Thursday, September 29, 2011

The Thursday Think Tank #68 - Red


What is red to you?  When you see the color or read the word what pops into your head?  Its an easy enough word to write about.  Below you will see a few interesting facts about the color red. Read through them and let it stimulate your pen.

Red is the color for beauty in many languages.  Red is the highest arc of the rainbow.  Red is the first color you lose sight of at twilight. The longest wavelength of light is red.

Bees can't see the color red, but they can see all other bright colors. Red flowers are usually pollinated by birds, butterflies, bats, and wind, rather than bees.

In Chinese culture colors corresponded with the five primary elements, the directions and the four seasons. Red was associated with summer, fire and the South.  In Japan red is the color of Shinto sanctuaries.  In Sweden, Falun red (red based on the pigment from the Falun mine) was reserved for the privelaged class.

In China red is associated with good luck and fortune.  In Greece Easter eggs are dyed red and the Greek expression "Piase kokkino" (touch red) is said when two people say the same thing at the same time. It is believed that the event is an omen that the two will have an argument in the future, which can only be broken when the two touch the closest thing that is red .  In England, red phone booths and red double decker buses , are national icons.

In India, a red mark on the forehead is said to bring good luck.  Red is the color most associated with the Soviet Union during communist reign.  Over the past decade, scientists have reported the successful use of red light as an effective in the treatment of migraine headaches and cancer.

In the United States, beginning with the 2000 presidential election, red has been recognized to represent the Republican Party, and "red states" are states that tend to favor the Republicans.

Eric the Red is the Norweign Viking credited for colonizing Greenland... he earned his nickname from his bright red hair and beard

Red carpet treatment: giving privileged treatment to an important person.  Red in the face: to become embarassed.  Seeing red: to be angered.  Red flag: a warning of danger.  Not worth a red cent: having no value.  Red letter day: a memorable, joyful day.  Red tape: excessive formalities in govermental process.  In the red: a term to describe an economic loss.  In the financial arena, red symbolizes a negative direction.

Feng shui recommends painting the front door of a home red to invite prosperity to the residents.
According to "The Language of Stained Glass" at Armstrong Browing Library at Baylor University: When

Dante spoke of the Seraphim - the first of the nine choirs of Angels - the color that "glows" was the pure orange vermilion which his fellow citizens and brothers-in-spirit (the painters, illuminators, and glassmen) knew as red. So, it may be said that pure red is the color of divine love, the Holy Spirit, courage, self-sacrifice, martyrdom, and all the warm impulses that belong to the great-hearted everywhere.

Red is the color that means "severe" in the color-coded threat system established by presidential order in March 2002. This system quickly informs law enforcement agencies when intelligence indicates a change in the terrorist threat facing the United States.

We hope all these odd facts about red have caused you to think.  We cant wait to see what you will pen today.  

Come back for Mr. Lynky around lunch

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Life of a Poet - Richard Walker


Kids, I have always loved the name of Mr. Walker’s blog, Sadly Waiting for Recess, the more so as Richard is a teacher and it conjures up such cute images. He has also been sadly waiting for an interview, for a very long time, so today we are finally sitting down with him, to see how things are in the land of  poetry, and public education. Richard  has some very  astute things to say about what’s happening in our schools. Sharpen your pencils, kids, and go to your seats. Mr. Walker is about to give a class!
                                        
Poets United: Richard, nice to be talking to you at last! I so love the name of your blog. What is the story behind how you named your site?

Mr. Walker, Sadly Waiting for Recess!

Richard: I’m glad you asked that question. A number of years ago, I had a student teacher, and he wanted to try teaching our fifth-graders to write sestinas. So, I said, “Okay.” We taught the lesson and the students wrote sestinas. Then, Susan Sibbet, from California Poets in the Schools (CPITS), came in to our class to teach poetry writing, which she has done with my class for many years now. We showed her what the students had already written. One of the poems in particular impressed her, one titled “Sadly Waiting for Recess” by a boy named Matthew. At the end of our time with her, after eight sessions or so, she always puts together an anthology, with one or two poems from each student, and they all get to keep a copy. Everyone liked Matthew’s poem, so it was a natural choice for the anthology.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Poem of the Week - Dear Me (27 September, 2011)

The poem of the week this week is by Shanyn Silinski who blogs at Sunflower Poetry.






