Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Thursday Poetry Forms (Poetry for Dummies) Week 3

Hello Everyone!

I am Ava of and I will being co-writing with CC Champagne. I will write this article every other week. I am very excited to begin this writing job. I am not much of a master of poetic forms so hopefully this will be a learning experience for both you, the reader, and me, the writer. So sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Comments are EXTREMELY welcome!

This week we are going to talk about iambic pentameter. This is a good introductory lesson because it is used very frequently. So before you can start writing like Shakespeare, you will have to learn to use iambic pentameter. It may seem a little intimidating at first, but eventually it will be as easy as breathing. (Okay, maybe not that easy, but you will be use iambic pentameter correctly.)

Iambic pentameter is a commonly used metrical line in both traditional verse and verse drama. The term "iambic pentameter" describes the particular rhythm that the line creates. That rhythm is effectively measured in small groups of syllables called feet. The word "iambic" describes the type of foot that is being used which, in English, is an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable. The word "pentameter" means that there are five of these feet.

When two syllables are arranged in a pattern of unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable this line is called iambic. The English word "trapeze" is a good example because the emphasis is on the second syllable (tra-PEZE) as opposed to (TRA- peze). Another simple example is the human heart beat. The duh-DUM of the heartbeat is probably the most common and the easiest to understand. Here is a example of a poem that use iambic pentameter. This poem is by John Donne:

Batter my heart three-personed God, for you
As yet, but knock, breathe, shine and seek to mend,

That I may rise and stand o'er throw me and bend,

You force to break, blow, burn and make me new.

So now you know how to use iambic pentameter. Hopefully this was enlightening for you. Once again, comments are warmly welcomed. I only want to get better. I hope you feel inspired!

Sunday, August 28, 2011


My friends, I am Shashi and the host for the Second week of creativity and enjoyment at The Gooseberry Garden for Poetry Picnic WK 2.

It’s my pleasure to be the anchor for this week’s poetry Picnic and I am grateful that all of you, friends, follow it so diligently. So every week, it’s my job to let your creativity take a leap and produce interesting thoughts in verses as well as read some beautiful creations from our very talented and creative friends.

This week is going to be very interesting as we are going to touch upon our first feelings of love. The heightened sense of being in love, the first lingering touch of our sense, passion and pleasure shared with someone so loved as to leave our ego’s our ‘me’ aside and surrender completely to ‘be’ in the moment. Live life of the moment as completely as one with the negation of our selves... Go back to your first love, first kiss and the first touch of someone you could almost die for ... Lets whisper to each other the sense of feeling that we felt at that time... I remember someone saying “ love is a feeling you feel that you are going to feel a feeling you never felt before...” So here you are friends, get your thoughts and feelings ready... to share with each of us.. and let us know in your own whispers... how did it all felt... “The Kiss”

But before that let me tell you what we are going to do next week...
We will be looking at ‘OBJECT’.... Sometimes, we get inspired to write about something that we see very closely.. and we write about it with our totality in seeing what we are seeing... A Tree, some mountain, train, an animal or just a sunset or the sea or a person walking by can inspire within, an epic poetry... so we will take a close look at the things happening around us and write about it... to share an interesting form of poetry that is all about an object...

Poetry Picnic WK 2 : The Kiss
Now coming to this week’s ‘The Kiss’ topic... here is a brief introduction about the most famous painting by Klimt... "The Kiss" a painting, I always wanted to see, touch and feel. This painting has inspired generations and for me, it was a great moment to spent an hour in the front of the painting “The Kiss” in the Beveldere Museum, Vienna this July.

The Kiss By Gustav Klimt
The Kiss (original Der Kuss) was painted by Gustav Klimt, and is probably his most famous work. He began work on it in 1907 and it is the highpoint of his so-called 'Golden Period'. It depicts a couple, in various shades of gold and symbols, sharing a kiss against a bronze background.

Two figures are situated at the edge of a flowered escarpment. The man is wearing neutral colored rectangles and a crown of vines; the woman wears brightly colored tangent circles and flowers in her hair. The couple’s embrace is enveloped by triangular vining and a veil of concentric circles.

In The Kiss, Klimt depicted a couple locked in an embrace. The rest of the painting dissolves into shimmering, extravagant flat patterning. This patterning has clear ties to Art Nouveau and to the Arts and Crafts movement and also evokes the conflict between two- and three-dimensionality intrinsic to the work of Degas and other modernists. Paintings such as The Kiss were visual manifestations of fin-de-siecle spirit because they capture a decadence conveyed by opulent and sensuous images.

