Tallies end rallies; promises leap!
Separate but equal; candid apes keep!
CANDID APES KEEP!
ELECTION DAY COUPLET
08 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
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ON THE DUSTY TOE OF MY BOOT
07 Nov 2012 4 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: boots, disco, drums and bass, floor wax, laces, sequins, style, sweet, sweet smell, tango, waltz, wheels, wood floor
ON THE DUSTY TOE OF MY BOOTS
Wood floor wax clings to sheen on laces, toes and wheels:
Dancer’s gloss from twists and turns and jumps and spins;
The rink’s smooth soil that grows the steps to follow rhythm’s beat
The heat, the sweet smell of feet a-rolling twirling treat!
Dancer’s gloss from twists and turns and jumps and spins;
Sequins sparkling:reflections on the walls
And ceilings glitter-mirrored balls.
The rink’s smooth soil that grows the steps to follow rhythm’s beat
The disco, waltz and tango choreography
With drums and bass polyphony.
The heat, the sweet smell of feet a-rolling twirling treat
Alive, amidst the blur of speed, the lycra shimmer suit
Mirrored on my skate, the dusty toe of roller boot!
11/7/12
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Jeanne
MEDIA GOT IT RIGHT
04 Nov 2012 3 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: floating, hope, media, Sandy
They got it right: graphs, alerts,
Evacuation plans;
Doppler flashings: East Coast- Great Lakes
North to South: damp to frost
Wind speeds!!! Moon pulls!!!
Irreversibles!
Floating cars, boardwalks, subways.
We weren’t ready for the darkness
Looting
Grasping through our private space.
Our hope’s been struck
Fractured.
Can’t sew it up quickly.
Only SLOW remains.
Slow shallow breaths:
Not the stink of it.
Rather cling to spirit strength:
The grace to walk on water!
Arms extended to the One Who
Lifts me up, makes all things NEW!
He knew. He knows.
More than the media!
I’m in his arms.
HE KNOWS MORE THAN THE MEDIA!
CULTURED APPLES
02 Nov 2012 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: brilliance, byte, cloves, cultured apples, food, grafted, nutmeg, pruned, reflective glow
Cultured Apples
Cultured Apples
Apples schooled in culture:
Pruned and grafted, daft and crafted
‘Til they gleam with dapple brilliance
Dipped and mashed and sliced and diced!
Pruned and grafted, daft and crafted:
Works of art for Macintosh
Symbols of a juicy bite, a byte’s delight!
“Til they gleam with dappled brilliance
Like your cheeks reflective glow
When you smile a mile wide… slow
Dipped and mashed and sliced and diced
A treat served cold or spiced ’til hot
With cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg dot!
Jeanne
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My Review of A Child’s Garden Of Poetry DVD
01 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
From the Emmy Award-winning producer of the Classical Baby series comes an all new special designed to give young viewers an introduction to the world of poetry. A Childs Garden of Poetry is a magical mix of lyrical animation, poems on screen, and live action scenes, featuring some of the worlds gr…
Exquisite Portrait of Poetry Enthusiasm
By Quicksilver from Hudson, NY on 11/1/2012
Pros: Smooth Integration, Informative, Marvelous Variety, Great Cinematography, Original, Entertaining, High Production Value, Engaging Characters
Cons: No Interactive Features
Best Uses: Play As A Tradition, Perfect Gift, Adult Viewers, Special Needs, Younger Viewers, Travel, In The Car, At Home
Describe Yourself: Movie Buff
After showing my 3 and 1 year old grandchildren, I’m going to film my granddaughter reciting the 3 poems she created so far.
She’ll learn close-ups, editing, and music accompaniment.A script might be introduced too.
(legalese)
IMPATIENCE
01 Nov 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: balk, dribbles, gawk, impatience, poland, squawk, vexes
IMPATIENCE
IMPATIENCE
IMPATIENCE feels important;
Pulls upon my hem;
“I’m here” he moans,
“Vexing you” and then
Pulls upon my hem;
Dribbles through his frown;
Claws me up and down.
“I’m here” he moans,
“To burn you hot:
Your breath to rot!”
Vexing you and then:
Pulled back, you squawk
And gawk and talk and balk!
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11/1/12
Jeanne Poland
DESOLATION’S CHILD
29 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: desolation
Desolation’s child
My eyes gray: misery’s shadow;
Dusk falls:lays waste the light;
Forlorn, alone, no hope,
Abandoned to the night.
Dusk falls: lays waste the light;
Touch, too, withdraws its stroke.
Awoke me, left, bereft.
Forlorn, alone, no hope,
Desolation’s child
Unprotected, riled.
Abandoned to the night
Tipple’s blight
Unbalanced, withered plight.
Find faith.
Jeanne Poland
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A ROMANTIC VIDEO POEM
27 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: Romancing the Wind
Another Video Poem which speaks a thousand words musically:
The Ultimate in Kite Flying.
Romancing the wind with 3 kites. . .
One kite is controlled by his right leg, the other two by his hands.
Ray Bethell, a resident of Vancouver, BC is one of the most famous kite flyers in the world. He controls three kites in a ballet set to “The Flower Duet.” When you see two tails together, he’s flying two of the kites next to each other. At about 3:00, all three are together. Notice at the end where he lays two of the kites down, one on top of the other and the third —- well, you just have to wait to see what he does with that one.
WHO LIVES THERE IN THE WALL?
27 Oct 2012 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: rafter moans, spooks tones
THE RAFTERS FALL…
The pipe’s alive: it grunts and groans;
It pings and puffs;
It knocks and rocks the walls;
Spooks tones that talk and moan.
It pings and puffs
Great billowing muffs
Escaping ‘tween the bluffs!
It knocks and rocks the walls
The rafters fall
From large to small.
Spooks tones that talk and moan;
Whose whisper’s on the phone
That whines so all alone?
Jeanne Poland
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10/27/12
THE INTIMATE FLAVOR OF MEN IN MY LIFE
24 Oct 2012 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: antipasto, custard, endless feast, food, greek food, intimate flavors, licorice, manhattans
Don is bread pudding
Fluffy and warm;
Molds to the box,
But crispy when worn.
Gino’s like pizza,
Exotic and fresh;
Take him to picnics
In Bangladesh!
John is a popsicle
Frozen and trim;
Bite him in bits
His taste to win.
Bob’s like thick licorice
Black chewy bites;
Savor the flavor:
Calligraphy nights!
Dad’s antipasto,
Appetizer Man
Served with Manhattans
And olives in can.
Owen’s an orgy
Of Greek food and fare;
Of skewers and custards
And feta-s somewhere.
Wrap them all up,
Sprinkle caterers throughout;
An endless feast make:
Leave out sauerkraut!
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 