The poem is Dear Me


Dear Me,
I think you should know,
it wasn’t your fault.
You didn’t do one thing wrong.
Wasn’t asked for,
wasn’t earned.
You were just a kid, you know?
No one listened, no one heard you.
Their silence said yes,
Your tears stained face cried NO.

Dear Me,
It’s not easy being here now,
knowing what we know.
That they could have, should have
done something, anything…but
they chose nothing.
You aren’t to blame, they lied.

Dear Me,
We are okay now, ya know?
They cannot hurt us,
they cannot blame us.
We know the road to freedom.
We have a voice to shout,
and we do.

Dear Me,
I love you, ya know?
Scars and rough spots.
Places that always seem sore,
that ache that doesn’t fade.
I love it all because, you and me
we survived. We are alive.

Dear Me,
Want to meet me by the pond?
We’ll skinny dip or dig in the sand.
want to meet me in the hammock?
We can read a book or have a nap.
It is our time now.
Let’s go play like the kids
we
never
were.


Shanyn, thank you for being part of Poets United.  We definitely enjoy your work and am glad for your participation.

We hope that you all enjoy this poem of Shanyn's and also spend some time exploring her blog.  Poets United is about community; and it is good to support one another however we can.

Posted to Poets United by Mary Kling who posts poetry almost daily at In the Corner of My Eye.

Midnight Snack (004)


A simple photo prompt for insomniacs, early birds and the rest of you.
You can post at anytime its just the night owls and early birds get the first crack at it.




Beauty is Happiness by anubiskitten at deviantART



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Write...       
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Monday, September 26, 2011

Blog of the Week - Madhumakhi (26 September, 2011)

At Poets' United we have poets of all ages.  This week we are featuring the blog of Madhumakhi,  a teenaged student from India who is already, at a young age, a serious and talented poet.  Her work can be found at    Madhumakhi's Poetry



Madhumakhi writes in a wide variety of styles and often participates in Thursday Think Tank and Poetry Pantry.  It is nice to see a young person who takes such an interest in poetry.  A few of her poems to take a look at are:

My Thoughts are Not My Own

Kites

Mysterious Mirror

Madhumakhi, thank you for being a member of Poets United and participating avidly with us here.

Hope others will enjoy the poems of this poet as much as we do and come back here and make a comment after you have read a few.  Poets United is always about community and supporting one another's creative efforts as best we can.

Post, for Poets United, by Mary Kling who posts at In the Corner of My Eye.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! - #68

If you need other things to find your muse don't forget to check out The Thursday Think Tank and our Midnight Snack we posted this week.  Both are great prompts to write for.



The Poetry Pantry
2nd Chance Poems or 1st time shares

Anything goes!! All Poems, all Poets, All Week!!

Do you have a poem you would like to share? Something that you just felt inspired to write and want others to read. Perhaps it’s a poem that didn’t get as much exposure on your blog as you would have liked. Maybe it’s a poem that you wrote a long time ago that you would like people to revisit. That’s what this section of Poets United is for.

Each Sunday we start a new post with a New Mr. Linky for you. This is so that you can post a link to anything you want us to read, anything at all related to poetry or prose found on your own poetry blogs. It will remain open all week so that you can show us your writings and thoughts. You can post links weekly should you chose to do so. What poetry you put here is up to you so don't be afraid to share with us!!

Friday, September 23, 2011

I Wish I'd Written This

Lovely description of a lovely love.
 
By Wendell Berry

They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone.

From "A Timbered Choir", by Wendell Berry.
















Click on the title to go to poetryfoundation.org's posting of They Sit Together on the Porch.  Click on the poet's name to learn more about Wendell Berry.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Thursday Think Tank #67 - Rain


"A poet is someone who stands outside in the rain hoping to be struck by lightning."
~James Dickey

Rain or the lack of rain seems to be a constant topic on the news.  Depending where you are you have either had way too much or not a single drop.  I am dealing with the latter living here in Texas.  I haven’t seen a decent rain cloud in months and boy do we need it.  With grass fires and winter headed our way we may be going without for even longer.  Every time a storm pops up it seems to skip my area.  I miss the smell of fresh rain that a gust of wind can bring minutes before the skies open up.  I miss the wet grass after a good spring storm.  I miss the feel of a thousand pin pricks of sensation on my skin as search out a puddle to jump in.  I miss the rain.

