

4G network joins
me in the Rogue- company
sublime to greet you!
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
26 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in beauty, I-90, Poetry Tags: 4G network, company sublime, I-90, joins me in Rogue, to greet you


4G network joins
me in the Rogue- company
sublime to greet you!
25 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in aria, Enrico Caruso, Poetry Tags: angelic cloud of stars, big chest, big mouth, Enrico Caruso, finger painted on a tablet, gramophones recording industry, illustrator: Zafouko Yamamoto, intelligence, memory, rays above

illustrator: Zafouko Yamamoto
finger painted on
a tablet: angelic cloud
of stars-rays above
Enrico Caruso once said, “[A great singer needs] a big chest, a big mouth, 90 percent memory, 10 percent intelligence, lots of hard work, and something in the heart.”
His records inspired thousands of people to buy their first gramophones, and his were the first records ever to sell more than a million copies. It can therefore be argued that Caruso’s voice was responsible for the beginning of the musical recording industry.
24 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in all that glitters in not gold, artist, Poetry Tags: a great artist, Alice Brereton, artist, before her time or behind it, George Augustus Moore, illustrator, in search of what she needs, return home to find it, travels the world

illustrator: Alice Brereton
George Augustus Moore:
“A great artist is always before her time or behind it.”
“She travels the world in search of what she needs and returns home to find it.”
23 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in freedom, Poetry, This Land Tags: highway, red wood forest, ribbon of highway, skyway, steeple, This Land, Woody Guthrie

This Land Is Your Land
Words and Music by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land This land is my land
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and Me.
As I was walking that ribbon of highway,
I saw above me that endless skyway:
I saw below me that golden valley:
This land was made for you and me.
I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
And all around me a voice was sounding:
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, and I was strolling,
And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling,
As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting:
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.
In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people,
By the relief office I seen my people;
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking
Is this land made for you and me?
Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
22 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Birthday, George Washington, Poetry Tags: birthday, colonial, cream of peanut soup, dentures, Franklin, free press, George Washington, Post Office, powdered red hair

It’s the birthday of the first president of the United States, George Washington, born in Westmoreland County, Virginia (1732), whose favorite foods were mashed sweet potatoes with coconut, string beans with mushrooms, cream of peanut soup, salt cod, and pineapples. He lost all of his teeth except for one by — according to second president John Adams — cracking Brazilian nuts between his jaws. He got dentures made out of a hippopotamus tusk, designed especially to fit over his one remaining real tooth. But the hippo dentures were constantly rubbing against that real tooth so that he was constantly in pain. He used opium to alleviate the pain.
He snored very loudly, and instead of wearing a powdered wig like other fashionable people, he put powder on his own hair, which was naturally a reddish brown. He was not good at spelling and he had a speech impediment. George Washington’s inaugural address was the shortest inaugural address in U.S. history: It was only 133 words long and took him just 90 seconds to deliver.
President George Washington established the United States Post Office on this date in 1792. He did so by signing the Postal Service Act. Prior to the Revolutionary War, there were very few official standards when it came to mail delivery. Some people hired couriers, or asked friends to deliver letters for them. Taverns served as informal mail-gathering centers. The British government established the post of postmaster general in 1707, but that task was managed from Britain, and it didn’t have too much practical effect on how the mail was handled in the colonies. Benjamin Franklin was named postmaster general in 1737, but was fired and sent back to America after he abused the power of his office to spy for the colonies.
A printer named William Goddard brought the original plans for a formal American postal service before the Continental Congress in 1774. Goddard published a newspaper, the Pennsylvania Chronicle, and he wanted to make sure that it would be delivered to his readers. His paper supported American independence, and postal agents working for the British crown constantly undermined his delivery efforts. He decided to draw up plans for an independent colonial post. Benjamin Franklin backed Goddard’s plan, and Franklin was named the first Postmaster General when the Constitutional Post began operations in 1775. Franklin held the position for about year, during which time he established overnight mail delivery between New York and Philadelphia, and standardized delivery rates.
The Postal Service Act guaranteed a free press and the inexpensive delivery of newspapers. It also made it illegal for postal officials to open private mail, and laid the legislative groundwork for Congress to expand the Post Office as the new nation grew. It established 75 regional post offices and 2,400 miles of postal routes, and it set the framework that the U.S. Postal Service still operates within today.
21 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Fox Chaos, foxes, Poetry Tags: Fox Chaos, KerbyRosanes, light split, mid-motion-fracture, refracted lightning, sinew to prism

by Kerby Rosanes
Mid motion fracture:
sinew to prism – light split:
refracted lightning!
20 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in demons, freedom, Poetry Tags: after a week in Maine, are as smaart as the power within, demons, home again, surrender, the demons within

Home again after a week in Maine…
the demons within
are as smart as the power
within: Surrender
19 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Bug, Passing, Poetry Tags: age spots dance, bugs, champagne bubbles, elders, Jeanne, on the skin of life, Passing, veteran lovers

The Elders: Jeanne @ 75 Bugs @ 18
Age spots dance: champagne
bubbles on the skin of life
“veteran lovers”
18 Feb 2016 Leave a comment
in Atmosphere, Poetry, Solo in Maine Tags: 'neath one sky, Anthony Powell, creative fantasy, hard work, intangible, one ice ocean, one rugged winter, one snowbank, one tree, photo by margaret, Solo in Maine

photo by Margaret
one tree-one snowbank
one ice ocean ‘neath one sky
one rugged winter
“Writing is a combination of intangible creative fantasy and appallingly hard work.” —Anthony Powell
17 Feb 2016 1 Comment
in all that glitters in not gold, Elbows in Maine, Maine Elbows, Poetry Tags: Elbows in Maine, like craggy pine branches, Maine lets margaret spread her elbows, seeking sun and wind

Maine lets Margaret spread her elbows,
like craggy pine branches
seeking sun and wind
seeking sun and wind
craggy pine branches
like Margaret, spread their Maine branches