Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
08 May 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, War Helmet Tags: aura of a birthright, bullying, coercion, freedom and equality, Jeanne's Afro, power to the people, resistance, safety to the children, solidarity with the families, War Helmet
1978 Jeanne’s Afro: the helmet of power
.
Afros proclaim:
power to the people;
safety to the children
solidarity with the families!
.
Resistance
during occupation
under coercion
before bullying!
.
They are the aura
of a birthright
resplendent with freedom and equality!
06 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: and leaf and twigs asunder, art by Roger Faucault, blew them down, felled two trees, left the spoils, panicked birds, rent them, tossed birds'nests, twisted gold finch in a frenzy, up, wind, wind blew through
art posted by Roger Foucault
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the wind
blew through
tossing birds’ nests
felling two tall trees
and twisting gold finch in a frenzy-
left the spoils
and panicked birds
and leaf and twigs
asunder!
took them
UP
rent them
blew them
DOWN!
05 May 2017 3 Comments
in Poetry, The Rain Tags: art by Robyn Reynolds, cloverleaf, control self by belief, God's reign, interleaf, loose leaf, motif, not in control of the rain, or pain, Quicksilver, relief, the insane, The Rain
art by Robyn Reynolds
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I am not in control
of the rain-
the insane
or pain
but gain
control of self
by belief
I am not alone-
the flyleaf
tells me so
the loose leaf
holds my notes-
the cloverleaf
brings relief
from disbelief-
an interleaf
of magic’s
motif
grown by rain
God’s reign.
quicksilver
5/4/2017
04 May 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, TSA Tags: agents from the Pope's Visit, Albany Airport, Big Gel and Little Gel, diabetic food stuffs, harrowing experience, It's a pleasure having their acquaintance, renovation, respect, safely parked, Sedona, TSA, TSA knows me now
agents for the Pope’s Visit (Google Images)
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Albany Airport, NY
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In January three years ago,
I had a harrowing experience @ Albany Airport
with the TSA.
On my trip to Phoenix,
in April, 2017,
two agents
who I’ll call “Big Gel” and “Little Gel”
because of their hair styling,
treated me with utmost respect,
and I noticed a complete renovation of the whole area’s staging.
Southwest Airlines did well
and when I had to phone the TSA from Sedona
about my missing key fob for my car
they went out of their way to verify that my car was safely parked
where I had left it
in the short term parking.
They examined my needed meds and diabetic food stuffs
carefully
and acknowledged my age of 76 years
with deference.
TSA knows me now.
It’s a pleasure having their acquaintance!
03 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
I thought I was living outside the box!
Jeanne’s Watercolor Box
Surface Watercolor Pattern
Used to be
I had one
in-box
on the
dining room table.
It was
housed
between
the salt
and figs,
pansies
and african violets.
Now
some fifteen
in-boxes
beep
blink
and
boss me
at home
and abroad.
While I
discern
“right of way”
in car
or crosswalk.
Their icons blink
and jostle
for space
on tiny screens…
thumbnail size.
They
claim to
reach the clouds.
While,
really,
need to be plugged
into a wall
each night,
lest screens
go dark…
incognito.
They sing
and gyrate
and pull
my pockets down
’til dress
comes off
shoulder
and drags its hem
in dust.
Some won’t work
unless my ears
are helmeted
and I look
astronaut,
antenna swinging
in the air.
Most of all,
these in-boxes
take me out of balance.
They act so
all-important
as to knock me
Off my feet,
scatterbrained,
heart bleeding!
I’m turning
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02 May 2017 Leave a comment
in On Death (Perhaps), Poetry Tags: all tears shed, lamps blown out, mistake, never find an audience, no fire to warm us, On Death (Perhaps), Shu Ting, sing praises to the sun, stregthen our philosophy
photo by Patagonia
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On Death
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Perhaps by Shu Ting
Perhaps…
Perhaps these thoughts of ours
will never find an audience
Perhaps the mistaken road
will end in a mistake
Perhaps the lamps we light one at a time
will be blown out, one at a time
Perhaps the candles of our lives will gutter out
without lighting a fire to warm us.
Perhaps when all the tears have been shed
the earth will be more fertile
Perhaps when we sing praises to the sun
the sun will praise us in return
Perhaps these heavy burdens
will strengthen our philosophy
Perhaps when we weep for those in misery
we must be silent about miseries of our own
Perhaps
Because of our irresistible sense of mission
We have no choice
Shu Ting
(Translated by K. Kizer in Cool, Calm & Collected)
01 May 2017 Leave a comment
in Ends of the Rainbow, Poetry Tags: Berkley CA, CAPE COD MA, Ends of the Rainbow, future and present, Opposite oceans, Opposite temperatures, pots of gold, Smuggler's Beach, the past, welcomes
Berkley CA:2017
Smuggler’s Beach, MA 2017
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Opposite ends: 2 oceans:
Pacific-Atlantic
Opposite temperatures:
Cold and warm
Opposite pots of gold:
youngster and pilgrim’s settlement
Opposite Welcomes:
the future and the past
30 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Joyce, there's something I wanted to say to you, Poetry Tags: 80 year old, and understand, chorus of angels carry us, delicate balance, direct this concert, first one and then the other, fragility courtesies, iPhone 6+, Jeanne in 2016, Joyce, lose her marbles, Quicksilver, sense your discomfort, there's something I wanted to say to you, you hold patience and clothe me in it, you know me
Jeanne in 2016; iPhone 6+
(To Joyce)
Some things I wanted to say to you:
When you look at me and smile,
it says you know me
and understand.
You hold patience
and clothe me in it.
When you turn to Arthur
I see the hope that he will sense your discomfort and know it is time to leave the gathering.
The delicate balance
is a daily challenge as fragility courtesies
between you two.
First one and then the other
shores up the couple.
Which sister-in-law will
lose her marbles today?
Or will it be the 80 year old?
Seems like vulnerability is the only currency we share.
And, now, of course, a way out, preserving dignity.
How will we transition and be unaware of it?
Do we need to direct this concert?
Can we record it in advance?
Or will a chorus of angels carry us?
For it is an Ascension, after all, that awaits us!
April 30, 2017
quicksilver
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 