12 Sep 2019
by jeannepoland
in How do I Love You?, Poetry
Tags: as much as I miss my saints, better after death, candlelight, everyday's most quiet need, freely, How do I Love You?, Let me count the ways, passionately, purely, smiles, tears, The ends of ideal grace, the height my soul can reach, with childhood faith, with my breathe
Don in 1988
Sonnet 43: How do I love thee, let me count the ways
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
11 Sep 2019
by jeannepoland
in Generations, Poetry
Tags: breathing through nose, energy inheritance, flowing hair, Generations, Jeanne, Lena, lips pursed for discernment, Margaret, mudra, relaxed eye lids, the current passed on
energy inheritance
mudra
flowing hair
relaxed eye lids
breathing through nose
lips pursed for discernment
the current passed on
Lena
Margaret
Jeanne
09 Sep 2019
by jeannepoland
in Mrs God Knew, Poetry
Tags: And yet, Consider the Lillies, entitled to our preferences, I prefer circles to lines, lacking definition, like a sheet of steel, liked earth better back then, low clouds, Mrs God Knew, non-organic pain, shortening of stride, sit quietly, The Bright Side, weariness
The Bright Side
by Connie Wanek
God was getting old,
but he’d been this way forever,
Mrs. God said. He always claimed
he liked Earth better “back then.”
“It’s hard, I know.”
She sat beside him,
just beyond the water’s reach.
“I prefer circles to lines,” said God.
“Well,” she half-smiled,
“We are all entitled to our preferences.”
What was age but weariness?
A shortening of the stride,
non-organic pain, low clouds
that lacked definition, but not duration,
like a sheet of steel.
Best to sit quietly, Mrs. God knew,
because very soon he would say,
“And yet…”
“The Bright Side” by Connie Wanek from Consider the Lilies: Mrs. God Poems. © Will o’ the Wisp Books, 2018.
07 Sep 2019
by jeannepoland
in Letting Jesus In..., Poetry
Tags: Buddy Holly, Criskets, dusty roads, Jesus likes to be outside, Jesus Plan for Buddy Holly, lantern, Letting Jesus In..., lilies, mustard crop, overshoes, Shari Wagner, sheep, sparrows, The Beatles, The farm wife turns off the TV evangelist by Shari Wagner, we will know a tree by its fruit, Western Bop
The farm wife turns off the TV evangelist
by Shari Wagner
The Jesus I grew up with
likes to be outside.
If he’s not fishing, he’s picking figs
or showing us his mustard crop.
He prefers dusty roads, the common sparrow,
and lilies of the field.
When he knocks on your door
holding a lantern, you know it’s time
to buckle on overshoes
and go with him to feed the sheep.
But this preacher, who looks straight
into the camera and claims he knows
Jesus, says what he wants
is for me to believe in him
so he can come inside.
That sounds shifty to me.
Like a wolf with his paws dipped in flour.
Jesus who heals the blind
said we will know a tree by its fruit.
“The farm wife turns off the TV evangelist” by Shari Wagner from The Farm Wife’s Almanac. © Dream Seeker Books, 2019
What was Jesus’ plan for Buddy Holly?
It’s the birthday of singer and songwriter Charles Hardin “Buddy” Holly, born in Lubbock, Texas, in 1936. By the age of 13, Holly was playing what he called “Western Bop” at local clubs. He was 19 when an agent discovered him and signed him to a contract with Decca records. The following year, Holly returned to Lubbock and, with three friends, formed The Crickets, who then released “That’ll Be the Day,” which sold more than a million copies. Buddy Holly’s career was short: He died in February of 1959 in a plane crash in northern Iowa. Soon after, an English band that admired The Crickets decided to call themselves The Beatles.
05 Sep 2019
by jeannepoland
in Poetry, Risk-taking Discoveries
Tags: above the clouds is no oxygen, and friend to save my life, balloon, freezing, Henry Coxwell, James Glaisher, lack of oxygen, no heat, only teeth to hold the rope, release line in teeth, Risk-taking Discoveries, up, up inthe air
Up, up in the air
above the clouds
is no oxygen
no heat
only teeth to hold the rope…
and friend to save my life!
James Glaisher and Henry Tracey Coxwell broke the world record for altitude on this date in 1862. Glaisher was a British meteorologist, and he wanted to investigate what happened to water vapor at different altitudes. The country had just been through a period of extended drought, and there was much interest in studying rain in particular, and weather in general. In order to get high enough into the atmosphere, Glaisher needed to go up in a balloon. That’s where Coxwell came in. The son of a naval officer, he was an avid and accomplished balloonist as well as a scientist. He built a balloon especially for Glaisher’s project: it was 55 feet wide and 90 feet high. The men and their instruments rose steadily, but they were unprepared for what they would experience above the clouds. At an altitude of five miles, Coxwell started to feel short of breath, and Glaisher had trouble reading his instruments. At 29,000 feet, Glaisher lost consciousness from lack of oxygen, and the balloon continued to drift higher — they later estimated that it rose to 37,000 feet before Coxwell was able to release gas from the balloon and bring the balloon back to earth. Barely conscious himself, with his hands turning black from the extremely cold temperatures, he pulled the release line with his teeth.
03 Sep 2019
by jeannepoland
in Geneen's Memes, Poetry
Tags: affection, blessing, every second, Geneen Roth, Geneen's Memes, impossible, Krupalu, MA, Monday, pay attention to sights, sharing 4, smells, soul time, sounds, the riot of life, transformation, Workshop
I am going to a workshop with Geneen at Krupalu in MA .
Once you have studied with Geneen,
you automatically get these memes each Monday.
Wanted to share 4 with you.
01 Sep 2019
by jeannepoland
in di-vine, Poetry
Tags: and firmly there, breasts, di-vine, I wound da vine, into the flute, kissed the petals, my pillar always there, Pinterest, poured da wine, sipped the warmth in there, You are divine
courtesy of Pinterist
wom: Sept 1 /’19 : vine
di-vine
I wound da vine
around your breasts
and kissed the petals there.
I poured da wine
into the flute
and sipped the warmth in there.
You are divine
and firmly made
my pillar always there.
( All rights: Poland)
31 Aug 2019
by jeannepoland
in A Poison Tree, Poetry
Tags: A Poison Tree, angry with my foe, bore an apple bright, grew both night and day, I was angry with my friend, into my garden stole, my foe outstretched beneath the tree., painted by Neil Waldman, soft deceitful wiles, sunned it with smiles, told my wrath, watered it in fears, William Blake
painted by Neil Waldman
A Poison Tree
By William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine, —
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
“A Poison Tree” by William Blake. Public domain.
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