The Kiss is a discreet expression of Klimt’s emphasis on eroticism and the liberation therein. The Kiss falls in line with Klimt’s exploration of fulfillment and the redeeming, transformative power of love and art. The Kiss deviates from Klimt’s frequent portrayal of woman as the lascivious femme fatale.
Text and Image Source : Curtsy Wikipedia

Now here are some interesting poetry on “The Kiss” and hope that you all get inspired from it to produce your own unique thoughts in verses and share... The first one is by an amazing Persian poet and writer RUMI. I have loved his verses on love and been inspired since ages... and the second one is from another great poet Lord Byron.... hope you all enjoy it.

Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and

open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.


Away with your fictions of flimsy romance,
     Those tissues of falsehood which Folly has wove;
Give me the mild beam of the soul-breathing glance,
     Or the rapture which dwells on the first kiss of love.

Ye rhymers, whose bosoms with fantasy glow,
     Whose pastoral passions are made for the grove;
From what best inspiration your sonnets would flow,
     Could you ever have tasted the first kiss of love.

If Apollo should e'er his assistance refuse,
     Or the Nine be disposed from your service to rove,
Invoke them no more, bid adieu to the Muse,
     And try the effect, of the first kiss of love.

I hate you, ye cold compositions of art,
     Though prudes may condemn me, and bigots reprove;
I court the effusions that spring from the heart,
     Which throbs, with delight, to the first kiss of love.

Your shepherds, your flocks, those fantastical themes,
     Perhaps may amuse, yet they never can move:
Arcadia displays but a region of dreams;
     What are visions like these, to the first kiss of love?

Oh! cease to affirm that man, since his birth,
     From Adam, till now, has with wretchedness strove;
Some portion of Paradise still is on earth,
     And Eden revives, in the first kiss of love.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past—
     For years fleet away with the wings of the dove—
The dearest remembrance will still be the last,
     Our sweetest memorial, the first kiss of love.

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Saturday, August 27, 2011

Poetic Reflections Week 2-on Life In Verse

Thank you so much, everybody!
Love and Hugs always,
~~Aynsley (Life In Verse)

Tell us about yourself.

My name is Aynsley. My favorite color is purple. I have five loves. Blogs and Poetry (as you have probably already discovered) Music, Language (I want to learn 15), and my siblings and my cat (O.K. that's six… I can count… I promise!) I love to have fun, which is different from the aforementioned things because to have fun is a verb, not a noun. I only have two settings on which I do things: Not at all, or wholeheartedly. If I'm not immediately passionate about something, usually I abandon it. On the other hand, if I like what I'm doing, I won't do it halfway. It may take a while for me to get where I'm going (because I'm also very stubborn and it is hard for me to change my routine) But eventually, I will get where I want to be driven by a fierce passion to get there. By now, you have probably also figured out that I love to talk (again, a verb!) which is bad for me, I know, but that, and my incredibly annoying laugh, are the two character flaws of mine that I'm working on now. I am studying to be a musician right now and Shostakovich and Mussorgsky are my favorite composers. If you read on, you'll learn a few more of my favorite things, and I realized that if you put them all together it seems like I'm a sort of depressed person that likes to hang around in the darkness holding séances in my closet for undead things, but I can assure you that's not the case. I am alive and well and I love life! I just also like Shostakovich, Tim Burton movies, and Edgar Allen Poe. Shostakovich is a very good composer who wrote many pieces of music to fit with the time and mood of Russia during the second world war. It is very hard to convey such political meaning in a piece of music or an opera. Dmitri Shostakovich (or the Shost, as my brother calls him) is truly an inspiration and the only man who could ever convey the mood of an entire country through music. While I'm speaking of Russian composers, I must note that my composer crush is Mussorgsky who wrote a lot of FUN music, and I really respect him for being able to convey emotions and be able to paint pictures in your mind through music. His baton is a paintbrush. My favorite pieces of music to play are written by Bach, which is a much more accurate representation of my person, because all of his pieces are baroque and light and fluffy yet difficult and REALLY FUN to play. By far the Bach Double is my favorite piece of music EVER, however cliché that might seem. (oops, sorry about wandering from the subject… that is another thing I'm really good at. By now I must seem really conceited and stupid to you… well, let's move on then, shall we? I will try to dispel you of that notion, however, I am afraid that it may be true… although I hope not).

Tell me about your blog, the name, what does it mean to you?

