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  2. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    Ring Joyful Form used, Glosa "day 21" Theme: Bells. Could be bells or belles. Door bells, church bells, 'with bells on,' --any kind of bells--but used in conjunction with Christmas Required words: stargazing, meander, etiquette, break, jump, ring. Forbidden words: fly, wing, chime. Additional parameters: any form (state form with link to how that form works) as long as it is at least 24 lines long. (Do a double or triple if necessary!)
  3. Tinker

    Ring Joyful

    Ring Joyful An angel called to Mary one day. "You will have a baby," she heard him say, Now not yet married was Mary - however The obedient girl just said, "Whatever." The Christmas Story by William Holmes A time, 2000 years ago a young girl, Mary, thought to be 15 or so, would skip and jump and danced to the joyful rhythm of the tinkling bells on her skirt. Making music with gentle sway meandering about her room and into her parent's walled yard to stargaze at night. Then she'd pray. An angel called to Mary one day. Being devout, she had no fear. No tocsin rang a warning sound within her immaculate heart. She saw the glory of his soul and simply listened with her own. She invited him in to stay With grace he accepted and bowed then entered to the soft ringing of the angelus. "My Lady,", "You will have a baby": she heard him say, What must have travelled through her mind? Her innocence was unblemished. Her love for her God unquestioned. Just how would her parents react? Her friends were sure to be surprised. She would not be thought to, never would others think she would give birth so young. Yet a joyful peal rang from within. They prayed together. No, not yet married was Mary - however, She was promised to a young man of good heart. She did not want to break it. Unsure of etiquette appropriate to inform him, she was assured he already knew and rejoiced. He'd not sever their bond, his commitment secure and he still loved and cherished her. In typical teen endeavor, The obedient girl just said, "Whatever." ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▼
  4. tonyv

    five fake poems

    Welcome, Jake. I love the poems in this "Fake" series, especially "Fake Friends." Of course, I did visit your website before you joined. After all, I had to make sure you aren't really "Fake Jake," that you're the real deal. Your site is thought provoking and your background intriguing. "Fake Smiles" has musicality and reads like a song. Can you dig it?!? I'm taken back to Cyrus from "The Warriors," and I love it! I'm excited that you've joined. Tony
  5. jakecaller

    down in dirt publishes my poetry

    <Img src="https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/2009-scars-lit-calendar_-200x300.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="300" class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-952" /> Hi there from Scars Publications - we wanted to let you know that Scars Publications released a 2019 weekly literary date book. On the right-hand side of every open set of pages in the book is a week of the 2019 calendar year (from 12/23/18 through 1/4/20), and on the left-hand side of every page (and sometimes at the bottom of right-hand page weeks with the beginnings or endings of the month leaving space) there is room for short poetry, micro-prose and artwork chosen from 2018 issues of cc&d magazine and Down in the Dirt magazine. Since your material was chosen (both writing and select artwork was chosen to be included) from the past year of accepted materials for inclusion in this annual literary date book, we wanted to let you know about this brand-new annual collection book is titled "2019 literary review date book"! Links to see all of chosen writers and artists (and the titles of their work) in "the 2019 literary review date book": http://scars.tv/2018collection/the2019lit
  6. jakecaller

    welcome to my web site

    please check out my web site, Https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com for the latest in my poetry, fiction and observations. Feedback welcomed.
  7. jakecaller

