National Poetry Month 2011 https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/t1253 Runboard| National Poetry Month 2011 en-us Thu, 28 Mar 2024 16:06:18 +0000 Thu, 28 Mar 2024 16:06:18 +0000 https://www.runboard.com/ rssfeeds_managingeditor@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds managing editor) rssfeeds_webmaster@runboard.com (Runboard.com RSS feeds webmaster) akBBS 60 Re: National Poetry Month 2011https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8450,from=rss#post8450https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8450,from=rss#post8450Neptune'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. Chrisnondisclosed_email@example.com (Christine98)Sat, 02 Apr 2011 10:02:59 +0000 Re: National Poetry Month 2011https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8448,from=rss#post8448https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8448,from=rss#post8448Hi 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. nondisclosed_email@example.com (Katlin)Fri, 01 Apr 2011 20:58:27 +0000 Fool's journalhttps://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8440,from=rss#post8440https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8440,from=rss#post8440The 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 nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Thu, 31 Mar 2011 21:41:45 +0000 National Poetry Month 2011https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8432,from=rss#post8432https://bdelectablemnts.runboard.com/p8432,from=rss#post8432http://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.nondisclosed_email@example.com (libramoon)Wed, 30 Mar 2011 23:48:38 +0000