Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
04 Jan 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: caricature of Jeanne by Jeanne, communication, healthy self at top of list, How to be a healthy nurturer, intuiting, joy, kindness, loving generously, non vrbal cues, sacred Spirit, sleeping through, working out
healthy requires putting self at the top of the list
working out every day with aerobic exercise
sleeping through 8 hours
communication with significant confidants
intuiting like a powerful woman
moving with the Sacred Spirit
active listening
reading all the non verbal cues
loving generously
with kindness
and JOY!
02 Jan 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: be happy if you've a mind to, buckle down, change film with a kid on your back, do it, fishing in a watermelon patch, Knuckle down, parakeet cage, Roger Miller, swimming in a baseball glove, tiger in your car, You Can't RollerSkate with a Buffalo Herd
You Can’t Roller
Skate With a
Buffalo Herd
Song by Roger Miller
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to
You can’t take a shower in a parakeet cage
You can’t take a shower in a parakeet cage
You can’t take a shower in a parakeet cage
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to
All you gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it
Well you can’t go swimming in a baseball glove
You can’t go swimming in a baseball glove
You can’t go swimming in a baseball glove
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to
You can’t change film with a kid on your back
You can’t change film with a kid on your back
You can’t change film with a kid on your back
But you can be happy if you have a mind to
You can’t drive around with a tiger in your car
You can’t drive around with a tiger in your car
You can’t drive around with a tiger in your car
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to
All you gotta do is put your mind to it
Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it
Well you can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to
You can’t go fishing in a watermelon patch
You can’t go fishing in a watermelon patch
You can’t go fishing in a watermelon patch
But you can be happy if you’ve a mind to
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
You can’t roller skate in a buffalo herd
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01 Jan 2021 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: 1935, 2021, A cartoonist is coming<Poetry Almanac Jan1, by Dana Gioia, cartoonist B Kliban, Conn., ETERNITY, field of snow, future drips into the past, man with cravat and shades, New Years, ooliceman kicks people out of the way, say "Yes" to cartoons, shouting, the swift silent river, twobeautiful women, without a single footprint
New Year’s
by Dana Gioia
Let other mornings honor the miraculous.
Eternity has festivals enough.
This is the feast of our mortality,
The most mundane and human holiday.
On other days we misinterpret time,
Pretending that we live the present moment.
But can this blur, this smudgy in-between,
This tiny fissure where the future drips
Into the past, this flyspeck we call now
Be our true habitat? The present is
The leaky palm of water that we skim
From the swift, silent river slipping by.
The new year always brings us what we want
Simply by bringing us along—to see
A calendar with every day uncrossed,
A field of snow without a single footprint.
Dana Gioia, “New Year’s” from Interrogations at Noon, Graywolf Press. © Dana Gioia.
31 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Alleluia!, and stuff of shaos, blonde, burns to purify, cleanses all the strif, colored hair, ever ready love for all creation, female, Her Sacred Spirit, male, move with the angels, NewYearsDayand our God in the sky, no need of clothes, shadows in the lungs, silver, spirit girl, take our brothers to the spirit, to praise his everlasting glory, too pure and perfect to spurn, viruses unfolding in the air
She’s female
or male
or spirit or girl
or blonde or silver colored hair
no need of clothes
too pure and perfect to spurn
but burns to purify
cleanses all the strif
and stuff of chaos
like viruses unfolding in the air
shadows on the lungs
that take our brothers to the realm of spirit
where they move with the angels and ancestors
to praise His Everlasting Glory
and her ever ready love for all creation sent by Him
Her Sacred Spirit.
Alleluia!
30 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: a QUICKSILVER new year, clinging to our skin, each pops, effervence like rainbow bubbles, freshly blown, invisible yet haunting, leaves its scent, lift the veil, mercuriel poems, quickly, sweet essence, the silver of her grace, turned to silver
29 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry
roll to right
wiggle
roll to left
wiggle
lift the arms
wiggle
bend the knees
dribble
shake the cheeks
dribble
bend the shoulders
swiggle
roll those wheels
swiggle into 2021!
27 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: "Probably all organis beings which have ever lived on this earth have descended from some one primordial form, 1831, Charles Darwin, Evolution, Galapagos Islands, grandeur, into which life was first breathed, most wonderful, simplebeginning, the glory of God is a human fully alive, writers'Almanac
The Writer’s Almanac for Sunday, December 27, 2020
26 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: A little girl singing for the Faithful, angels overhead, dark streets, flu, ForMaiaby, Gary Johnson, golden rings, greenandblue, hopes and fears, joyful and triumphant, patridge in a pear tree, redlights, singing for Christ, singing With the Angels, small singer holding onto my hand, The Writers Almanac, troubled faithful, turtle doves
The Writer’s Almanac for Saturday, December 26, 2020
For Maia by
Gary Johnson
A little girl is singing for the faithful to come ye
Joyful and triumphant, a song she loves,
And also the partridge in a pear tree
And the golden rings and the turtle doves.
In the dark streets, red lights and green and blue
Where the faithful live, some joyful, some
troubled,
Enduring the cold and also the flu,
Taking the garbage out and keeping the
sidewalk shoveled.
Not much triumph going on here—and yet
There is much we do not understand.
And my hopes and fears are met
In this small singer holding onto my hand.
Onward we go, faithfully, into the dark
And are there angels hovering overhead?
Hark.
“For Maia” by Gary Johnson. Used by permission of the author.
25 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: angels, Anne Bronte, Christmas morn, greet the glorious morn, heart of mine, Lead us home to God again, Music on Christmas morning, raptures, Redeemer King, slumbers deep
The Writer’s Almanac for Friday, December 25, 202
Music on Christmas Morning
by Anne Bronte
Music I love—but never strain
Could kindle raptures so divine,
So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
And rouse this pensive heart of mine—
As that we hear on Christmas morn
, Upon the wintry breezes borne.
Though Darkness still her empire keep,
And hours must pass, ere morning break;
From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep,
That music kindly bids us wake:
It calls us, with an angel’s voice,
To wake, and worship, and rejoice;
To greet with joy the glorious morn,
Which angels welcomed long ago,
When our redeeming Lord was born,
To bring the light of Heaven below;
The Powers of Darkness to dispel,
And rescue Earth from Death and Hell.
Now holy Peace may smile from heaven,
And heavenly Truth from earth shall spring:
The captive’s galling bonds are riven,
For our Redeemer is our king;
And He that gave his blood for men
Will lead us home to God again.
“Music on Christmas Morning” by Anne Bronte.

24 Dec 2020 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: Astronauts read from the Bookof Genesis, Borman, christmas eve, darlness of the deep, divided light from farkness, God created heaven and earth, good, largest audience, light, NASA, Spirit of God moved upon the water
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 