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  2. Tinker

    A Formative Year

    Badge, I kind of liked the Parkland title. I love the language " packet of crisps" , in the US "bag of chips" . I have to admit to being confused by who "he" is and the last line. My favorite line is "It is the chase that butters lips." ~~Tink
  3. badger11

    A Formative Year

    A salt and vinegar packet of crisps scuttles across tarmac into the bloom of purple, white, variegated crocus. She's waiting on the bench dedicated in loving memory of a husband. Not hers. But she liked his breakfast grin. His hands. A panting labrador ghosting that breath of eager life, tramples through the crocus, snaps at the crisp packet. It is the chase that butters lips. This morning was burnt toast: as dry as married sex he'd always say. And now it's raining. The rain's mawkish. Not her.
  4. badger11

    connection

    Marvellously imaginative as always. I don't think you need inside in L3. best badge
  5. badger11

    Walking from Cwmcarn to Fourteen Locks

    Thanks eclipse. marti and Tony. I have revised this, as always, but I'll keep the original on PMO! cheers badge
  6. badger11

    sanxian

    Enjoyed Tink (and the poems in the link). Great subject. best badge
  7. Tinker

    Poetry Prompts

    Oh I want to hit the like button so badly right now. 🐑 😍
  8. tonyv

    Poetry Prompts

    Lambing time soon -- drink to get drunk, smoke to get high ... Nodding off now.
  9. Tinker

    Poetry Prompts

    Prompt: lambing 2019 #12 muddy pregnant ewes grazing in rain on hillside lambing time soon ~~jvg
  10. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    Yesterday was not only Valentine's Day it was also National Ferris Wheel Day. So write a poem of 12 lines or more from the prompt: Ferris Wheel. At the Fair Word patterns scramble round and round, seeking the perfect order and placement as I write. Like the lights of the Ferris Wheel against the darkness of night, a blur of vibrant colors illuminating my mind, grouping thoughts into stanzas rocking gently in the air, the gondolas rising higher and higher then rounding and descending to spill out upon the page, still breathless from the ride. ~~ Judi Van Gorder
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  12. sanxian by Judi Van Gorder Written in verse form: San Hsien Companion haiku 2019 #14 And along the way I ran across these two ancient gems.
  13. Come Sail With Me 16 Lines Personification
  14. Tinker

    Haiku Journal / Share Your Haiku Here

    2019 #13 three stringed ancient lute plucked tones of Chinese folk song sounds twang in my ear ~~jvg Notes:
  15. Tinker

    Haiku Fridays

    2019 #14 clatter of rain fall begins my Friday morning yesterday repeat ~~jvg
  16. Tinker

    sanxian

    sanxian Plucked on lute, Chinese folk song, tones low, hang long. Made from snake's suit, picked on three strings, a sound with wings consorts with flute. Notes soft yet strong, ancient folk song plucked on lute. ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes:
  17. Tinker

    Be My Valentine

    Tony, Thanks for responding. Since A Poem I Read Today is not readable to non members I am providing a link to Modern Love, by Douglas Dunn outside of PMO. I appreciate your sharing it here. I missed it on the forum. ~~Judi
  18. tonyv

    Be My Valentine

    Judi, love poems are at the top of my list of favorites, but the ones that appeal to me the most are by far specifically the ones about lost love (and to a lesser degree, unrequited love). There are lots of poems that others might not consider to be love poems, yet to me they nevertheless are. Ill provide an example of just such a poem I shared a while back in the "A Poem I Read Today" forum. Here's the LINK.
  19. Tinker

    Be My Valentine

    Happy Valentine's Day. Today is a day for romance, long stemmed red roses, heart shaped boxes of chocolates, dinner reservations and love poems. What poet in love hasn't given a try at writing a love poem? Poetry simply lends itself to expressions of passion and romance. The coffee mug I use at the office has a quote on the side, "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet." Plato Love poems range from teen angst, sappy Hallmark rhymes, classic sonnets and everything between. Love has been a dominant topic of poetry since before the written word. What new can one say? I think love poems are amongst the most deadly traps for the cliché. One of the first poems I attempted to write was a love poem comparing love to a red rose, how original is that? The challenge for the contemporary poet is to avoid the abstract and touch on the unique, an intimate moment that makes the heart flutter.. Valentine Poem Do you remember the red boots and the muddy puddle? I remember the splash you made with the crowd, the laughter that colours my days. ~~Phil Wood Even the frame of the poem contributes to the theme. The sonnet seems to be love's vehicle for the classics. But love poems have taken on all shapes and sizes. Probably the best known of all love sonnets comes from Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806-1861, what English speaker wouldn’t recognize the first line of this sonnet? Sonnet 43 How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. ~~Elizabeth Barrett Browning Sonnet 65 Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but time decays? O fearful meditation! where, alack, Shall time’s best jewel from time’s chest lie hid? Or what strong hand can hold his swift foot back? Or who his spoil of beauty can forbid? O, none, unless this miracle have might, That in black ink my love may still shine bright. ~~William Shakespeare Sonnet XVII I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams. ~~Pablo Neruda translated by Mark Eisner So where ever you are in life and love, your words can share your journey. Undeniably You still could not figure out how I found the path again through this Visual confusion of green leaves, brown sticks, and open spaces. You wondered, did you ever leave a glow on the broken branches, or your scent lingering, afloat in the air, like a trail? Or was there a code in the chirping of birds or a signal from sunlight Breaking through the canopy, you, lit up from head to toe? You wondered still if ever I envisioned you a fairy, rising from a stream Flowing quietly, slowly, and you emerging wet, mysterious and sensual? Let my fingers touch your lips, enough of your wondering, For the sensations you left in this body, this skin, and these lips Are memories swirling in my pool of recall, for I wanted to catch Again those eyes where delight once undeniably dwelt. ~~ Joel Josel An Old Cliché, Love Backs to the sea as the sunsets on our lives we stand, equal partners bound by a pledge and a ring. Our feet firmly planted on the shore we lock fingers to steady each other on the shifting sand and face forward for one more adventure, committed to watch our last sunrise together. ~~Judi Van Gorder Even if you are between loves, nursing a broken heart or currently just feeling left out of the whole romance and roses thing, give this one day a chance. If you have a favorite love poem or want to share one of your own, please post it here. My hope for each of you is that you have many love poems in you waiting for that moment to burst free. ~~Tinker aka Judi Van Gorder
  20. Tinker