 My blog blog bloggity blog blog blog. I named it, sort of as a pun, but I don't think it went as well or as puny as I intended. I thought that it could be interpreted Life inverse or life in verse. I guess I think that somewhere inside everyone is that thing that can change somebody or even yourself. And, yeah, that sounds a bit lame, but I really do think that everyone has something that can turn someone's life upside-down, hence the "Inverse" part of that. But the part that is "in verse" is sort of supposed to imply the poetry emphasis on the blog. The significance was born after I named the blog, not beforehand. I mean, I didn't name the blog after an important event or quote in my life, but I named it in the hopes that it would be significant or important in someone else's life. Now it has become a big part of me and who I am, I would say it has meaning now, but the meaning grew with the blog, it didn't start before that.

When did you start blogging?

Well, I really started blogging in school. I was in a composition class in which one of the exercises was to read a bit of news and write about it, then comment on what two or three other classmates had written once a week.  It was a challenge of style and content. I remember me and one of my friends got really into it. We both had starkly different political views, and we got into this huge war over the healthcare system/reform, but it was a really good for us, because we learned a lot about each other and we really stretched our minds and talked in depth with each other, but we kept all of our fighting confined to comments, so I think it was healthy for us. That was where I learned how to blog, but the blog I have now was my sister's 'fault.' She and I are really close in age, so she took the same class as I, but with a different teacher, and that was, I could be wrong, but that was where she got the idea for her blog. Then she started telling me I should get a blog. She told me it was really relaxing and a great place to just vent or have a place to let go, and I kept thinking, I'll never keep it up, it was a thing for school, that's not really who I am, computers hate me and I hate them, and so on and so forth, until I started my first blog. It was a total flop and I think I spent more time getting the background looking pretty then I did actually posting. I didn't think I had anything to say.  But then my sister kept checking in on my blog and she would ask me why I never posted anything and get a little agitated. So I decided to try again. I started the blog that I have now, and I was pretty halfhearted, to tell the truth, and I thought, I'll just write a couple of posts to make my sister happy and then it'll blow over and I will just keep my thoughts to myself as normal. But a couple weeks in, I don't know how, Jingle found my blog and left a comment on one of the very few posts inviting me to come join poet's rally. I was overwhelmed. I realized that somebody cared. Somebody was reading what I had written. I had reached my goal and somebody had read what I had written and liked it enough to invite me to be a part of something. I had always liked my poetry, but I didn't think that anyone else would really care about it, so I usually kept it to myself. I was blown away and immediately joined. That really gave me the inspiration to keep going, I had a reason to blog. I had a purpose! It excited me, and I've kept blogging because I have fallen in love with it, and I have Jingle to 'blame.'

Your first poem? Remember?

I have looked at this question for three days now, and I don't think there is any possible way that I could remember my first poem. If I call my mom, she may know, but until then, I'll just say that I've been writing poetry sense I was 5, and that was before my memory will permit me to search and discover which exact poem came first.

What are your writing inspirations?

My family inspires me a lot. My mom was a British Literature major, so she kept me and my brother and sister well educated from the womb, and a lot of my Language Arts education and passion came from her, I'm really thankful for all that she exposed me to. My brother and sister are amazingly talented poets and I am constantly inspired by the work that they are able to produce. If I could write a poem half as good as my brother or my sister, my life would be complete. Ever since I have joined JP, I have discovered many new writers that have really inspired me. K. Shawn Edgar, and Jamie Dedes are two that I know by name, but many more I have visited and fallen in love with their blogs, and I hope to know and read more of them in the future. My Dead Poet Inspirations are Emily Dickinson and Edgar Allen Poe, the two most excellent wordsmiths in the history of the world! Both are a bit morbid, but I do not like them for their views on death and I don't identify with their depression, so nobody worry about me. It is the way that Edgar Allen Poe can make words into perfection. There is none more flawless poetry than that which comes from the pen of Poe. It is next to godliness in it’s perfection. No man or woman can come close to touching the utter faultlessness of his every work. The rhyme and meter counted with precision. Each rhyme so impossibly impeccable. It is my dream to be able to make beauty such as he.  Emily Dickinson was also a marvelous character. She never asked to be recognized and often stayed in her room, writing for the pleasure of writing, because she could, not because it paid or because she wanted to please others. She also did such cute things in her poems. The Dickinson almost-rhyme that only she can truly pull off. Rhymes that seemed very nonsense-ey but were filled with meaning. She is a woman worth admiring, and her work is just as worthy. Those are some of my poetry heroes and heroines. I guess it sounds a bit cheesy and melodramatic, all I'm writing about them. Now that I reread that, it sounds like I am writing a paper for an American Literature class… but you must forgive me, I truly do have crushes that bad on my inspirations, and it is very late at night, and I just accidentally minorly electrocuted myself, so things are starting not to make sense.

