Shadow of a camel
I am a shadow
under the sky
swinging singing
by and by.
Shadows catch the light-
point deep
divine direction
of God’s leap!
Pattern #49 Shadow
16 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: divine direction, God's leap, light, pattern, point deep, shadow, shadows, singing, sky, swinging
Comfort Food
15 Oct 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: bones, broth, chicken soup, clout, comfort food, daughter, diced, fresh parsley, husband, lemon, potatoes, sliced, soup, spiced, surgery, vegetables, washed out, weary, wine, zucchini
Feed Your family
Comfort Food
by Jeanne Poland
My daughter arrived with husband behind,
Post surgery, weary, washed out;
I’d made them a soup with chicken and vegs:
Some broth that gave bones back their clout.
Some wine spiced it sweet, with onions, anise,
Carrots, rosemary, and chicken breasts sliced;
Potatoes, fresh parsley, lemon, zucchini,
Comfort delivered all spiced, sliced and diced!
Gummy Bugs
14 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: autumn beetles, cat's eyes, cookie cutter mold, cross eyes, fall, focus, fountain of youth, glow in dark, green slugs, gummy bugs, hocus pocus, red eyes glow, spiders, super ball, tattoos, teeth. fly, toys
glow in the dark tattoos
Gummy bugs stick to wall:
lodge in teeth
fly in eye
silky spiders
autumn beetles
green slugs
glow in dark
for fall!
Tattoos:
red eyes glow
goggle eyes show
cat’s eyes know
cross eyes slow
to focus.
ho·cus po·cus!
My 38 year old daughter turned into a child yesterday when offered super ball, yo-yo and cat cookie cutter mold.
All of these were part of the Halloween Packet from Oriental Trading. So we see the fountain of youth: toys!
A Mortimer Minute (A Poetry Bunny Hop)
13 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: Bunny Question, frizztext, guitar music as a poem, Joy Acey, local flavor, meter, Mortimer Moment, rhyme, slang, Video
Watch those bunny teeth!
Bunny Question #1:
What does it take to be a children’s poet?
Answer:
chutzpah
Bunny Question #2
Do poets use slang?
Answer:
Often. They call it “colloquialism”. And it works well when it rings with meter, rhyme and local flavor.
Bunny Question #3
Can a poem have no words?
Answer:
Some poems are sounds like this one from Germany.
I am touched by Joy Acey’s invite to spend a Mortimer Minute with these lively poets who preceeded me.
Feel free to visit their blogs:
Poetry Friday: The Mortimer Minute Children’s Poetry Blog Hop
http://tabathayeatts.blogspot.com/2013/09/mortimer-minute.html
http://irenelatham.blogspot.com/2013/09/mortimer-is-in-house.html
http://myjuicylittleuniverse.blogspot.com/2013/09/childrens-poetry-blog-hop.htm
http://www.poetryforkidsjoy.blogspot.com
Here is a video of me reading one of my favorite poems.
https://thevibrantchanneledcreator.wordpress.com/2011/08/23/bit-by-a-bug/
Finally,
I would like to invite all those poets who take time to visit this blog to take a Mortimer Moment.
Just reply in the comments section if you are interested.
Pattern #48 Autumnal Russet
12 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: Autumn, baby green, burst, dew, gourd, gourds, russet, russet reds, sap, seedlings, seeds, siesta, snow, spring, summer, tender shoots, winter
Gourds
Gourds hold seeds;
birth them when they need
to burst for winter’s
long siesta under snow.
Seeds grow seedlings;
tender shoots in baby green
spring up to sun
look for their mom.
Unfurl fresh leaves
reach out from stem
when summer’s dew
wakes sap in them.
“Til Fall again
grows gourds in russet reds
with seeds that burst
for winter under snow.
Pattern #47 Blogging
11 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: blogging, every day, links, Mortimer Minute, Oliver, Oliver Tries Push-Ups, polish, push-ups, rave, singing birds, sprinkle sunshine, succinctly
Oliver Tries Push-Ups
Blogging’s like push-ups
Every day counts.
Small push grows big push
Larger amounts.
Sprinkle some sunshine
Add singing birds.
Follow each link
Neither lost nor swerved.
Say it succinctly
Write it: be brave
Blog it; don’t hog it
Just polish each rave.
(I have been invited to play with a Mortimer Minute starting tomorrow. Bring it on!)
Pattern #46 Go home Have Babies (Every Mustang’s Dream)
10 Oct 2013 2 Comments
in Family Tags: calvary, discerned, DVD, fast, finish, foes, guarded, herd, raw, spirit, stallion, wild mustang
Spirit was a mustang
Wild and fast his flight;
Galloped ’til a stallion
Led the herd each night.
Wild and fast his flight;
“Til Calvary made him fight
For freedom and his rights.
Galloped ’til a stallion
Rode his muscles raw;
Heaved his breath: neighed his jaw.
Led the herd each night;
Guarded them from foes
As every mustang knows.
I showed my 4 year old grand daughter the DVD of “Spirit”.
At the finish, she asked:”Can they go home now and have babies?”
She discerned what mattered, even for a horse.
Pattern #45 Invisible Links
08 Oct 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: carbon, converge, converts, crystal, crystallize, diamond, e-mail touches, grateful sigh, guitar strings, ice fossils, inner cave, invisible links, light my way, pattern, sweet connection, tear in an eye, text, understanding, weights
Cave in Iceland
weights compress crystal
ice fossils converge:carbon
converts to diamond
sometimes a sweet connection comes to me in text,
or guitar strings,
or e-mail touches.
other times it is a tear in an eye,
or a grateful sigh.
these links of understanding crystallize in my inner cave
and light my way
How Can a Poet Tell A Man’s Been In the Kitchen?
06 Oct 2013 5 Comments
in Family Tags: bird, broom, cabinets, counters, crumbs, dirt, footprints, hear, interact, Kitchen, kitchen floor, nap sack, poet, rhyme, rhythm, scrubbing clean, see, sugar, wandering
Messy Kitchen Sink
(sing to the tune of The Happy Wanderer)
When oft’ I go a wandering,
My nap sack on my back,
I know my man leaves odd footprints:
The kitchen floor has tracks!
I can hear, I can see,
I can hear
I can see ee ee ee ee ee
I can see
The kitchen floor has tracks!
The cabinets are open wide,
The sugar’s sprinkled high,
The dirt’s pressed down upon its side,
Like bird poo dropped from nigh!
I pull out pen and quickly write
As far as I can see;
While scrubbing clean the stains to right
And ordering cleanly!
I whisk the broom; collect the crumbs,
The meters in my step
The pots and pans, the prunes and plums
Are shining bright, yep, yep!
It’s time for rhyme and rhythm now,
The counters neat; food stacked.
The order’s back, you smell the chow:
“Come down and interact!”
Maracas Night @the Barn
05 Oct 2013 3 Comments
in Family, Uncategorized Tags: barn, calabash, David Harrison, gourds, hips, jaw, maracas, night, rhythm, rocks stones, shakes, shells
Harrison plays the calabash
Michelle the maracas
Photo by Jeanne
Who shakes his gourd? by
fireside? shakes his shells, hips, jaw?
rocks stones with his rhythm?
maracas
a pair of hollow club like gourd or gourd-shaped containers filled with beans, pebbles, or similar objects, shaken as a percussion instrument.
ma·ri·a·chi
denoting a type of traditional Mexican folk music, typically performed by a small group of strolling musicians dressed in native costume.
calabash
an evergreen tropical American tree that bears fruit in the form of large woody gourds.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 