    Daily Poem Challenge

    "I'm late, I'm late for a very important date," This famous line rings in my head all of the time, because sad to say, I am one of those. It seems I'm always struggling to get somewhere on time and often missing the mark by at least a minute of two. Being late is so rude and I am very conscious of that, but still time gets away from me and I'm scrambling again. I have to admit when I'm waiting for someone who is 15 minutes or better late, I can't help being angry. Hypocritical I know, when I am a chronic culprit. It is one of the reasons I have my own business. I have staff to open on time and cover for me. I even have had dreams of being late. So the prompt for the day. Tardiness ~~Tink
  21. Tinker

    Ethan

    Looking for love poems for my blog on Thursday and ran across this one of Douglas' that I found stunning. Not what I was looking for to use on Valentine's Day, the end of love and therefore won't be using it. But I'm bumping it because I think it so good. So painful. So well communicated. Where is Douglas? Haven't seen him writing for a while. ~~Tink
  22. Tinker

    true love senryu

    Yes Joel, Senryu were named for a haiku writer and humorous poetry judge Karai Senryu. They are basically the human side of haiku, most often humorous. Technically, if it is funny, or ironic and touches on the human condition it is senryu. If it is serious it is haiku. But of course, over the decades and Westernization, the lines have become blurred and there are funny, ironic and human haiku. Personally, I try to separate haiku and senryu labels between serious, natural images for haiku and humorous images for senryu. And mostly leave the human condition for tankas. (which was the tanka's original intent}. ~~Tink
  23. Tinker

    Rosemary on a Rare Winter Morning

    Hi Joel, I don't know if it really has a name. I'm not a photographer but I do have a camera in my phone and I'm trying to use it more. Last Tuesday's snow did inspire me. First I took the photo. Then I wrote a quick haiku which is often my first response to something that moves me. The following day I wrote another haiku about it's disappearance. I wasn't really thinking to write a longer poem. But I was thinking about what I might write in my "blog" for Thursday. Once the blog was written, the poem followed. Using a photo as a prompt isn't that unusual. In this case the poem was inspired by the whole experience, the photo just lent a visual companion. And it really is just an ordinary bush planted as a permanent herb for cooking. I also have thyme that thrives year round in my garden. Other herbs are transient and I replant over and over like basil, oregano, and parsley in a window box in my kitchen. Once I started cooking with fresh herbs, I found cooking with dried herbs simply is not as satisfying. ~~Tink
  24. JoelJosol

    On the Table

    Thanks Tink/Judi.
  25. JoelJosol

    true love senryu

    I thought senryu poems are like haiku. They just differ in content. I have never tried senryu. So, I am studying these examples and assessing it based on what I have read. There is one that I like here "When I first saw youStanding on the hot roadwayI knew life began" The first two lines remind me of haiku and the last line the haiku fragment, except the fragment is a concept or abstract.
  26. JoelJosol

    Rosemary on a Rare Winter Morning

    Tinker, is this what they call a poem about a picture? The theme is carried by the key words - transient, delicate (with alliteration in escalates), melt, fade and forgotten. Reminds me of a quote, "beauty does not last forever". With your poem, some are eaten 🙂
  27. Tinker

    Haiku Journal / Share Your Haiku Here

    Hi Jake, Your post was so spaced out making it difficult to read and it went on forever so I cleaned it up a bit. I'm sorry but centering such a long piece screws up the spacing. Since I was in there, I also corrected the spelling of Haibun. I too grew up in the hills of Berkeley and El Cerrito but in the 50s. The thing I most remember were the lights at night reflecting up from the city. I moved away from the East Bay in the 60s and moved about an hour and a half north. Nothing like moving across the world. ~~Tink 2019 #10 San Francisco lights, sight from my bedroom window in East Bay hills ~~jvg 2019 #11 Alcatraz search light slowly rotates round and round, seen from my window ~~jvg
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