When did you start writing poetry? Do you write fiction as well?

Well, I've been writing poetry since I could pick up a pen! Poetry has always been the easiest mode of thinking and communicating for me. My first published poem was one called "Friendship" that I wrote in 3rd grade and was published in the "Celebration of Young Poets North and South Carolina," Which is a book that is published each year after kids from the age of 1st to 8th grade submit poems and some are chosen to be published in this book with varying degrees of awards and honors and prizes. I still have my copy of the book on my top shelf! The poem I wrote wasn't very good, but I guess it is what I could expect from 7-year-old me. I guess I wrote a couple of fiction stories when I was (a lot) younger, but mostly, I just talk a lot without saying anything. I tried to write a play this past year, but it didn't really go anywhere. I was excited about it for a while, but I really lost inspiration and I don't think anyone would ever preform it.

Do you have a favorite author or poet?

Yes. Edgar Allen Poe. Closely followed by Emily Dickinson, closely followed by Salvador Espriu. There are a lot more, but I have already spoken my fair share and I have a few more to go.

Favorite quote?

"I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity"--Edgar Allen Poe

What's your plan for your future writing? 

 My goal is not to go major or anything, but just to keep blogging. I'm really trying to blog more often, and I've been experimenting more with different types and styles of poetry. But I'm sticking to poetry, blogging, and small-scale stuff for the moment.

Any advice to poets who wish to start their own poetry community or blogging community?

 Don't be afraid of people who you think are going to hate you and your work. Don't think that no one will care or read it. I had these thoughts as I was starting my blog, and now, people read it! I have my off days where there are no hits, but most days, I get quite a few! The people who hate my blog either don't read it or don't write comments saying they hate it. So just go for it! Nobody is stopping you except you!  Nobody is going to hate you if you do it, only if you don't.

PS: This is such a honor to represent a promising poet, Life in Verse here at Jingle Poetry Community Garden Home, her thoughts are innocent, sweet, and apt...reading her is a great pleasure...Please feel free to read her talent via her blog below::

Friday, August 26, 2011

Poem of the Week (Saturday ) for the prompt Adam and Eve

Welcome to the new look and new place " Gooseberry Garden".Sashi had his prompt on Adam and Eve this Monday and we had lots of links with wonderful submissions.Again, as a rule , only one poem is being selected as Poem of the week.So this week, Adam and Eve in Paradise from Perfumed Verse Blog has been selected for the Poem of the week

The Author pushpee as she calls herself is blogger, writer and fund raiser.She have published 2 books on computers for kids, a set of 24 modules on mathematics for pre-school and an inspiration story in 'Chicken soup for Indian souls' .She is also a team member for quarterly magazine called 'Beyond Sindh' and also a committee member and hon.member on board of trustees for 'Swami Brahmamand Pratishthan, centre for mentally challenged', CBD, Belapur.The below poem revolves around Adam and Eve and how they were allured to eat the forbidden fruit

Adam and Eve in Paradise

With her eyes closed Eve lay
Draped around her innocent heart
The magic of garden soothing her soul
Happy and in a Nirvana poise
She heard the swishing of the winds
The buzzing and whizzing of the bees

She heard the soft footsteps of Adam
As he walked and quietly laid by her side
The smooth skin of apple touched her skin
As Adam playfully rolled over her shin

“Taste it! Feel its sweetness” he said
Knowing in his heart to be a forbidden fruit
“No” said she and crumbled up her nose
Then turned her body to other side

But Adam, obstinate, disobedient lad
Forced his wishes, till she relent
Condemning all humankind pact
Unmindful that the world would end

And so the story, as is told
It was Adam that seduced Eve to crime
Or else they would still be living in paradise

About Me:

I am Umamaheswari Anandane ,the owner of Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , feels honored to be a part of the Jingle poetry reading and selecting poems from amazing writers from everywhere.

Tomorrow  is 'Sunday  Rally Dispatch ' wherein you get to know what is happening in the poetic world all around you.The memes, the contests , the new comers and the achievers are highlighted for your notice .See you all next time around .


