mesmerizing
We are one with all
life forms who creak, sing, whistle,
buzz, croak, hum, and click!
Hobbit’s house
05 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Hobbit's house, Poetry Tags: Don my personal hobbit, hairy legs, Hobbit's house, houses his whole trib within, loves the dark, loves to eat
Hobbit’s house
Don, my personal hobbit
loves to eat
hairy legs
loves the dark
houses his whole tribe within
Dr Seuss
03 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
fascinating history
It’s the birthday of writer and illustrator Dr. Seuss (books by this author), born Theodor Seuss Geisel in Springfield, Massachusetts (1904). He went to Dartmouth College, where he was editor in chief of his college’s humor magazine. One night, he was caught drinking gin in his room with a group of friends, which was not only against the school rules but also illegal under Prohibition. He wasn’t kicked out, but he had to resign from all his extra-curricular activities, including the humor magazine. Geisel couldn’t accept this turn of events, so he continued contributing to the magazine but used a pseudonym: “Seuss.” It was his middle name and his mother’s maiden name.
After Dartmouth, he went to England to attend Oxford University, but he dropped out. For the next decade or so, he published cartoons in magazines and made most of his money creating ads for Standard Oil. His best-known…
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balanced scales
02 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in balancing scales, Poetry Tags: all rights for me, balancing scales, balancing the me, by me, do re mi fa so la ti do, do ti la so fa mi re do, Lauren DeLoca, my cousin
my cousin, Lauren DeLoca (balancing the me)
‘me’
all rights
for me
by me
the wild wooly mitten
01 Mar 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, the wild wooly mitten Tags: allow a bird to embellish the top, along with the heart shaped nose?, cherish the polka dot head, don'y many of us?, have one green eye and one blue, I wear a mitten on my head, illustrator: J Byron Schachner, the wild wooly mitten
illustrator:J Byron Schachner
Of course, I wear a mitten on my head
cherish the polka-dot look
allow a bird to embellish the top
have one green eye and one blue
(don’t many of us?)
(along with the heart shaped nose?)
Lily Proliferation
28 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in Lily Proliferation, Poetry Tags: bought in Port Washington, creator, exclamation of your glory, glorious energy, Lily Proliferation, most blooms were 3, resplendant revelation, resurrected in 2019, this plant is 46 years old, today: 15
this lily plant is 46 years old
I bought it in Port Washington
and the most blooms it ever had were three.
Today it has 15 white flowers!
It appears the plant has also been resurrected in 2019!
I welcome the glorious energy
and share it with you!
Thank you, Creator,
for the resplendent revelation:
the exclamation to your glory!
Full Moon
27 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in Full Moon, Poetry Tags: a luxurious tail, a menace or a friend?, Does baby fox, Does she see sharp teeth?, in her nightshirt, see the face of the moon differently than we do?, Wendy Edelson
illustrator: Wendy Edelson
Does baby fox
in her nightshirt
see the face of the moon differently than we do?
Does she see sharp teeth?
a luxurious tail?
a menace or a friend?
I’m scared
26 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in i"m scared, Poetry Tags: "start to trust Him", adult child, Christ, creator, Father, grandiosity, i"m scared, imagination, Just for today, Mother, sanctifier, self-assurance, status, Will you be too much for some people? Those aren't your people
I’m scared
I’m scared
of letting go of my
grandiosity.
self-assurance
moves me
impetuously.
Imagination flies me off
the ground.
status puffs me up with fluff.
If I let the Creator take over
His mystery will bring ambivalence.
And so
I’m scared.
Did you say: “start to trust him?”
I am not a child.
Or maybe, to Him I am.
Christ and Sanctifier,
show me the Father.
And the Mother
and the adult child that is me.
Please.
Just for today.
This poem is about:
Me
Tue, 02/26/2019 – 10:41 written for PowerPoetry– jeannepoland
from tree to lung
25 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in from tree to lung, Poetry Tags: breath out CO-2, breaths out oxygen, chew it, chews it, from tree to lung, send it to the lungs, sends it to the roots, tree takes your CO-2, we breath in what we exhale, You breath that in
we breath in what we exhale
tree takes your CO-2
chews it
sends it to the roots
breaths out oxygen
You breath that in
chew it
send it to the lungs
breath out CO-2
Definition #134 Already Naked
24 Feb 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Knowing the man is life shaking
Steve Jobs
Today is the birthday of Steve Jobs, born in San Francisco (1955) to two University of Wisconsin graduate students who placed him for adoption. Clara and Paul Jobs, an accountant and a machinist, adopted him when he was still a baby. Growing up, Jobs and his father would tinker with electronics in the garage.
He dropped out of college after a semester, went to India in search of spiritual enlightenment, returned a devout Buddhist, experimented with LSD, and then got a job with a video game maker, where he was in charge of designing circuit board for one of the company’s games. In 1976, at the age of 21, he co-founded Apple Computers, and less than a decade later, Apple unveiled the Macintosh computer. It was the first small computer to catch on with the public that used a graphical user interface, or GUI (sometimes pronounced “gooey”)…
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