Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
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
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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
21 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Teacups on the rungs of the ladder Tags: art by J Byron Schachner, broke the cup, by the risks that snuggled next to me in bed, climbing a ladder, each rung holding a china teacup, habit to my ankles, I used to dream I was a nun, never spilled tea, Teacups on the rungs of the ladder, woke up startled
art by J Byron Schachner
Ladder
I used to dream
I was a nun
with habit to my ankles
climbing a ladder
each rung holding a delicate china teacup.
I never spilled the tea
or broke the cup
or reached the top of the ladder
but woke up startled
at the risks that snuggled next to me
in bed.
20 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, train in the rain Tags: a cloudy stage, clouds in your breath, moisture in your joints, oil for your soul, pitter-patter on your head, train in the rain, use touch
made by Jeanne in Creative Suite
train in the rain
train in the rain
use touch.
pitter-patter
on your head
moisture in your joints
oil for your soul
clouds in your breath
a cloudy stage
to train in the rain.
19 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in My Sayings of the Blind, Poetry Tags: "in your shoes", eternity is the dawn of time, I can tell from your touch, I hear alerts as alarms, I use touch screen differently, My God and I are intimate, My Sayings of the Blind, My soles touch your soul, we are equal, we feel each other inthe dark, wear out my soul, Welcome to the Light
My Sayings of the Blind
We experience eternity as the dawn of time. Welcome to the light!
My soles touch your soul.
It is easier to put myself “in your shoes” than for you to be in mine.
I wear out my soles before my sight.
My God and I are intimate; we feel each other in the dark.
I use touch screens differently; I hear alerts as alarms.
We are equal, sighted brothers. I can tell from your touch.
18 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in Giving a Poetry Reading, Poetry Tags: a wish for grandeur, bard, bitch, boisterous, bristling, debris, Giving a Poetry Reading, itching, Mary Magdaline, relatives, Rhyming, riotous, spells, swishing, whisk broom, witch
Mary Magdaline
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!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 