Umamaheswari Anandane: ( 

Poetry Blog Review Week 2-On Magic In The Backyard

This blog is very thoughtful and creative, first of all, Kellie Elmore is a talented poet, secondly, she has very beautiful challenges such as Free Write Friday, Creative Challenges, and etc., see details below.

Poetry, Ponders & Prompts of Her Blog

She has been in Jingle Poetry Community for almost one year, everyone loves her charming characters, which is also demonstrated in her blog…

Autumn’s Apology
by Kellie Elmore

she tried to sneak in
through the misty morning
but her chilly hands gave her away
when she laid them on my skin
while I was sleeping
I waited all summer for you
I got up to close the window
and saw her
she was spinning in the yard
and painting the leaves on my tree’s
sorry I was late
Magic in the Backyard™
©Kellie Elmore

Waiting on Morning

by Kellie Elmore

I couldn’t sleep
so I figured I’d wait
and I’m yawning
but, finally
here she comes
wearing a peach gown
a gift
of iridescent beauty
igniting the sky,
and I watch the night,
forced to kneel before her
and there,
I see the tree’s
raising their hands
in praise
so lovely
the birds are starting to sing
and I’m still yawning
but, she was worth it
Magic in the Backyard™
©Kellie Elmore

Anyway, Kellie is a great inspiration to poets in our community, please visit her blog today.
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Happy Writing!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Thursday Poetry Forms (Poetry for Dummies) Week 2

I am still (or once again) CC Champagne and I am still (or once again) trying to, with your help, make heads or tails of some poetry forms here in The Gooseberry Gardens on Thursdays. Take a load off, pull up a blanket, unpack your picnic basket and let's get started.

As we already established last week (and I'm sure many of you already knew) Poetry Forms deal with the various sets of 'rules' poems of certain types follow. These rules may describe the rhythm or meter of the poem, its rhyme scheme or a specific use of alliteration. Personally I see these rules, the forms, as tools rather than laws to strictly adhere to, but that might be because I just don't know enough about them. I am, by my own admission, the worst possible person to try to teach about these things, so let's just see how far we get together, OK? Comments are very welcome!

Since I'm trying to start at the bottom and work my way up to the really scary forms (sonnets, haiku and the like), I thought we could continue with something fun and as unknown as the anacreontic verse we looked at last week, but still something many of us - in a way - do when we participate in various prompting memes in the blogosphere: Bouts-Rimé.

I assume not all of you speak or read French (my French is trés rusty, so I consulted a translator to be sure), Bouts-Rimé is French for rhymed ends and this is precisely what it is about.

A Bouts-Rimé was originally in high fashion towards the middle of the 17th century, a poetic game the invention of which is attributed to poet Dulot, who in 1648 complained to his friends that a large number of his sonnets had been stolen. When his friends expressed astonishment - not so much at the theft, but at the number of sonnets stolen and how Dulot could possibly have composed as many, Dulot admitted that he hadn't actually written them all yet, but that he had sorted out the end rhymes for them. This is, according to legend, how the bouts-rimé poetic form came to be.

A, rather famous (or at least often found) example of a Bouts-Rimé is using the rhyme scheme: breeze, elephant, squeeze, pant, scant, please, hope and pope, the following stanza (poetic paragraph) is the result:

Escaping from the Indian breeze,
The vast, sententious elephant
Through groves of sandal loves to squeeze
And in their fragrant shade to pant;
Although the shelter there be scant,
The vivid odours soothe and please,
And while he yields to dreams of hope,
Adoring beasts surround their Pope.

As an actual game - or inspiration for your own Bouts-Rimé - you would need to list various rhyming words on a piece of paper, cut the paper up to leave just one word on each piece, mix the pieces up and then try to make a working poem with full sentences out of the words you draw from the mix. Since the 'form' of the era when this game was invented was the sonnet, the original game calls for the construction of such, but why not do it your own way?

You could also ask one of your poetically inclined friends to provide you with a few words and then set about turning them into poems? In fact, Alexander Dumas (The Elder) did something similar in 1864 when he issued an invitation to all poets of France to compose a Bouts-Rimé based on a set of rhymes selected by poet Joseph Méry. 350 poets responded and a book containing the poems was later on published.

Until next week! *cheers*

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Poetry Picnic Week 1 : Adam and Eve

My friends, I am Shashi and the host for the first week of creativity and enjoyment at The Gooseberry Garden.