"And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow."
~Gilbert K. Chesterton

When you think of rain what comes to mind?  Are you envisioning the scene in Nicholas Sparks movie The Notebook where everyone’s latest heartthrob Ryan Goesling is professing his undying love to Rachel McAdams in a romantic rain storm?  What is your rain fantasy?  We all have one even if it is a simple as sitting at a pond watching the water ripple by small drops rain.

Rain.  
Think of the word. 
What do you envision? 

As always we are excited to read your poetry and prose and can’t wait to see what storms stir in your mind this week.  We have our umbrellas out just waiting for your words to pour in today.

I am late today so there will be no delay on Mr. Lynky today.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Life of a Poet ~ The Unknown Gnome


Kids, save this one for evening, as the light softly fades to twilight, put on some dreamy music, pour yourself a glass of wine and enjoy.....this time we are visiting The Unknown Gnome in Spain! AND it is a love story! A happy tale for those of us dreaming of love in Spain.........or  love anywhere! And the photos are a feast for the eyes. Uncork the bottle, pour a little glass, and let's see what's happening in Spain among the gnomes!




PU: TUG, wonderful to have this visit with you. Can you tell us a little about yourself, your family and your life in Spain, (so we can eat our hearts out :)?)

TUG: Well, I'm a retired Information Technology gnome, father of two grown children, my son Shawn and my daughter Shannon, and I'm married to my sweet Dulcina, aka Doña Eñe.
Dulcina and I live in the mountains of Cantabria. This is our view of Mount Porracolina.


Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Poem of the Week - When Words Go Free (20 September, 2011)

This week's Poem of the Week is by poet  Legacy2000  who shares his poetry on his blog When Words Go Free.  His profile lists his location as "Here:Now."



The poem that we are featuring this week is the poem with the same title as the blog:  When Words Go Free.

Here it is.  We hope you will enjoy it.


When Words Go Free

Your words did leave me speechless,
When I read them on your screen;
The way you wrote them was quite clear,
There was no "in-between".

There are those I've loved before,
(Just as you have too)
But no-one ever shared themselves,
Quite fully as have you.

When I said those little words,
I knew they might scare you,
But what I didn't tell you then,
Is that they scared me too.

I didn't know how you'd react,
I was scared you'd run away,
But the way you held me then,
Said more than words could say.

All these words of mine you read,
Should come as no surprise,
For they reflect what I see when,
I look into your eyes.


A beautiful love poem, don't you think?  Legacy2000, thanks for being part of Poets United.  We hope that others will visit this poem as well as other poems in your blog.

Written for Poets United by Mary Kling who blogs at In the Corner of My Eye.

Midnight Snack (003)


A simple photo prompt for insomniacs, early birds and the rest of you.
You can post at anytime its just the night owls and early birds get the first crack at it.
"copyright Adam Andersson"


"Textmessing Girl" by Reggaemanyo at Deviant Art


   Look...                  
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Write...       
          Post...   

Monday, September 19, 2011

Blog of the Week - Kim Nelson (19 September, 2011)

This week the featured blog here on Poets United is Kim Nelson Writes by, of course, none other than Kim Nelson, one of the most active people here on the Poets United scene.  She writes a lot of the Classic Poetry articles here, you have probably noticed.   Kim describes herself as an  " artist,  writer, creator and wordsmith. "



Kim is a prolific writer, writes a poem most days.    If you visit her blog most any day, you are bound to find a new poem.  She is also very supportive of other writers on Poets United.

Here are a few of her recent poems I would like to highlight, but don't stop with these.  Explore her blog, and you will find a lot of gems.

In the Moment  --  All we have is one moment, then another, don't we?

Canon  -- In my opinion, this is a wonderful philosophy.
 
Clandestine Activities  -- a depthful poem.  Perhaps some of the rest of us can identify with this experience.

