Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
11 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry
This was a big sensation when first blogged…
A hoity-toity boor
full o’ malarky ‘n shenanigans
met her whirlygig nincompoop
in cahoots with a topsy-turvy ragamuffin
busy as a one armed coat hanger
on a cockamamie doohickey
of a hodgepodge afternoon.
Before sunset,
the scalawag skedaddled off
with her pipsqueak
for a roly-poly overnighter
of razzmatazz ramshackle razzle-dazzle!
11 Apr 2017 2 Comments
in Antidote (Poem Spell), Poetry Tags: Antidote (Poem Spell), be dust, be yarn, blow, bread, clear tides, fist, olive oil, open, Quicksilver, real journey, real work, reeds, riot of sunlight, set, sheep art by Catherine, sing, stone in my heart, storm, stream, wind
sheep art by catherine
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Antidote (Poem Spell)
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stone in my heart be dust, be dust.
annoying wind, be cranberry yarn.
midnight storm, bring the clear tides in.
leaping dogs, bring the salty shells.
peasant bread, dip in olive oil.
reeds gold and pink, blow in the light.
clenched fist, open and wait.
riot of sunlight, set in the night.
don’t know what to do, you’ve come to the real work.
don’t know where to go, you’ve come to the real journey.
bafflement, get employed.
impeded stream, sing.
4/11/2017
quicksilver
10 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Scars Tags: barber gown, can't swim, choker of jewels, fluids, grandparents, hold breath underwater, intimate mate, panting prana, priests, Scars, suffocating, tight necked clothing, toddler gasps for breath, too stretched, trust life guards
Alvin Ailey Dance
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Scars
The toddler gasps for breath-
suffocating
and years later can’t swim
underwater holding breath
scar tissue is too stretched
to trust lifeguards
or priests, or grandparents,
or tight necked clothing
like a barber gown to catch the hair
or a choker of jewels
or an intimate mate exchanging
fluids, embraces and panting prana.
scar tissue has no give…
4/10/2017
quicksilver
09 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
This is when they were five and 3 years old. Now at 8 and 6, less echoing, more individuality!
Time
It’s time for Annika:
“His name is Lily Pad”
It’s time for Oliver:
“His name is Lily Pad”
It’s time for Annika:
“Bikes go fast
Bikes go slow
Annika, Oliver go go go”
It’s time for Oliver:
“Bikes go fast
Bikes go slow
Oliver, Annika go go go”
Listen
Admire
Echo
A three year old compliment for a five year old model.
09 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Skat in the Woods Tags: elephant skat, for all tomock, Guilt, humility rains down, JBSchachner, little turds in the woods, my mistakes, natural hydration for my soul, Quicksilver, Skat in the Woods, totem of shame, upon my head, worlds meet
art by JB Schachner
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Skat in the woods
My mistakes leave skat in the woods:
little turds of guilt
or sometimes elephant skat
where worlds meet
and put me on a
totem of shame
for all to mock.
And then humility rains down
upon my head:
natural hydration for my soul!
quicksilver
April 9, 2017
08 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in Hairy Man, Poetry Tags: flotation like a seal, forage 'til you sniff me, gorilla forearms, Hairy Man, hearing of an elephant, muddle with my beast, Quicksilver, silent as a leopard, waiting for a cuddle, Wild Wisconsin Woodsman, with screw driver nails
Don in 1988 @ Diane and Michael’s house (Rockville Center NY)
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Hairy Man
Wild Wisconsin Woodsman
with the screw driver nails
and gorilla forearms
silent as a leopard
hearing of an elephant
and flotation like a seal
forage ’til you sniff me
waiting here for a cuddle-
a muddle with my beast.
quicksilver
4/7/2017
07 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
These women are my tribe: To infinity and beyond!
Work of sight is done; now do the heart work on the pictures within you.
Rainier Maria Rilke
Click! goes the shutter on the glitter that is you!
The vibrant color of your stance:
The chance that I might model you:
An athlete’s discipline.
Click! goes the shutter on the chatter that you speak!
The truth articulated:
I want to plant the words:
Then cultivate their growth.
Click! goes the shutter on the matter that you bring!
The vision that you carry:
To the altar of your life:
To offer as a blessing to us all.
A dedication to Emily.
07 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Delicate, Poetry Tags: all who saw, an elder trapping younger, Delicate, delicate palms, giggles, he slapped the backs, Jeanne and Bob at the Alzheimer's Unit, lighted, quickly, squealed with delight
Jeanne and Bob at the Alzheimer’s Unit
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6 Delicate (like Jean Follain)
His delicate palms held mine
poised to slip away;
when suddenly he slapped the backs
and giggled;
we lighted, and once again
he caught me quickly
and all who saw
squealed with delight
at elder trapping younger!
April 7, 2017
quicksilver
06 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in Death-the word, Poetry Tags: ancestors, dance of amgels, death, death into life, decay into birth, divine father, energy incarnate, familiar, fatted lamb, glory's aura, harped music, radiant, the grim reaper, the Word, vast feast, welcome us home
photo by Seth Snap
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Death: the word
Many picture the grim reaper;
when in fact, he’s familiar.
Not hooded, but radiant
with glory’s aura
our ancestors, waiting for us
to welcome us home
to the vast feast, the fatted lamb
the harped music and dance of angels
a divine Father, who sent his son,
to turn death into life, decay into birth.
energy incarnate.
04 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Grandiosity still turns me OFF
In the mirror
I see his reflection…
his talents titillate
his mind seduces
his hair curls round my gut.
But ego looms too large.
I bow
and turning
seek a meeker soul.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 