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11/28/2020

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I found a journal from way before... talk about a time machine!

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I am not ignoring the prompt, but merely deferring it until another time in the future. It is an intriguing prompt that I wish to devote some time. Later, so I will use this opportunity to share two poems that I wrote in Aug. 2019 for an entry into a local art walk.... our local art gallery, Carnegie Gallery in Dundas, Ontario does an annual Art Walk, during Art Week, in which they team up with the Tower Poetry Society. Poets choose artworks to inspire poems and both are displayed on a walk through Dundas BIA.

Beverly
In response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

I peer into the murk and see many me’s,
And reflections of trees.
The trees are upside-down,
And so is my frown;
When I look into the swamp.
I listen with my eyes:
Water waves with a splash
and there’s just a flash
as you dash away;
To where the wild things are,
in the dark, dark wood.
And I wonder where are you, now?

Hidden
In response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather

So much unseen amongst your green leaves.
In your proud boughs
you gather all the creatures
that I see with my ears:
Squirrels crunch nuts;
Blue jays squaw and screech;
Chickadees chime in;
Cicadas preach;
Interrupting the blackbird’s speech.

Leaves sway,
And they give away
the spot where you play

A tree is a house, an umbrella and a playground,
interconnecting
the lives that exist within and around.

Ouch, a chestnut knocked upon my noggin!
And, I know that if a tree branch crashes to the ground,
it certainly makes a sound.

Can you see the forest for the trees?

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 24

5/1/2020

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Opticks

The prompt was ‘fruit’ and this somewhat recent and unshared poem has an apple in it, so I count it(;

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NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 23

5/1/2020

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The prompt was to play with the alphabet (more or less). I was going to cheat and use a poem from when I did this before. Instead, I tried a new one, and Aha! I like it, but I also like the other one, so here are both...

A is for Apocalypse

Architect of anarchy, asshole archetype; And
another apeshit angry anti-asshat holy epiphany --

Aaaaarrrgghhh --

After all the awesome angelic altar-egos
effectively alienate the aliens, isolating with the best of ‘Em,
but only if it’s after eight
and, only if you’re arboreal, all upright and sturdy strong,
can you truly see all that’s wrong.

Ardent animalistic instincts above all else — so I attack,
aggressive and artfully with much ado.
Ammunition needed to amass amenities amongst
the average anomalies in this after-lifetime of allegorical irony.
No glory, like getting schmucked by a lorry, asterisk...
It might have been a bus, but it doesn’t matter when I’m dust --
Awesome August allergies in April —

Aaaachoooo --
Boo hoo. Me too.

(April 24... first write/word gathering, April 25, 2020... arranged, edited, finalized, again Apr 30/May 1)

Mouthful of Marbles

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Poem in your Pocket Day 2020

4/30/2020

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It’s “Poem in your Pocket” day.... Check it out, here!
... aside from writing poetry all month, I’ve been trying to read more poems and find poems that speak to me — having time to do this is definitely a plus to these Pandemic Times — today, I read the saddest & loveliest poem...

RIP Miss Punga 💕

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 22 - EarthDay Theme

4/30/2020

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one

one sun
many moons
one love
many tombs
one earth
many rooms
many fumes
few blooms
many ruins
go boom
with doom
now gloom
it looms
fill the saloons
escape tycoons
big goons
human hoodlum unions
loosen delusions
or grow illusions

as we consume
do not assume

hope
floats
like 99 bloated red balloons
going by
before they deflate
as laws dictate
it’s innate
relate, mate ?

one faith
would be great
too late
many fates
many hates

one earth
one sun
one love

one hope

(March 8, 2019)

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NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 21

4/30/2020

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The beauty of self-pacing is using poetry prompt for day 22 on day 21... Prompt from NAPOWRIMO.net ...
Our (optional) prompt for the day asks you to engage with different languages and cultures through the lens of proverbs and idiomatic phrases. Many different cultures have proverbs or phrases that have largely the same meaning, but are expressed in different ways. For example, in English we say “his bark is worse than his bite,” but the same idea in Spanish would be stated as “the lion isn’t as fierce as his painting.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to find an idiomatic phrase from a different language or culture, and use it as the jumping-off point for your poem. Here’s are a few lists to help get you started: Idioms and sayings from different cultures

Nonsensically Idiomatic in Nature

I don’t have a camel in the caravan.
Stop ironing my head,
or you’re gonna eat a beating soon!

Noodles were hung on your ears
and eye glasses were smeared.
To that I’d tell you, “the pillow is the best advisor.
At the end of the world, turn left.”

And, I don't praise the day before evening-
It can always turn to shit.

(Sat. 25, 2020)

From: Idioms and sayings from different cultures
Idioms used....

Arabic
(laisa lii fiiha naqa wa la jamal) ليسليفيهانقةولاجمل
I don't have a camel in the caravan = this matter doesn't concern me

Armenian
Գլուխսմի՛արդուկեր: (Klookhys mee artooger)
Stop ironing my head! = Stop annoying me! (as in repetitively asking or talking about something)
Հիմածեծմըկ'ուտես: (Heema dzedz muh goodes)
You're gonna eat a beating soon = You're gonna get a beating soon

Russian
Вешать лапшу на уши (Vešat' lapšu na ušy)
To hang noodles on one's ears = to tell lies / talk nonsense
Очки втирать (Očki vtiratʼ)
To smear eyeglasses = to pull the wool over someone's eyes (to tell lies, to try to sell something for what it isn't
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Hebrew
(Sof ha'olam, smolah) סוףהעולםשמאלה.
At the end of the world, turn left - It's in the middle of nowhere

German...
Man soll den Tag nicht vor dem Abend loben
Don't praise the day before evening = Don't count your chickens before they're hatched

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Some of my first creative endeavours...

NaPoWriPo2020 - Poem 28

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 27

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 26

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 25

Beverly
In response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

Hidden
In response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 24

Opticks

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 23

A is for Apocalypse

Mouthful of Marbles

Poem in your Pocket Day 2020

RIP Miss Punga 💕

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 22 - EarthDay Theme

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 21

Nonsensically Idiomatic in Nature

Today is a great day to create a great day.

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BeverlyIn response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

HiddenIn response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather

Opticks

A is for Apocalypse

Mouthful of Marbles

RIP Miss Punga 💕

Nonsensically Idiomatic in Nature

Today is a great day to create a great day.

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Beverly
In response to “Beverly Swamp” by Lynne MacIntyre

Hidden
In response to “Stoic” by Ralph Heather