Kim, thanks for being part of Poets United and for your participation as a poet and as a responder to others who write.  I hope that many people will be drawn to your blog.

Posted by Mary Kling who, in addition to hanging out at Poets United, can be found writing almost daily at In the Corner of My Eye.


Sunday, September 18, 2011

The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! - #67

If you need other things to find your muse don't forget to check out The Thursday Think Tank and our Midnight Snack we posted this week.  Both are great prompts to write for.



The Poetry Pantry
2nd Chance Poems or 1st time shares

Anything goes!! All Poems, all Poets, All Week!!

Do you have a poem you would like to share? Something that you just felt inspired to write and want others to read. Perhaps it’s a poem that didn’t get as much exposure on your blog as you would have liked. Maybe it’s a poem that you wrote a long time ago that you would like people to revisit. That’s what this section of Poets United is for.

Each Sunday we start a new post with a New Mr. Linky for you. This is so that you can post a link to anything you want us to read, anything at all related to poetry or prose found on your own poetry blogs. It will remain open all week so that you can show us your writings and thoughts. You can post links weekly should you chose to do so. What poetry you put here is up to you so don't be afraid to share with us!!

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Classic Poetry - "Your Mother and My Mother" by Shams-ud-din Muhammed aka Hafiz of Shiraz




Hafiz of Shiraz, 1320 - 1389

Fear is the cheapest room in the house
I would like to see you living
In better conditions,

for your mother and my mother
Were friends.

I know the Innkeeper
In this part of the universe.
Get some rest tonight,
Come to my verse tomorrow.
We’ll go speak to the Friend together.

I should not make any promises right now,
But I know if you
Pray
Somewhere in this world-
Something good will happen.

God wants to see
More love and playfulness in your eyes
For that is your greatest witness to Him.


Your soul and my soul
Once sat together in the Beloved’s womb
Playing footsie.

Your heart and my heart
are very, very old
Friends.

Hafiz, also known as Hafez, was born Shams-ud-din Muhammed in Shiraz, Persia, and was a contemporary of Chaucer in England. Hafiz lived most of his life in his home town, became a Sufi master and is believed to have written over 5,000 poems. Fewer than 700 are in existence today.

Fellow poet and friend, Sherry Blue Sky, wrote an informative article last year about Hafiz and another Persian poet, Rumi. Check it out here.

To read more work by Hafiz, read The Gift, translated by Daniel Ladinsky.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

I Wish I'd Written This

After reading this, I believe I know every important thing about his Bess.
 
By William E. Stafford 

Ours are the streets where Bess first met her  
cancer. She went to work every day past the   
secure houses. At her job in the library
she arranged better and better flowers, and when   
students asked for books her hand went out   
to help. In the last year of her life
she had to keep her friends from knowing   
how happy they were. She listened while they
complained about food or work or the weather.   
And the great national events danced   
their grotesque, fake importance. Always

Pain moved where she moved. She walked   
ahead; it came. She hid; it found her.   
No one ever served another so truly;   
no enemy ever meant so strong a hate.   
It was almost as if there was no room   
left for her on earth. But she remembered
where joy used to live. She straightened its flowers;   
she did not weep when she passed its houses;   
and when finally she pulled into a tiny corner   
and slipped from pain, her hand opened
again, and the streets opened, and she wished all well.

from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems.
















Click on the title to go to poetryfoundation.org's posting of Bess.  Click on the poet's name to learn more about William E. Stafford.

The Thursday Think Tank #66 - Glass Houses


"People who live in glass houses should not throw stones"

This week’s prompt was inspired by Mary Kling’s Poem of the week selection “People in Glass Houses” written by wordcoaster. It really made me think and I liked where it took me so I want to see where it takes you. I know last week we did windows but what if the whole house was glass and the world could see right in? What would we see in your house or your neighbors? Would we notice that pain that people hide, abuse or boredom? Better yet maybe that annoyingly always happy person is just the same inside their house. I bet that would make some folks envious. I broke a few windows in my day as a kid I could not imagine if I had to behave living next to a glass house.

