Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
29 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: desolation
Desolation’s child
My eyes gray: misery’s shadow;
Dusk falls:lays waste the light;
Forlorn, alone, no hope,
Abandoned to the night.
Dusk falls: lays waste the light;
Touch, too, withdraws its stroke.
Awoke me, left, bereft.
Forlorn, alone, no hope,
Desolation’s child
Unprotected, riled.
Abandoned to the night
Tipple’s blight
Unbalanced, withered plight.
Find faith.
Jeanne Poland
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27 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Romancing the Wind
Another Video Poem which speaks a thousand words musically:
The Ultimate in Kite Flying.
Romancing the wind with 3 kites. . .
One kite is controlled by his right leg, the other two by his hands.
Ray Bethell, a resident of Vancouver, BC is one of the most famous kite flyers in the world. He controls three kites in a ballet set to “The Flower Duet.” When you see two tails together, he’s flying two of the kites next to each other. At about 3:00, all three are together. Notice at the end where he lays two of the kites down, one on top of the other and the third —- well, you just have to wait to see what he does with that one.
27 Oct 2012 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: rafter moans, spooks tones
THE RAFTERS FALL…
It pings and puffs
Great billowing muffs
Escaping ‘tween the bluffs!
It knocks and rocks the walls
The rafters fall
From large to small.
Spooks tones that talk and moan;
Whose whisper’s on the phone
That whines so all alone?
Jeanne Poland
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10/27/12
24 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: antipasto, custard, endless feast, food, greek food, intimate flavors, licorice, manhattans
Don is bread pudding
Fluffy and warm;
Molds to the box,
But crispy when worn.
Gino’s like pizza,
Exotic and fresh;
Take him to picnics
In Bangladesh!
John is a popsicle
Frozen and trim;
Bite him in bits
His taste to win.
Bob’s like thick licorice
Black chewy bites;
Savor the flavor:
Calligraphy nights!
Dad’s antipasto,
Appetizer Man
Served with Manhattans
And olives in can.
Owen’s an orgy
Of Greek food and fare;
Of skewers and custards
And feta-s somewhere.
Wrap them all up,
Sprinkle caterers throughout;
An endless feast make:
Leave out sauerkraut!
21 Oct 2012 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: cosmos, earth, God, infinite, infinitesimal, Misapprehending, science, spirituality
MISAPPREHENDING THE COSMOS
I thought the cosmos laid the foundation of the earth.
Misapprehended.
I thought the sun determined earth’s measurements.
Misapprehended.
I thought the stars sang together to lay earth’s cornerstone.
Misapprehended.
I thought birds stretched a line upon it.
Misapprehended.
I thought the heavenly beings shouted for joy.
Misapprehended.
I thought I could call the clouds to rain.
Misapprehended.
I thought I could call forth lightning.
Misapprehended.
Or tilt the water-skins of the heavens.
Missed it.
Or have understanding.
Missing.
Hunt the lions.
Crouch in their dens.
Satisfy their young.
Provide for the raven.
Mmmmm.
I misapprehended.
It was God…all along…Infinite
Not me….infinitesimal.
(see Job 38;1-7; 34-41)
Jeanne Poland
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19 Oct 2012 3 Comments
NINE JACK-O-LANTERNS
Ten jack-o-lanterns sitting on the step
One rolled over and the others crept;
Nine jack-o-lanterns lit up from inside
One smoked out and the others sighed;
Eight jack-o-lanterns pointy teeth displayed
One fell off and the others stayed;
Seven jack-o-lanterns noses all
One was huge and the others small;
Six jack-o-lanterns smelled like pie
One like barbecue squash deep-fry;
Five jack-o-lanterns winked their eye
One wept tears of seeds and dye;
Four jack-o-lanterns tipped their hats
One dropped his upon the mat;
Three jack-o-lanterns sported paint
One refused and cried:”I ain’t!”
Two jack-o-lanterns said: “That’s wrong!”
One should say: “I won’t!”
One jack-o-lantern shouted all night:
“I won’t! I won’t! I won’t!”
Jeanne Poland
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18 Oct 2012 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Bloody, cobblestones, greek language, spitting spider, sucking
ionic a minore
So we take the Greek language and squish its cadence into English, omit rhyme and limit syllables!
I hear horseshoes on cobblestones cantering: da da DA DA..
BLOODY SUCKING
17 Oct 2012 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: dripping blood, ghoul, orange moon, Pumpkin, witch
BITE MARKS ON MY PUMPKIN
Was it green faced witch-y teeth?
Or brazen vampire breath?
Skeleton’s bony jaws’ gummed points?
Or ghouls’ last biting death?
Was it spider’s webby silk?
Or bats’ wings seared to coal?
Was it dagger’s dripping blood
That carved those bite marks whole?
Pumpkin knows who bit him quick
Pierced his orange shell;
Sitting there like orange moon
He’s likely NOT to tell!
Jeanne Poland
(inspired by Joy and Catherine)
16 Oct 2012 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: boast, clapped, Pumpkins, roast, squashes, toast
Pumpkins and Squashes
Pumpkins gathered in the field
to roast and toast and boast;
Then squashes came to cheer them on:
The acorns clapped the most!
To roast and toast and boast
’bout whose spice smelled the best:
nutmeg, sugar, cinnamin zest?
Then squashes came to cheer them on:
Butternut, gourds, and zucc’s
With marinade upon their dukes.
The acorns clapped the most!
with butter melted quick
between their golden licks!
Yum! Yum!
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Jeanne Poland
13 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: ATV, bikes, outdoors, safety bars, skateboards, transportation, tricks
At one, I get around …
On ATV, through the woods with squirrels, foxes, bears;
On mountain bikes with free stylers’twists and airs,
On skateboards with their “pop and shove-it” pairs.
Oliver owns the ATV
Oliver sets off for free wheeling
Let’s try a “pop-shove-it”
Jeanne Poland
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Thank you to Joy Acey for the prompt.
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