04 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: '51 Dodge, an experienced car, Easter Rabbit, get shot at, invisible clouds, Jesus, Jim Harrison, peasants are frying potatoes, rich folks, sons join the army, suffocate the poor, sympathies, what we're made of
Easter Morning
by Jim Harrison
On Easter morning all over America
the peasants are frying potatoes in bacon grease.
We’re not supposed to have “peasants”
but there are tens of millions of them
frying potatoes on Easter morning,
cheap and delicious with catsup.
If Jesus were here this morning he might
be eating fried potatoes with my friend
who has a ’51 Dodge and a ’72 Pontiac.
When his kids ask why they don’t have
a new car he says, “these cars were new once
and now they are experienced.”
He can fix anything and when rich folks
call to get a toilet repaired he pauses
extra hours so that they can further
learn what we’re made of.
I told him that in Mexico the poor say
that when there’s lightning the rich
think that God is taking their picture.
He laughed.
Like peasants everywhere in the history
of the world ours can’t figure out why
they’re getting poorer. Their sons join
the army to get work being shot at.
Your ideals are invisible clouds
so try not to suffocate the poor,
the peasants, with your sympathies.
The powerful spiritual rays of the Sunday Sun give to man a vibratory impulse greater than on any other day of the week.
Jim Harrison, “Easter Morning” from Saving Daylight. Copyright © 2007 by Jim Harrison. Used by permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Copper Canyon
03 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: 1955, a pillow of paint, crumpled by the faint, fall, filthy floor, I melt, looking both ways, my poem, NYCsubway floor, onto the train, pink sore, ride alone, self-conscious, shuffles out, starched pink dress, sunburn scalding, swoon, tender, victim of the sun
My poem
This poem shuffles out
onto the train
self-conscious,
looking both ways.
Its sunburn scalding
the starched pink dress
scratching the swollen skin-
tender pink and sore.
It makes me swoon,
and softly fall
to the filthy floor
below
crumpled by the faint
I melt: a pillow of pink
my eyes close
the door opens.
the crowd steps over me
eager to get on their way…
the car empties
leaving a pink burnt plop:
the fourteen year old
victim of the sun
on NYC subway’s floor
is left to ride alone.
a memory from 1955
Jeanne in the mountains
3/4/2021
02 Apr 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: beautiful, cease travel, compassion, connected, give up, hands in the pandemic, heart, love, Lynn UngerUUWorld, play, pray, sacred of times, sing, still your body, tendrils, terrifying, the Sabbath, touch only your commited, Words
Pandemic
What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely that has become clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise the world your love—
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
as long as you shall live.
Lynn Unger
in UU World
30 Mar 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
I always loved Van Gogh as a soul mate. Hope you also value his message
even if you never paint. Just ponder the wonder of the sky and stars!
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collage by Jeanne Poland (Quicksilver)
Vincent Van Gogh
March 30 is the birthday of the artist who wrote, “To do good work, one must eat well, be well housed, have one’s fling from time to time, smoke one’s pipe, and drink one’s coffee in peace”: Vincent van Gogh, born in Groot-Zundert, Holland, in 1853. Not much is known about his childhood, except that he was one of six children, a quiet boy, not especially drawn to artistic pursuits. He worked for a time in an art gallery in The Hague as a young man, then left to follow in his clergyman father’s footsteps as a sort of missionary to the poor. His behavior was erratic, but his family supported him as best they could. And while he didn’t last too long as an evangelist, he felt a kinship with the working classes — an affinity demonstrated again and again in…
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29 Mar 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: a friend of Paul, a healer, died a martyr, emotional breaks, gentile, healed mental, Loved the broken, Luke the writer is Luke the healer, Luke wrote 2 books of the bible, served the lepers, was in awe of the Christ miracles
Luke wrote 2 books of the Bible
He was also a healer
Loved the broken
Served the lepers
healed mental and emotional breaks
was in awe of the Christ miracles
and died a martyr.
28 Mar 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Open palm asks patiently
receives gratefully
the falling blossoms
the heavenly gifts
forgiveness
transformation
eternal life in Christ
the swaying of the palms
the raising of the cross
the opening of the tomb
the triumph
of the resurrection!
27 Mar 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: astonished eyes all stare, beauty in your eyes, breezes blow, deeply in love with you, devouring gragons, elegantly, evil-made, glowing sunrise shines, he conquers roaring fears, laughter delights butterflies, Lover Acclaims, mermaid fair?, ocean greets you, opens skies, Poems while eating pineapple..., There's a person inside me, threats and dangers, toes leave marks, unafraid of everything, venomous snakes, who'd sail any sea, your smile moves clouds
Lover Acclaims:
There’s a person inside me
deeply in love with you
A person who’d sail any sea
to be with you; you with me
unafraid of everything, for you
he conquers roaring fears,
threats and dangers -evil made
devouring dragons; venomous snakes.
Look at the beauty in your eyes
The glowing sunrise shines
Your smile moves clouds; opens skies
Your laughter delights butterflies.
Ocean greets you as you pass
Gorgeous toes leave their mark,,,
Breezes blow through your hair
elegantly…while astonished eyes
all stare…Who is this mermaid fair?
26 Mar 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Quotes for Palm Sunday:
“When I let faith and trust lead the way I know I’m being divinely guided, I can trust my body and let it move how it feels prompted.”
Archangel Haniel
“As I look back on my life, I accept the things I cannot change and focus on letting go of any negativity.”
Archangel Haniel
“Good literature continually read for pleasure must, let us hope, do some good to the reader: must quicken his perception though dull, and sharpen his discrimination though blunt, and mellow the rawness of his personal opinions.”
A.E. Housman
On this day in 1920, a 23-year-old unknown author named F. Scott Fitzgerald (books by this author) published his debut novel, This Side of Paradise, to wide acclaim.
This Side of Paradise is a love story inspired by Fitzgerald’s romance with Zelda Sayre (books by this author). The summer before the book’s publication, Zelda had broken up with him. Fitzgerald returned to his hometown of St. Paul, Minnesota, hoping that writing a successful novel would win her back. He transformed an older unpublished book from his desk, The Romantic Egotist, into This Side of Paradise.
The book’s protagonist, Amory Blaine, enrolls in Princeton as a Midwest native, engages in a failed relationship with a wealthy young woman, joins the Army, and then returns to begin a relationship with a different debutante, much like Scott Fitzgerald himself. The novel was extraordinarily successful, selling out within three days of its first print.
Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald were married in New York a week after the book’s publication.
The Poetry Almanac March 26.2021
25 Mar 2021
by jeannepoland
in Poetry
Tags: thank you for the pagans..., their gods and resurrections, their magical characters of lore and love
thank you for the pagans, their gods and resurrections, their magical characters of lore and love…
It’s the birthday of the feminist writer and activist who is widely (and erroneously) credited with coining the phrase, “A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.” That’s Gloria Steinem (books by this author), born in Toledo, Ohio (1934). The cofounder of MS magazine, she has been the subject of many biographies and documentaries, including HBO’s Gloria: In Her Own Words. In The Glorias, a 2020 film based on her book My Life on the Road, Steinem is represented by four actresses, who portray her life at different ages. The Glorias had its world premiere at the Sundance Film Festival in January 2020.
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