    five fake poems

    Fake Souls And Other Fake Things Poems By Jake Cosmos Aller Index Fake souls Fake Jake Fake Relationships Fake Friends Fake smiles from my unpublished chapbook, "Fake Things" available on my web page https://theworldaccordingtocosmos.com ake Souls In this hyper-materialist era We find ourselves in Is there such a thing as a true soul? Or have we all become Nothing but fake souls The rights to our souls Long ago sold To the evil masters of the universe The secret programmers Of this cosmic video game We all live in And our dear leader Donald Trump Has a fake soul As he acts like he is robot Trying to fake real human emotions And usually failing miserably Fake Jake Many years ago I proclaimed to the world I was Jake And I was not a fake But I was the real deal But over the years I too have become fake And yes Jake Is also nothing but a fake Fake Relationships In this modern world Where everything seems fake There are few genuine relationships left Most relationships are market driven How can this person help me In my career or in life What can I get from them How can I use them for my advantage And what do they want in return And we are all nothing but personal brands Competing all the time for the next gig job And romance Has been reduced to sexual lust And nothing more And few people want babies Any more Babies are expensive And limit your ability To compete for your next bed partner And being real, telling people what we really think Is usually a CLM – career limiting move so to speak So, everyone hides their true feelings And are resigned to living this fake life In a world filled with fake people I wonder if there are any real people left Fake Friends In this world of fake things Where nothing is real Nothing is authentic And the market rules us all There is no room For real friendship We are all using each other To get ahead So we pretend to be friends All the time Plotting against our so called friends To get ahead The market rewards the most vicious Sociopathic values rule the market Friendship is for wimps And losers Those winners end up Alone all alone For they have no real friends But boy do they have real enemies For in this fake world of ours Perhaps hate is the one real emotion That has survived Fake Smiles The old soul classic Smiling faces got it right “Smiling faces sometimes Pretend to be your friend Smiling faces show no traces Of the evil that lurks within (can you dig it?) Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes They don't tell the truth Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof Oh, oh, yeah Let me tell you The truth is in the eyes 'cause the eyes don't lie, amen Remember, a smile is just a frown turned upside down my friend So, hear me when I'm saying Smiling faces, smiling faces, sometimes, yeah They don't tell the truth Smiling faces, smiling faces tell lies and I got proof (Beware) beware of the handshake That hides the snake (can you dig it, can you dig it?) I'm a-tellin' you beware of the pat on the back It just might hold you back Jealousy, (jealousy) misery (misery) envy (envy) I…” Boy did the singer get it right In this world of fake things Where the market rules us all The art of the fake smile Has been perfected They say that many people Have mastered the art of the fake smile Where you smile and pretend to like someone your victim does not suspect that the smile is because you are thinking of stabbing them in the back oh yes in a world of fake people beware, beware of smiling faces Five Fake Souls.docx
  8. Yesterday
  9. Ha, we went to a brunch a while back at the home of friends from Ireland who served blood sausage. I saw it {black} but it didn't appeal to me and once I was told it was "blood sausage" I politely declined. My husband ate it though. Usually I try to be adventuresome and at least try new foods, but I just couldn't take the bite he offered. Like haggis, I couldn't do that either. I think it is common in the British Isles and probably most Baltic countries. ~~Judi PS a Mexican client of mine brought me "head cheese" he had made as a Christmas gift. I politely accepted and later on asked several others if they would like to have it. Everyone declined and I ended up throwing it away.
  10. dr_con

    The bird with the glass eye

    A distinct 'vision.' A ceremony of making the synthetic organic. Nice work. Juris
  11. dr_con

    On Reading

    Thanks Tony & Tink! I'm glad you enjoyed it. And Tony indeed you 'got it' Have subscribed to the daily Paris Review Poem from the archives, and was reading “Portal,” by Ann Snodgrass and was struck by a particular motion, a textual sleight of hand, that I love when done well.And the poem emerged from that;-) Highly recommend the Paris review daily poem list. Took a look at the website but could not find the signup, but poke around, well worth it;-) Juris
  12. dr_con

    Shelter

    Beautiful existential summary of sadness and loneliness I'm particularly taken with Juris
  13. JoelJosol

    Shelter

    I can feel the heat of the sun but where is the warmth of love? I can hear the birds chirping but where is the sound of joy? People all around wear their widest smiles but where is my happiness? How can I stretch my lips to feign a smile when it is my mind that is stiff? How can I be in a crowd, intermixing shadows, but feel so alone? Why from all the mobile calls I only get busy tones when all I need is someone to wrap their arms around me, and shelter me from this loneliness?
  14. tonyv

    Hush, He's Sleeping

    I've only seen "palpable" used once in a poem, in Archibald MacLeish's "Ars Poetica." Interestingly he also uses "mute" (along with "palpable") in that poems first line. Perhaps the prompt that led to this poem has inspired a brand new ars poetica. 😊 Thanks for sharing this one, Judi, and for remembering the reason for the season. The title and poem are perfectly matched. Tony
  15. tonyv