Lucas Cranach the Elder-Adam and Eve

It’s my pleasure to be the anchor for this week’s poetry potluck and I am grateful that all of you, friends, follow it so diligently. So every week, it’s my job to let your creativity take a leap and produce interesting thoughts in verses as well as read some beautiful creations from our very talented and creative friends.
As you are aware that this week we are going to touch upon history and biblical story of Adam and Eve. And I look forward to your creative juices flowing and making this an incredible journey of knowing each other’s thought about what we think how the whole humanity started and what do you think about it love life and belonging.... do you really believe that it was all evil that Eve wanted to get that apple and the serpent was all there waiting for it to happen.. or it’s just something that was bound to happen...

But before that let me tell you what we are going to do next week...
We will be looking at ‘The Kiss’.... inspired by Klimt’s painting, which is the most reproduced painting in the world known as ‘The Kiss’ ... I know that the first kiss of love is always the most impressionable in love and life.. and remains etched in our thoughts for forever... so come on and share your first passionate thoughts.. and your first touch of the lips in love.. and share.. whisper your inner feelings...

Now coming back to this week’s Adam and Eve topic... here is a brief note about the same followed by interesting verse’s ....

Adam and Eve were, according to the Book of Genesis, the first man and woman created by YHWH (the God of the Hebrew Bible).

In the second account of creation, God fashions a man from the dust and blows the breath of life into his nostrils, then plants a garden (the Garden of Eden) and causes to grow in the middle of the garden the Tree of Knowledge and the Tree of Life. God sets the man in the garden “to work it and watch over it,” permitting him to eat from all the trees in the garden except the Tree of Knowledge, “for on the day you eat of it you shall surely die.” God brings the animals to the man for him to name. None of them are found to be a suitable companion for the man, so God causes the man to sleep and creates a woman from a part of his body. Describing her as “bone of my bones, flesh of my flesh,” the man calls his new help-mate “woman”, “for this one was taken from a man”. This sundering, a making of two from one, predicates reunification in marriage, in which two will be made one: “On account of this a man leaves his father and his mother and clings to his woman.” The chapter ends by establishing the state of primeval innocence, noting that the man and woman were naked and not ashamed, and so provides the departure point for the subsequent narrative in which wisdom is gained through disobedience at severe cost.

Now here are some interesting poetry on “Adam and Eve” and hope that you all get inspired from it to produce your own unique thoughts in verses and share...

From Paradise Lost by: John Milton (1608-1674)

THUS talking, hand in hand alone they passed
On to their blissful bower. It was a place
Chosen by the sov’reign Planter, when he framed
All things to Man’s delightful use; the roof
Of thickest covert was inwoven shade,
Such was their awe of Man. In shadier bower
More sacred and sequestered, though but feigned
Pan or Sylvanus never slept, nor nymph,
Nor Faunus haunted. Here, in close recess,
With flowers, garlands, and sweet-smelling herbs,
Espousèd Eve decked first her nuptial bed
And heavenly quires the hymenean sung,
What day the genial Angel to our sire
Brought her, in naked beauty more adorned,
More lovely than Pandora, whom the Gods
Endowed with all their gifts, and, O! Too like
In sad event, when to the unwiser son
Of Japhet brought by Hermes, she ensnared
Mankind with her fair looks, to be avenged
On him who had stole Jove’s authentic fire.
Text from Poetry Archive

Adam and Eve

When the first dark had fallen around them
And the leaves were weary of praise,
In the clear silence Beauty found them
And she wed them all her ways.

In the high noon of the heavenly garden
Where the angels sunned with the birds,
Beauty, before their hearts could harden,
Had taught them heavenly words.

When they fled in the burning weather
And nothing dawned but a dream,
Beauty fasted their hands together
And cooled them at her stream.

And when day wearied and night grew stronger,
And they slept as the beautiful must,
Then she bided a little longer,
And blossomed from their dust.
Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall 
(September 14, 1883, Gunnersbury, London, – April 19, 1922, Vancouver),

She was a Canadian writer who was born in England but lived in Canada from the time she was seven. She was once “thought to be the best Canadian poet of her generation.

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 नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Poetic Reflections-Week 1

Welcome to Poetic Reflections. I am Blaga and I will be introducing you to poets of our community every Sunday! Today we will meet CC Champagne. Enjoy the interview and for more- visit her HERE.

Tell us about yourself...