"People who live in glass houses have to answer the door"
~ Unknown

When you hear the words glass house what do you think of? Is it by the sea overlooking a cliff or is it an atrium with plants everywhere? Maybe it’s a metaphor for your fragile state of mind or anyone’s for that matter. Glass houses can be pretty or fragile it just depends what you see in them.

Think about a glass house. Imagine it there in all its beauty or busted panes.
When Mr. Lynky goes up we can’t wait to see uses their pens to cast the first stones or to see who bring along a soft cloth and glass cleaner.

"You shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass houseand if you got a glass jaw, you should watch yo mouth: cause I'll break yo face."
~ 50 Cent

A prompt is given early on in the day and Mr. Lynky will not go up until the afternoon or evening. We want you to mull over the prompts and write for them. We want the pen to be inspired by the prompt not forced.


Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Life of a Poet ~ The Passionate Crone


 Kids, gather 'round, because this is going to be a very interesting visit with a most accomplished poet. I was in a bit of a pickle, this weekend, as both of the interviews I was working on needed to be postponed. It occurred to me that The Passionate Crone  might be passionate about doing an interview super-fast, so I asked her, and happily she was most gracious about granting one.   We are sitting down today with Rosemary Nissen-Wade, The Passionate Crone  of Australia, who has a most remarkable background.

Rosemary is a performance poet, an editor, a teacher of creative writing, a healer and professional psychic. Just reading her profile information was exciting, and I couldn't wait to begin our conversation.


Poets United: Rosemary, thank you for sitting down with us today, on such short notice. Can you tell us a little about yourself,  and your life Down Under? Do you share space with any fur creatures? (Hedgewitch laughed when I posted photos of her dogs before one of her in her interview. Hee hee. I’ll try to remember to put the humans first, in yours!)



[The poet from Down Under in Texas in 2006]

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Poem of the Week - People in Glass Houses (13 September, 2011)

Today's Poem of the Week can be found on the blog Wordcoaster by the poet known by the same name.  I can find no more details about the poet, but the poem and blog are well worth checking out.



People in Glass Houses

People in glass houses
shouldn’t change clothes
shouldn’t shower
shouldn’t expose
themselves.
People in glass houses
shouldn’t sing opera
shouldn’t tap dance
shouldn’t rough
house.
People in glass houses
shouldn’t throw stones
shouldn’t throw chairs
shouldn’t throw bowling
balls
down
the
stairs.
People in glass houses
should move.

Interesting poem, don't you think?  Interesting philosophy as well!

Thanks, Wordcoaster, for being part of our community.

For Poets United by Mary Kling who writes as often as she can in her blog In the Corner of My Eye.

Midnight Snack (002)

A simple photo prompt for insomniacs, early birds and the rest of you.
You can post at anytime its just the night owls and early birds get the first crack at it.

"Water Games" by G-R-E-T-A at Deviant Art

   Look...                  
          Think...          
Write...       
          Post...   

Monday, September 12, 2011

Blog of the Week - CC Champagne (12 September, 2011)

Poets United is about Community. Every Monday we highlight a blog of one of our members. Today's blog to highlight is  A Glass of Bubbly, by Swedish poet CC Champagne.  I love the name of the blog and the blog author, don't you?




CC Champagne has a lot of interesting poems in her blog.  Among them are the following:

September 2001 From a Distance

One Single Tear

 Not a Fan of Winter

Thank you, CC Champagne, for being part of Poets United!  We enjoy your blog.  Your voice is appreciated and heard.

We have some great poets at Poets United.  CC Champagne is just one of them.  We hope that all of you will visit this blog, either the poems above or others, and share some words with the poet either here or within her blog.  We all appreciate (and deserve) recognition as poets. Let's support one another as often as we can.


Posted for Poets United by Mary Kling who can be found hanging around In the Corner of My Eye.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! - #66



The Poetry Pantry
2nd Chance Poems or 1st time shares

Anything goes!! All Poems, all Poets, All Week!!

Do you have a poem you would like to share? Something that you just felt inspired to write and want others to read. Perhaps it’s a poem that didn’t get as much exposure on your blog as you would have liked. Maybe it’s a poem that you wrote a long time ago that you would like people to revisit. That’s what this section of Poets United is for.