    The bird with the glass eye

    I like the progression from the bird's glass eye to a glass earth and how the speaker longs to be an ecological one with nature. He gives credit where credit is due: to the distant "precious" bird. Nice work, Barry! Tony
  16. tonyv

    Eggs

    I do appreciate @dr_con's careful read -- thank you, Juris, for the Cliff Notes! -- without which, due to my own inept reading, I might have missed how well-written this is. It is pleasing, compact and profound. Tony
  17. tonyv

    On Reading

    I love this, too. The length and layout are appealing, very much to my liking. "On Reading" is almost a description of a few key things that excite me about poetry: "reading" between the lines -- Not what is written the implied hesitation -- and tempo: an intake of breath letting go ... The last two stanzas are thrilling. The poem is pleasing, polished, competent, accomplished. Tony (PS -- Of course, use whatever line spacing you like, but if you prefer to use a single space between lines, just hold down SHIFT when you hit Enter/Return at the end of any line. I only mention this because it has occurred to me that the feature might not be very intuitive.)
  18. tonyv

    Witch

    And thank you, Juris! The changes were minor -- tenses, pronouns, etc. -- but I think they significantly improved the poem. Nice to see you! Tony
  19. tonyv

    Witch

    Thank you, Marti. I'm pleased that it had the same effect on both of you, that the line between dream and reality was blurred. As always, I'm delighted to see you! Tony
  20. I, myself, have been a vegetarian1 for about eighteen years, but I have tried this back in the day. Some other cultures have it, too, so I've seen it for sale, for example Portuguese style. But the kind I've tried was homemade. There's the … casing. 😀 For filler I've seen barley used. And then there's the blood, obtained in gallon jugs from the butcher shop. After it's cooked, the product itself is black and to some degree crispy. Tony 😃 1. I still eat eggs, dairy products, and seafood.
  21. Last week
  22. No offense guys but I'm not a huge sausage fan anyway and when you add the word "blood", it really sounds disgusting. But I imagine if you ask your local butcher they could get it for you. ~~Tink
  23. Tinker

    On Reading

    Hi DC, I simply love this. It is so focused. ~~Tink
  24. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    Notes: ▼ "Day 19 - " Theme: Currier & Ives Christmas. Write a rhyming poem that takes us back in time to a Currier & Ives kind of Christmas. (Google Currier & Ives if you aren't familiar with them.) Think simpler times, family oriented. Togetherness. No cell phones, video games or TV. Words to use: harness, candle, envelope, stick Forbidden words: auto, car, TV, cellphone, video, computer, internet, For some reason, these prompts bring out my dark side. Picture Perfect Christmas Frosty snowbound village with garland all around cozy candle lit cottages where love of family abounds. Enveloped in Christmases of old were homemade gifts and sweets and sleigh bells in the narrow streets. Holiday sights and sounds untold. Every person went to church Currier and Ives sold a brand A cardinal watches from his perch. Were things really all that grand? Kids enjoyed a sticky taffy pull and snow ball fights for sure a practice still secure and on the farm, dared tip a bull. A well worn harness hangs on the rustic stable wall next to the old mare’s stall, there’s pens to muck before supper clangs. Nostalgia for the good old days when life was simpler then you know, "Good will to men" when seen through a rosy haze. No people of color do you see or derelicts, drunks or gays. They don’t fit this idealic way around the Victorian tree. The truth is life was hard in this picture perfect note and women couldn’t even vote when grandma cooked with lard. ~~Judi Van Gorder
  25. I dreamt about a forest where I exchanged blood with one of the trees, a bird with a glass eye sat on a branch in silence as visions of desecration passed through it's synthetic eye. I froze with the earth, trees grew new worlds, the bird found our earth, I was the conduit as it communicated images of a flourishing ecology. I want to create a glass earth within everyone to incubate a paradigm and leave fingerprints as plentiful as the forests, to test commitments to the cause and making a covenant with a distant precious bird.
  26. dr_con

    Witch

    Chilling indeed. Saw only the final edit, but thought it pitch perfect. Good Work Tony! J
  27. dr_con

    Open Doors

    I agree! Beautiful, well conceived and a delight with its internal conflicts, historical allusions, and beautiful images. An absolute delight. J
  28. Ahhhh the memories! 😉 TY Tink.... Have no idea where I can get good blood sausage these days, but now you have me thinking;-) Juris
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