I am CC Champagne, an extroverted hermit, clueless know-it-all and shy seductress, all rolled into one magnum sized bottle of sparkling attitude, served icy cold with a steaming side-dish of self-doubt and depression. Technically I'm old enough to know what I have but still young enough to use it (which I sometimes do very, very well). Like everyone I have my off days (and have had both off weeks, months and years in the past), but with the help of poetry, patient friends and family and sometimes excruciating psycho-analysis I am slowly finding my feet.

Currently based just outside Stockholm, Sweden I am a Swedish woman with an English mind (that never seems to shut up) and a heart that beats for all things Swiss, words and handsome men with silver tongues. I don't know if there is much more to say? *smile* (

Tell me about your blog and the name, what does it mean to you?

Originally A Glass of Bubbly (, along with the name CC Champagne, came to me while taking burlesque classes at Burleskakademien, Stockholm (, in 2009. Seeing myself as more fully grown woman than some of the other girls (both in age and size) I wanted something that would give off sparkles for my first, and as I thought at the time only, performance on stage. My first suggestion was Alotta Champagne, but one of my fellow students immediately associated this with Alotta Vagina from The Gold Member/The Spy Who Shagged Me films, and you don't need more erotic misunderstandings when you are a burlesque performer! For a few months I performed as a part of a burlesque troupe, but when I started doing intense psycho-analysis I just couldn't keep up. One day I may return to it, but for now that part of my persona is dormant. Finding the name CC Champagne made the choice of a name for my blog A Glass of Bubbly natural.

Until June of this year I had never posted anything on A Glass of Bubbly though, so in a way I am just re-using something new in a different way. Both the burlesque experience and my blogging are things that are helping me feel better about myself, making me realize I am entitled to my place and the space I take up and that sometimes me being me can actually help others become who they ought to be.

When did you start blogging?

In April, at Random Misanthrope ( I was absolutely petrified the first time I posted something. From June I set out on my own with A Glass of Bubbly.

Do you remember the first poem you wrote?

Oh, dear... *blushing* The first poem I remember writing was for my mother on Mother's Day one year... I was probably between ten-twelve and I couldn't afford to buy her a present so I drew her a card and scribbled a poem. It was in Swedish, but the sentiments were that since I couldn't afford flowers I hope she could make do with the daisies I had drawn and the knowledge that my love for her was priceless. I probably wrote poems even earlier, but I only remember short stories before then...

What inspires you the most to write?

I find my inspiration absolutely everywhere, but that doesn't mean what comes out of it is any good, though! Anything from the shape of a cloud over-head ( to a discarded cigarette-butt on the ground ( can make words pop into my head... At least lately.

Miss Kitten (, a poet I truly admire, re-acquainted me with the word prolific a while back... Over the past few months I have embodied that word and it is just so wonderful to have the words in my head spill out rather than stay bottled up.  

Of course emotions of all kinds inspire more than anything else...

When did you start writing poetry? Do you write fiction as well?

Before April I hadn't written anything in a very long time. As a teenager riddled with angst and self-doubt I spouted what feels like millions of poems (mostly bad) in both Swedish and English, but the earliest I can remember is the mother's day poem previously mentioned.

I have a dream to some day try my hand at fiction as well, yes. I did that too as a teenager, but after once comparing my fiction scribbles with the, in my opinion much superior ones of a very dear friend around the age of 15 I have never got back into it. I am my own harshest critic and find it difficult to start since I am convinced I will fail.

Favorite author? Poet?

Tough question, very tough question! I don't have a favorite poet since what I like very much depends on my mood or where I am in life, but I have a favorite poem, one I hope will one day be put in my obituary, and that is Song, by Christina Rossetti (

Again, favorite author also depends on my mood... I had a teenage obsession with Stephen King, but that has passed (thankfully).

Favorite quote?

"Here is my final point. About drugs, about alcohol, about pornography and smoking and everything else. What business is it of yours what I do, read, buy, see, say, think, who I fuck, what I take into my body - as long as I do not harm another human being on this planet?" - Bill Hicks, American Comedian

Plans about writing in the future?

To paraphrase Rhett Butler in Gone With The Wind: Frankly, my dear... I have absolutely no idea! *smile*

At some point I suppose I have to grow up and start thinking about all the time I'm spending writing and what I'm doing with it, but for now... I'm perfectly happy just writing.

Any advice to poets who wish to start their own poetry community or to create just a blog?

I don't believe I am the person to ask, since I am making this blogging thing up myself as I go, trying to make heads or tails of the blogosphere. The one advice I would give anyone who wants to be creative in any way, on or off-line is to not be scared. Fear is the kryptonite of creativity. Fear and priorities.