Each Sunday we start a new post with a New Mr. Linky for you. This is so that you can post a link to anything you want us to read, anything at all related to poetry or prose found on your own poetry blogs. It will remain open all week so that you can show us your writings and thoughts. You can post links weekly should you chose to do so. What poetry you put here is up to you so don't be afraid to share with us!!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Don't forget to submit your poems!

As August draws to a close we will now be opening up or mail bag and accepting submissions for our second Poetry Pantry Anthology (Poems, Prose, Photos and Art). We have decided to allow the bulk of our submissions dictate what our secondary title will eventually be. Our target release date is once again in March, just as it was this past year. The last day to submit a poem for consideration will be 15 January 2012.


We intend to include as many submissions as possible while still producing a quality book. The book itself again will be sold by Lulu (an independent print to order press) with little or no profit to Poets United. We will keep it as cheap as possible for our members.


Please read below for further information and guideline.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

I Wish I'd Written This

Political/Socially Conscious poems can be difficult.  Mr. Lux makes it look easy in this amazing piece.

By Thomas Lux 

hate the people of this village 
and would nail our hats
to our heads for refusing in their presence to remove them
or staple our hands to our foreheads   
for refusing to salute them
if we did not hurt them first: mail them packages of rats,
mix their flour at night with broken glass.
We do this, they do that.
They peel the larynx from one of our brothers’ throats.
We devein one of their sisters.
The quicksand pits they built were good.
Our amputation teams were better.
We trained some birds to steal their wheat.
They sent to us exploding ambassadors of peace.
They do this, we do that.
We canceled our sheep imports.   
They no longer bought our blankets.   
We mocked their greatest poet   
and when that had no effect   
we parodied the way they dance
which did cause pain, so they, in turn, said our God
was leprous, hairless.
We do this, they do that.
Ten thousand (10,000) years, ten thousand
(10,000) brutal, beautiful years.

“The People of the Other Village” from New and Selected Poems: 1975-1995.















Click on the title to go to poetryfoundation.org's posting of The People of the Other Village.  Click on the poet's name to learn more about Thomas Lux.

The Thursday Think Tank #65 - Windows


This week we are going to approach the Thursday Think Tank a little bit differently. We are going to return it back to its roots. The whole idea around the Think Tank was to get you to think. All too often we post the prompt here and instantly we are offered many poems. The thought aspect is being lost. So this is how we will approach today’s and future Think Tanks. We will give you a prompt early on in the day and Mr. Lynky will not go up until the afternoon or evening. We want you to mull over the prompts and write for them. We want the pen to be inspired by the prompt not forced. So without further delay here is today’s prompt.

Our senses are indeed our doors and windows on this world, in a very real sense the key to the unlocking of meaning and the wellspring of creativity.
~ Jean Houston

A window is often used to describe many things, an opening to your soul, a gateway to beyond, a way to let the cat out.  What do you think of when you imagine a window?  Are you on the coast staring at a sunset over the water through a window?  Or maybe you are afraid you left it unlocked and may come home to an empty house?  I don’t think this concept needs to much emphasis this week.  Sit for a few moments and decide what a window means to you.  Is it just simply something to keep the bugs out or does your heart imagine so much more?  Is your window broken, cracked or just ready for you to open the curtains and let the sunshine in?

Friends are like windows through which you see out into the world and back into yourself... If you don't have friends you see much less than you otherwise might.”
~ Merle Shain

As always we look forward to peering into your open window with the words you write or imagine.  We can't wait to stop by and promise to not throw any rocks while we are there.



Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Poets United State of the Union


This week Sherry is taking a slight break from the “Life of a Poet” interview series.  She should be back next week ready with yet another entertaining and interesting conversation between her and one of our wonderful members found here at Poets United.  Remember if you would like to be part of our interview series just email us so that I can let Sherry find a spot and time for you. She is always fun to work with and she has way of making everyone shine their brightest.

