool


Neptune's Fool

I burst my bubble daily
just to feel the pain
I paint my face up gaily
to melt out in the rain
My bag of tricks is magic
But no one calls to buy
I wish my life were tragic
Horrendously awry
That would explain my sad refrain
so bravely strong, heroic
a saint, stately and stoic
But in truth I'm just a bum
the very lowest sum
of higher expectations.
So, elbow up and drown in
my libations
(salutations, obviously optional).
It's not that I'm exceptional
(what a wrench that was to say)
but that the conventional
I label reprehensible
snake crawls into my Freudian
super-nanny state
No longer can I deny reliance
on strangers of kindness who never stick around.
So please, kindly grant to me,
feed my sustaining fantasy,
Hear me, and answer: "How profound!"


A Fool I've been
walking behind visions
cringing from derision
seeking solace from a merry Moon
too soon gone old
Checking back on follies
sticking pins in pain -- jolly?
no, morose, cold ...
Harridan crone
Have my wanderings sown
no happy harvest, no cozy home?
Snuggling into punishing remorse
"You knew you should have run a better course!"
"You know you deserve to be alone."
Is that true? Am I the Fool careening
down the precipice,
broken, no meaning;
is this my hapless fate?
Or my self-hate insisting I mistake
a journey for a goal?
A Fool can be a cherished, merry soul
dancing the golden mountain trail
reveling in freezing rain and snow
tasting the bite without bitterness
This I know


April 1, 2011

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Hi libra,

I'm particularly partial to Neptune's Fool. The first stanza made me laugh, and in the second stanza, I note a winnowing self-analysis on the N's part.
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Neptune's Fool is a stand-out for me also, "walking behind visions/cringing from derision"
Brave writing, Libra.

Wish I had the NaPo bug. Thanks for posting this.

Chris
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