little buddha
next to the highchair
sit 6 buddha
laughing at play
Oliver mimics the smiles
giggles
zen humming
soon learns to sit
collected
cross-legged
laughing at play with Dad!
WISDOM
13 Apr 2019 1 Comment
in Poetry, WISDOM 2 Tags: ading, for his owlette's care, magic and mice he will share, open in wildness around him, Snowy Owl, straightforward, who is an expert at sonar?in darkest and coldest to bear?stealthy and silent and simple, WISDOM 2
SNOWY OWL
W ho is an expert at sonar?
I n darkest and coldest to bear?
S tealthy and silent and simple?
D aring , straight-forward in air?
O pen to wildness around him;
M agic and mice he will share
(bring them home for his owlettes’ care!)
like limpid fluid…
12 Apr 2019 1 Comment
in like limpid liquid, Poetry Tags: angel master, Bob Boy was home, bow to the sununclouded resonance, carved into quills, colors of the rainbow, crystal clear, feathers reaching out, illuminated each scribe, like limpid liquid, memory, Providence RI, rhythm's flourishes, see through music, translucent scribe
Like limpid liquid, Bob Boy poured into the crystal clear dimension where his distinct family awaited him. His limpid clarity illuminated each scribe as his translucent spirit shifted by, see-through music pulsating in the realm of rhythm’s flourishes. Luminous wings fluttered as he passed, feathers reaching out, offering themselves to be carved into quills for the angel master arriving. Colors of the rainbow arranged themselves in bows to the sun. Unclouded resonance settled in the Heavens. Bob Boy was home.
poem by Jeanne Poland April 11, 2019 in memory of Bob’s Passing in Providence RI
Bob in real space
created by Bob Boyajian
Alphabet by Bob Boyajian
boats are conduits…
11 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in boats are conduits..., Poetry Tags: boats are conduits to fish, boats are conduits..., catch of the day, conduits to boating, conduits to fish, conduits to food, conduits to growth
catch of the day
boats are conduits to fish
fish are conduits to food
foods are conduits to growth
growth is conduit to boating
boats are conduits to fish
reflections, moonlight, the river…
11 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, reflections, moonlight, the river... Tags: Calligrapher:Denis Brown, girl on white horse, in my eye, move in water, on the ice, reflected in river, reflections, riding rails in moonlight, stone shelf, the moonlight, the river, the river never sleeps, troutshimmering, whimpering ferns dreaming
calligrapher: Denis Brown
The river never sleeps:
It bears the trout
shimmering
under a stone shelf-
whimpering ferns dreaming nearby.
A girl, on a white horse,
rides the rails in moonlight
reflected in the river that never sleeps.
Reflections, moonlight, the river
never sleep.
They move in the water
on the ice
in my eye.
revelation
09 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, revelation Tags: death divides, ekphrastic poem, Jeanne Poland, Renoir's charcoal art, revelation, revelation reveals rebirth, rising round breath rattles, woman warms
rising
round
breath
rattles
death
divides
woman
warms
revelation
reveals
rebirth
ekphrastic poem using Renoir’s Art
by Jeanne Poland
4/2019
shape shifting
06 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, shape shifting Tags: a silent shadow, a whirling swirl, black on black, blink alive, Dale Carson Levine, drop down, flutter lids, from the ashes, Highlights, resurrect, shape shifting, weasel out of the dark
Shape Shifting
by Jeanne Poland
Highlights Retreat with Dale Carson Levine
March 29,2019
weasel out of the dark
drop down to hide
black on black
undulate
spread
a silent shadow
wave hello
flutter lids
resurrect
into the light
flicker
blink alive
rise-
a phoenix
from the ashes
dust to dust
a whirling swirl
to WIND!
tritina
05 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, tritina Tags: a shimmer-dimmer contraction, frozen melts to glaze, ice morphs its longevity, minutes hours days, morphs longevity, seconds, slush to frigid haze, staccato steps in-a contraction, tick-tock clock, tritina
tick-tock clock morphs longevity
seconds minutes hours days-
staccato steps in- a contraction
frozen melts to glaze
ice morphs its longevity
slush to frigid haze…
a shimmer-dimmer contraction morphs longevity
tritina
by Jeanne
4/5/2019
WTF
03 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, WTF Tags: ate too fast, Burger King toxin, essence, gravity's end, Highlights Foundation, hollow bowl for bile, lavatory, litany poem, luxury car models, mountain trip, poop, poop girl, roadside, screamed, WTF
A litany poem by Jeanne Poland
March 29,2019
Highlights Foundation
What the fuck?
My poop is yellow.
Bright like a gall bladder spurt!
What the fuck?
It screamed its way
out of me
onto the roadside.
What the fuck?
The Burger King toxin
rushes to gravity’s end.
What the fuck?
I ate too fast!
(It would have dripped its essence into my lap if I delayed)
What the fuck?
I’m poop girl,
and need a bathroom.
The GPS can’t see one.
What the fuck?
It took 5 hours to drive a mountain trip of 3.
No signs say: “LAVATORY”
What the fuck?
Invent a seat that opens up in the car
with a hollow bowl for bile…
What the fuck?
Put one in all the luxury models.
Then CHARGE LESS!
WOM Poem for April: Renew
02 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
April Fools Day , 2015
dew drops
from toe print
I
skipped
outside
palette
ready
to paint
the
dew:
renew
the
day!
then
fell:
left
rainbow
toe prints
everywhere:
dew-drops!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 