Since today is a free for all of sorts I figure I would just highlight some of the wonderful things that are going on here at Poets United. As always all this amazing stuff is brought to you by wonderful group of people that deserve my absolute praise. Without them I would be floundering in a fairly incomplete site.  Please if you interact with any of these people take a moment to tell them how much they are appreciated.   Mary, Sherry Blue Sky, Amy Duda, Kim Nelson, Dan Simmons, The Tired Monk, Ella Wilson, Marian Kent and many others who help out here and there.

If you have not noticed that Poets United is a very busy and interactive place then you either have been living under a rock or just joined us.  Either way we can remedy that by sharing all the great things we have going on here.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Poem of the Week - Forgiveness (6 September, 2011)

Today we are featuring as a Poem of the Week a poem by Luke Prater, a poet from rural England, which is called Forgiveness  and can be found in his blog WordSalad: Luke Prater's Poetry Weblog.  A talented and multi-faceted poet, Luke has been an active member of the poetry blogosphere for quite a while, and we are happy he has found his way to Poets United!


I  think that this poem, a serious one, is one that many will be able to identify with. (I know I can.)


Forgiveness

The last person I want to forgive is he I need
to most. Made sick stockpiling resentment,
indignation, recrimination; fueling an empire

of hatred sending it the way of the hater.
Greater, with guilt and regret, comprise the
pantheon of pernicious spirits stood at the foot

of the emotional spectrum. Conscious
forgiveness, without forgetting – learning
in our amnesty – is betting on the right

mare to dare clinch the derby. The last
person I want to forgive is he I need to most.

Thanks, Luke, for this poem and for being part of our community!

We hope that everyone has enjoyed this poem of Luke's and also that you will further explore his blog, as well as all of the other wonderful blogs on Poets United.  Community is important to us.  We hope that you will support one another in the best way that you can, through visits and comments!

For Poets United by Mary Kling, who writes poetry daily at In the Corner of My Eye.

Midnight Snack (001)

A simple photo prompt for insomniacs, early birds and the rest of you.
You can post at anytime its just the night owls and early birds get the first crack at it.
"Don't Forget Your Light" by Sudlice at Deviant Art

   Look...                  
          Think...          
Write...       
          Post...   

Monday, September 5, 2011

Blog of the Week - Sherry Blue Sky (5 September, 2011)

Today  Poets Unted is recognizing as Blog of the Week the blog of someone we all know: Sherry Blue Sky, a poet from British Columbia, Canada.   Sherry is so active in the Poets United Community, does  much for the community.  She interviews poets weekly and does a wonderful job of this, participates often in the Thursday Think Tank and Sunday Poetry Pantry, plus regularly visits members' blogs and comments.  Sherry writes a poem almost every day in Stardreaming with Sherry Blue Sky, which we are featuring today:




I have a few poem suggestions to get you started, but truly if you start anywhere you will enjoy. 




I hope you will spend some time with Sherry's blog, with these poems or others.  And Poets United would like to thank Sherry for being part of our community, not only for writing so regularly on her own blog but also for supporting the rest of us who are part of Poets United.  Sherry, you are one special woman!

For Poets United by Mary Kling who blogs at In the Corner of My Eye.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

The Poetry Pantry Is Now Open! - #65



The Poetry Pantry
2nd Chance Poems or 1st time shares

Anything goes!! All Poems, all Poets, All Week!!

Do you have a poem you would like to share? Something that you just felt inspired to write and want others to read. Perhaps it’s a poem that didn’t get as much exposure on your blog as you would have liked. Maybe it’s a poem that you wrote a long time ago that you would like people to revisit. That’s what this section of Poets United is for.

Each Sunday we start a new post with a New Mr. Linky for you. This is so that you can post a link to anything you want us to read, anything at all related to poetry or prose found on your own poetry blogs. It will remain open all week so that you can show us your writings and thoughts. You can post links weekly should you chose to do so. What poetry you put here is up to you so don't be afraid to share with us!!

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Classic Poetry - "The Tavern" by Willa Cather

Willa Cather, 1873 - 1947

The Tavern


IN the tavern of my heart

Many a one has sat before,

Drunk red wine and sung a stave,

And, departing, come no more.

When the night was cold without,

And the ravens croaked of storm,

They have sat them at my hearth,

Telling me my house was warm.


As the lute and cup went round,

They have rhymed me well in lay;--

When the hunt was on at morn,

Each, departing, went his way.

