Jeanne’s caricatures of :
Jacob Arthen (grandfather)
Magdalena Arthen (grandmother)
Margaret Arthen DeLoca (mother)
Willie Grant (as spiderman)
caricatures
15 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in caricatures, Poetry Tags: caricatures, Magdalena and Jacob Arthen, Margaret Arthen-DeLoca, Willie Grant as spiderman
footprints on my chest
14 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in footprints on my chest, Poetry Tags: 2012, all rights, bus stations, by Marge Piercy, clean and new, come down hard, Delicate, fall warblers, footprints on my chest, heavy, Jeanne Poland, Leave Dance Prints, lingering, made by hand, moving men who break dishes, others just move in, Others leave you flat with footprints on your chest, perfume of peonies, poem, scars remaining, sensual, striking falcon, sweet mussy scent of cosmosso, The visible and the invisable, touch you so likely
The visible and the in-
by Marge Piercy
Some people move through your life
like the perfume of peonies, heavy
and sensual and lingering.
Some people move through your life
like the sweet musky scent of cosmos so
delicate if you sniff twice, it’s gone.
Some people occupy your life
like moving men who cart off
couches, pianos and break dishes.
Some people touch you so lightly you
are not sure it happened. Others leave
you flat with footprints on your chest.
Some are like those fall warblers
you can’t tell from each other even
though you search Petersen’s.Some come down hard on you like
a striking falcon and the scars remain
and you are forever wary of the sky.We all are waiting rooms at bus
stations where hundreds have passed
through unnoticed and others
have almost burned us down
and others have left us clean and new
and others have just moved in.
“The visible and the in-” from MADE IN DETROIT by Marge Piercy. Published by Alfred A. Knopf. Copyright © 2015 by Marge Piercy. Used by permission of The Wallace Literary Agency, a division of Robin Straus Agency, Inc.
I’m in love with a priest again…
12 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in I'm in love with a priest again..., Poetry Tags: All my Mother Superiors, and make my juices flow, and times transverse, Dr Nussbaum, Father John, fillme with Living Word, give voice to prayers, holiness grabs me, I'm in love with a priest again..., lest they wither/wane, lustrous grace like rain, male or female?, Mother Eilee, Mother Eileen Steiglaz, Mother Marie Louise, my mission conferred, prophets grab me, scholars light my mind, songand verse, soothes my arid roots, Sr Eugene Therese, Sr Rose, stories grab my heart, the people of Christ Church, Wisdom and the Spirit's gifts
Mother Eileen Weglarz
holiness grabs me
male or female, prophets grab me
scholars light my mind;
give voice to prayers-and
make my juices flow!
scholars light my mind
fill it with Living Word;
Wisdom and the Spirit’s gifts :
my mission conferred.
give voice to prayers
in song and verse;
stories grip my heart
and times traverse.
make my juice flow
lustrous grace like rain
soothes my arid roots
lest they wither/wane.
thank you to:
Sr Eugenie Therese
Sr Rose
Dr Nussbaum
Mother Marie Louise
Mother Eileen
Father John
All my Mother Superiors
the people of Christ Church
old poem vs new poem
11 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in old poem vs new poem, Poetry Tags: Batman in 2010, disguised in the night, modeling to be designed as a caricature, old poem vs new poem, Spiderman in 2020, the look of command, waiting for the searchlight in the sky
Batman in 2010
waiting for the search light in the sky
disguised in the night
Spiderman in 2020
the look of command
modeling to be designed as a caricature
put on a happy face
10 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, put on a happy face Tags: a channel of creativity, a strickland explosion, friendliness campaign, Harvey Ball, lefter of the left eyebrow, master of photo framing, not a money-driven guy, put on a happy face, the breathing soft, the disgonaltilt, the eyelids relaxed
master of photo framing
lifter of the left eyebrow
the diagonal tilt
the eye lids relaxed
the breathing soft
a channel of creativity
a strickland explosion
Today is the birthday of the man who designed the ubiquitous “Smiley Face,” Harvey Ball, born in Worcester, Massachusetts, in 1921.
He was co-owner of an advertising and public relations firm in Worcester in 1963, and when two insurance companies went through an unfriendly merger, he was hired to create a “friendliness campaign” to ease tensions between resentful workers. He thought of the color yellow, which is cheerful, and drew a circle with a smiling mouth inside. That wouldn’t do, though, because if you looked at it upside down, it looked like a frown; he added eyes and the Smiley was born. “There are two ways to go about it,” he told the Associated Press. “You can take a compass and draw a perfect circle and make two perfect eyes as neat as can be. Or you can do it freehand and have some fun with it. Like I did. Give it character.”
He was paid $45 for the design, and the first order was for 100 buttons. Within just a few months, they were selling by the millions. He never tried to copyright the design or expressed any regrets over not getting a cut of the profits, according to his son. “He wasn’t a money-driven guy. He used to say, ‘Hey, I can only eat one steak at a time.'”
(I’m not money driven either.)
Grand Grants & Great Grands
09 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: grand grands, great Grants, pattern
transparent
07 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, transparent Tags: a transparent window, fashions lead the way to see, Hurrah for lip reading, in an age of masks, the deaf, to read better, transparancy, transparent
are my eyes always the windows of my soul?
or is a transparent window a way to read better for the deaf?
Hurrah for lip reading!
in an age of masks
fashions lead the way to see
transparency
from the little ones…
05 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in from the little ones, Poetry Tags: 'neath the aura of Agnes, extended family, from the little ones, Japanese, Jeanne, Logan, solidarity, the social unit, Willie
from Willie to Logan to Jeanne
‘the social unit
‘neath the aura of Agnes
solidarity (Japanese)
the social unit
extended family
have patience and indulgence toward the people…
04 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in have patience and indulgence toward the people, Poetry Tags: and with mothers, argue not about God, arouse men to burst the chains, forever refresh our rightshave a devotion to them, give alms, go with uneducated, greet men, have patience and indulgence toward the people, labor, love, This is what you shall do, Thomas Jefferson, Walt Whitman
This is what you shall do…
This is what you shall do
by Walt Whitman
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
“This is what you shall do…” by Walt Whitman, from the preface of Leaves of Grass. Public domain.
Jefferson turned down a request to appear at the 50th anniversary celebration in Washington, D.C.; it was the last letter he ever wrote, and in it he expressed his hope for the Declaration of Independence:
“May it be to the world, what I believe it will be … the signal of arousing men to burst the chains … and to assume the blessings and security of self-government. […] All eyes are opened, or opening, to the rights of man. … For ourselves, let the annual return of this day forever refresh our recollections of these rights, and an undiminished devotion to them.”
sleeping
03 Jul 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry, sleeping Tags: Billy Collins, defending in all degrees, every night, facing the other way, hotel room, listening for hoof beats in the ground, Sleeping on my side, sleeping or praying, the East I ignore, theatres and silverware, turn my back on half the world, where I am, you are there
sleeping or praying?
Sleeping on My Side
by Billy Collins
Every night, no matter where I am
when I lie down, I turn
my back on half the world.
At home, it’s the east I ignore,
with its theatres and silverware,
as I face the adventurous west.
But when I’m on the road
in some hotel’s room 213 or 402
I could be pointed anywhere,
yet I hardly care as long as you
are there facing the other way
so we are defended in all degrees
and my left ear is pressing down
as if listening for hoof beats in the ground.
“Sleeping on My Side” by Billy Collins. Permission by Chris Calhoun Agency, © Billy Collins, from his collection Whale Day and Other Poems
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