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Happy Sunday to everyone!

Friday, August 19, 2011

Poem of the Week-Week 1

This is going to be a random choice of mine to be shared with some of my fav set of bloggers (including wordpress users too :P) . I will welcome links and ideas to search / read and chose from your side. Any verse/lines you liked and wish to share, please let em know.  This was originally to be done by Luna so I thought it best to chose a poem from her blog for the first feature :

History and Me [ click to read whole]

I have this book from 1804
it’s the Times newspaper
with strange articles that I  adore.
I have bound up tight
newspapers of the first transatlantic Zeppelin flight.
of the first air raid in the us fight.
But if I didn’t have those things anymore
if I couldn’t prove it
would History put someone else’s name
Where mine now sits?
I am not saying History is totally wrong
but I think it needs to learn a new tune
to the song.

Keep writing and reading fellow poets !!
Blessed be !

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Friday, Poetry Blog Review - Soul Speak

As most would call this a new era, how blogging has multiplied over the years. So many bloggers are out there waiting to be discovered. As I have been given this chance by Jingle moving to our new community, The Gooseberry Garden, and I have the opportunity to be the reviewing the first blog.

"Coming together is a beginning,
staying together is progress,
and working together is success."
~Henry Ford~
The introduction of this weeks poetry blog is one that I was introduced by a fellow poet and former official of Jingle Poetry, none other then Leo.

Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt love. ~ William Shakespeare

DayDreamertoo , also going by the name of Soul Speak.

About The Poet/Blogger

I’ve kept an online journal for the past 11 years but, decided it was time I joined the blogging world. I’m a lover, a writer, a poet, a computer tech and gadget freak. 
At 17…. I voluntarily enlisted in the Women’s Royal Army Corps (W.R.A.C.)  I’ve driven a red, Double decker bus and worked for the Police Force.
10 years ago I moved across the Atlantic to be with my partner. She passed away in October 2005 and now I raise my late life-partners child. It’s not at all easy, being a single parent.
I am spiritual but, do not follow any organised religion.

Her Work/Poetry
I searched daydreamertoo/SoulSpeaks blog, but it was one particular entry and this is one of her personal favorites, its where she grew her strength from. Sometimes in life we go through obsticales we try to get through them, trying hard to just push through those events when life blows us over. I gather that she is a really spiritual person.
In her words what this poem means to her.

I wrote this piece of prose many, many years ago. It seems to sum me up in just those few lines. When I feel that I’ve reached my lowest point, I seem to find the strength from somewhere deep within to pull myself back up and reach, once more.

The Phoenix

The phoenix has risen from the ashes!
With the sun on my back
And the wind in my hair
Where no-one can catch me
Except those who’d dare
To come fly with me
Glide along at my side
Flying forever
What a glorious Ride!

© Daydreamer Too

Click on the underlined Title for the full poem.


somewhat immune
but a harbour can be a prison, too.
Although safe and sound
solitary confinement
can lead to living fantasy
and harsh realities not willing to be met
still radiate ‘neath truth’s unrelenting gaze.

The Blog
When we think we’ve had enough and can’t go any further, we really, can. You just have to believe!

I went to do some research on what the phoenix meant (mythology)
The Phoenix's ability to be reborn from its own ashes implies that it is immortal, though in some stories the new Phoenix is merely the offspring of the older one. In very few stories they are able to change into people.

It symbolises what daydreamertoo experience in her life, the phoenix symbolises her faith, strength also being courageous.
Its also tells us about her chosen names for her Blog, SoulSpeak & Daydreamertoo.
I find it quite interesting, I am sure many of you have went and read some of her poetry. I will just take short excerpts on the poems that is really deep and soulful.
Journey To Now

In the wake of the wind
I watch the past receding.
A gentle breeze catching my thoughts
with salted-sweet embrace.

Being recommended by her work was a great honour to do some soul searching of myself, and to also rise above the ashes. If you need an escape to a place combind such amazing faith and strength from her through her words she reaches within your soul. That is the amazing part of being a writer sometimes you don't know how your words get perceived, but it does because someone can pull from your experiences. she's a single mother raising her daughter and yet she has this strong armour no matter what our religion or our faith is..
'You may say I'm a Dreamer, but I'm not the only one' ~ John Lennon

I am Chimnese and I am wishing you all a great week ahead, I will leave you with one last message. never give up your dreams nor give up on love because as Daydreamers's opening quote says: Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt love.