On the walls, in compliment,

Some would scrawl a verse or two,

Some have hung a willow branch,

Or a wreath of corn-flowers blue.


Ah! my friend, when thou dost go,

Leave no wreath of flowers for me;

Not pale daffodils nor rue,

Violets nor rosemary.

Spill the wine upon the lamps,

Tread the fire, and bar the door;

So despoil the wretched place,

None will come forevermore.


At age 23, Willa Cather began her career as a writer at The Home Monthly, a women's magazine similar to Ladies Home Journal. A year later, she became an editor and drama critic for the Pittsburgh Leader and began contributing poetry and short stories to The Library. She also taught Latin, algebra, and English composition, ultimately becoming the local high school's English department.

In 1906 Cather moved to New York City, joining the editorial staff of McClure's Magazine. Six years later, McClure's serialized her first novel, Alexander's Bridge, which was followed by her famous Prairie Trilogy — O Pioneers! (1913), The Song of the Lark (1915), and My Antonia (1918). All three became both popular and critical successes. Cather ultimately authored twelve novels and eight poetry and short story collections.

Through the 1910s and 1920s, Cather was firmly established as a major American writer, receiving the Pulitzer Prize in 1922 for her novel One of Ours. In the 1930s, however, critics referred to her as a "romantic, nostalgic writer who could not cope with the present, “and accused her of "failing to confront contemporary life as it is." Discouraged by the negative criticism of her work, Cather became reclusive, destroying work and correspondence and forbidding anyone from publishing her letters.

If you have a keen interest, The Willa Cather Foundation runs a comprehensive website where "you can tour her home, read her work, visit her beloved Opera House, and shop the largest collection of books by and about Cather."

Friday, September 2, 2011

Coming Soon - Midnight Snack

Coming soon to Poets United

Midnight Snack



   Look...                  
          Think...          
Write...       
          Post...   

For a while now I have been wanting to incorporate a regular photo prompt into our website. I just never really found the time to sit down and think it over until now.  I have been kicking an idea around for the past few weeks and now I am ready to put it out there.  Every Tuesday at 12:01 a.m. a simple photo prompt will be posted.  We will guide you in no direction. It is just you and the photo.  If it inspires you, then write about it, if it doesn't then go back to bed.  We hope you enjoy the photos we post as you raid the fridge in the late hours searching for milk, ice cream and inspiration.

The reason we have decided to post it regularly at 12:01 on Tuesdays is to give a chance to the late night adventurers and those who can't sleep to find their muses before the rest of the normal world wakes up.  Any one else can post at any time but it will be curious to see who is writing in the wee hours of the morning. There have been many a time where I have wandered around the house at night unable to sleep or too tipsy to pass out and find myself with a pen looking for inspiration.  I hope this is just another way to get that pen going. 

All photos will be linked to the creators that we have sought out.  We will not post anything without permission.  If you would like to show your support for these wonderful artists and photographers please be sure to click the links provided and view some of their other works and of course don't forget to comment.


                     Simple Rules
  • Make sure to visit other late night scribes.
  • Leave us a comment about the photo before you finally nod off.
  • Please post no more than 3 poems per prompt.
See you next Tuesday Morning/Night!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

I Wish I'd Written This

Seems to me that the best love poems don't come with a bouquet of flowers or a box of candy.  They come with the tightest knots of reality and are almost stingy.  I sure do wish I'd written this one.

By Rita Dove

It's neither red
nor sweet.
It doesn't melt
or turn over,
break or harden,
so it can't feel
pain,
yearning,
regret.

It doesn't have
a tip to spin on,
it isn't even
shapely—
just a thick clutch
of muscle,
lopsided,
mute. Still,
I feel it inside
its cage sounding
a dull tattoo:
I want, I want
but I can't open it:
there's no key.
I can't wear it
on my sleeve,
or tell you from
the bottom of it
how I feel. Here,
it's all yours, now—
but you'll have
to take me,
too.

Rita Dove, “Heart to Heart” from American Smooth.















Click on the title to go to poetryfoundation.org's posting of Hear to Heart.  Click on the poet's name to learn more about Rita Dove.