Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
29 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a bitch with rich relatives, a whisk broom sweeping up debris, boisterous bard, bristling, Giving a Poetry Reading, I am a wish for grandeur, I'm a wirch casting spells, itching, Rhyming, riotous, switching
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Giving a Poetry Reading
Some say I’m a witch
casting alchemy spells
or a bitch
with rich relatives
or whisk broom
sweeping up debris
but the truth is
I am a wish for grandeur
a swishing, itching, bristling poet
a rhyming, riotous boisterous bard!
28 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Poetry Reading in Song Tags: flew up, hearts of artists, in the deep, jammed, Jan Hutchinson, Jeanne listens to iMac, Music, poems, Poetry Reading in Song, rejoiced
Jeanne Listens to iMac
in the studio with the greatest sounds
We listened to the poems
the music, the beat
of hearts of artists
who jammed,
rejoiced
in words
found
in the deep
and
flew up!
Thankyou Jan Hutchinson, for the prompts extraordiaire!
listen for yourself:
27 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in Poetry, while you play on iPad Tags: blinks and flashes alerts, cruising the lane, electric data, for eye to eye contact, going in and out, head lowered to the partner, I reach to touch your arm, I wait in vain, it beats your rhythm, Jeanne in iMovie by Jeanne, knows your thoughts, lavender, poking the iPad, while you play on iPad, you are apart in autism, you are lost in iPad
Jeanne in iMovie by Jeanne
while you play on iPad
I reach across the table
to touch your arm
for you are lost in the iPad screen again.
your head lowered to the partner
who blinks and flashes alerts
while I wait in vain
for eye to eye contact
the kind that shows my soul
it sings your song
beats your rhythm
cherishes your words
knows your thoughts
warms at your touch
but you are apart in
autism
poking the iPad
cruising the lane
electric data
going in and out…
I’ll wait for the data
you want to share
when you want
how you want
likely with lavender!
27 Apr 2018 1 Comment
in one flower in the bouquet, Poetry Tags: arthritic memories, elder years, from papa to all the men, housekeeping, loved as one, musty smells, not good looks, not separately, not sequentially, one flower in the bouquet, one lacy baby's breath, one petaled rose, one sweet smell, part of the bouquet, patient service to his every need, playthings, the solidarity of those women, they're a boost, whitish smells
one flower in the bouquet
I know I am only one
of the flowers in the bouquet.
one sweet smell
one petaled velvety rose
one lacy baby’s breath.
but oh the solidarity of those women
loved as one by their man
not sequentially,
not separately
not because of looks
not dedicated housekeeping
not playthings
but an integral part of the bouquet
of patient service to his every need.
I understand
because I had a bouquet myself:
from my papa and down to all the men who served my needs
sequentially.
who nurse me now
in my elder years
with their musty smells
and whitish hairs
and arthritic memories…
together,
they’re a boost!
26 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in in her mad old age,, Poetry Tags: boiled away in magic stew, creeping bugs'great roving eyes, dreaded blue, in her mad old age,, JeanneiPone6+Photoshop filter, mop upright like papal wand, sullied skirts with blackest fringe, tracks of detritus o planks, triple chins cascading croaks, white haired witch, with potions deadly
Jeanne iPhone 6+ Photoshop filter
in her mad old age
white haired witch in mad old age
mop upright like papal wand
triple chins cascading croaks
sullied skirts with blackest fringe
tracks of detritus on planks
creeping bugs’ great roving eyes
boiled away in magic stew
with potions deadly, dreaded blue….
25 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Cosmic Somersaults, Poetry Tags: catch a shooting star, cluthing from afar, cosmic sommersaults, curls of smike, glas or the Aids virus, insects, metaphysical phenomena, scarf dances in space, snake skins, visitors from space
glass or the aids virus?
Cosmic Somersaults
insects climbing vines
scarf dances in space
snake skins left afloat
in curls of wonton smoke
visitors from space
clutching from afar
metaphysical
phenomena
catch a shooting star!
24 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in A Mother's Day Card from Schubert, Poetry Tags: A Mother's Day Card from Schubert, art from Nomad Inc, Chief-y, Dalmation, German Shepherd, Happy Birthday, Schubert
art from Nomad Inc
A Mother’s Day Card from Schubert
I sent Diane a card
from “Schubert”, the German Shepherd.
for he sang each Happy Birthday to her,
with us.
And remembered my Mom
caring for “Chief-y”, the Dalmatian,
when my Aunt got sick.
And walking my Miniature Boxer
after I left for the convent.
A mother’s nurturing role
always expands
open arms enfold the entire pregnant circle
which gives birth, over and over.
23 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: art by Andrew Van Der Merwe, heaven's door, into the ocean, is it rain from above, rain from ashore, rain from my love, run in the rain, when I run in the rain
art by Andrew Van Der Merwe
When I run
in the rain
into the ocean
I do not know
which it is
rain from above
rain from ashore
rain from my Love
or heaven’s door
22 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry
My grand-daughter loves horses so I made her this puzzle.
Puzzle of Horse by Jeanne 4/2015
Polish the ego’s rust
from the mirror
of yourself.
Fakhr al-Din ‘Iraqi
Life is not display
of my given talents; but
replies to His prompts.
22 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Up on the roof Tags: breathed the soot, cried for you, I burnt my knees, raised our eyes to heaven, Up on the roof, viewed the Hudson
art by Neil Waldman
Up on the roof
Up on the roof
I burnt my knees when I fell
and tried to stand
Up on the roof
I breathed the soot
polluted my lungs
Up on the roof
I viewed the Hudson
its depths and dirt
Up on the roof
I cried for you
and we raised our eyes to heaven
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 