Poetic Reflections Week 11

#1: Kez

I love participating in Jingle Poetry at the gooseberry Garden as I love to read others poetry and share mine.

I love writing and find it therapeutic I also like to write things to highlight certain subject i.e peace, war. children I have 3 Blogs one personal one ...one that highlights different causes.. .and a naughty adult one.

I think

Missiles Of love demonstrate My style

http://poeticcauses.blogspot.com/2011/10/missiles-of-love.html

                                             Around the world, missiles and guns.                                           

 Constantly fired 

Death, birth and love though, 

Not yet retired. 

Innocent children brought into this political unrest 

Too young to fight

 Too young to protest 

Innocence and love in childhood

Is their life,

 It is their norm, 

 Yet elders of countries, 

Constantly fighting to reform!

Maybe the saviors from the devastation 

Emanates from their seed

For every fighting nation 

Its from the innocent 

They should take heed 

No prejudices indoctrinated 

Peace, love and tolerance, 

 The only missiles activated. 

#2: ed pilolla

What is the reason you participate poetry picnics of  Jingle Poetry At the Gooseberry Garden?

i want to meet other artists. i want to share my work. i'm impressed by the artists i have read through gooseberry garden.

How does writing poetry impact your life? Why poetry?

my writing is a reflection of my internal world. it's a window to what's brewing inside. i write poetry because that's what comes out. i know nothing of form. i just do what others say is free form.

How many blogs do you have? how long you have been blogging?

i have one blog (edpilolla.blogspot.com) and i have been blogging for a couple years. i only felt comfortable blogging publicly after nearly a year. that's when i began visiting other blogs.

Which poem you have written so far best demonstrates your poetry talent? Please give the  poem content along with link to your poem post, thanks.

i refuse to have a favorite. i'm not willing to allow myself a favorite. my favorite is always right around the corner ;)

#3: Isadora

What is the reason you participate poetry picnics of Jingle Poetry at the Gooseberry Garden?

When I first started participating in Jingle Poetry at Gooseberry Garden it was because it established a way for me to learn more about the art of poetry.  There is an abundance of outstanding poets and writers who post extremely creative word art. It is the fertile ground for me to develop a skill that I find continually astonishing. The challenges are a remarkable way for writers to push themselves to further heights. A noteworthy significance to the work that Gooseberry Gardens team puts into every one of them.

How does writing poetry impact your life?

My thought on the impact of poetry on my life is that because of it I have developed a cadre of skilled masters of it. I am not a poet. I am a novice of the art of poetry. I cannot consider myself skilled. I may be one day but for now I am a student of other masters. My introduction into the world of poetry came from reading the work of and participating in the challenges of Victoria Ceretto-Slotto from http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/.  She encouraged me to go further with every comment posted to my blog. She was and is the beacon of light that guides me on the path of a medium I had never ventured to attempt. She reinforces my skills with her kind praise whenever I have written something on my blog. So, I must assuage to her gift of inspiration.

Why poetry?

I consider myself a novice poet with little experience. I have always written short stories or prose but have never attempted poetry exclusively.  I feel fortunate to be able to develop something I never thought I would have been to do. My introduction to poetry blogs came to me by way of Gayle from http://bodhirose.wordpress.com/.  She had been writing poetry and I stopped by to read them. I must say I wasn’t encouraged at first. The idea of poetry hadn’t grasped me. But in time, I continued to read and eventually grew to love it. I never thought I would write poetry. When she encouraged me to start my own blog so I could post my stories she recommended I visit the various poetry blogs she enjoyed. I did and the rest is obvious. I am being asked poetry questions. Life is strange.

How many blogs do you have?

Well … one blog. I tend to want to do everything. I suppose I should divide all of my interests into different blogs but one seems to do the trick. I don’t consider Facebook a blog but if it is I do have a Facebook site. I keep it for updates on family and friends. I rarely write anything on there as most people like short, short things written on there. I am a little too wordy for that.

How long you have been blogging?

My blog is about 9 months old. I think it takes just about that long to pull it all together. The blogs I posted in the beginning show very little posting skills. I believe it takes that long to develop your readership, too. It has taken me that long to get into the groove of consistently writing and posting the various things I do.

Which poem you have written so far best demonstrates your poetry talent?

This has been the most difficult of the questions.

I like so many of them for various reasons. The one posted for: http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogpsot.com/2011/09/poetry-picnic-wk-5-object-thing-form.html

was the first one I had to work really hard to convey my thoughts in poetry form. The poem is called “Your Touch Still Burns Upon My Skin”.

http://insidethemindofisadora.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/your-touch-still-burns-upon-my-skin/

He offered me his strong hand, but I declined, preferring the mysteries in the shadow of my heart.
He offered me his ample lips, and I accepted, consenting to the starvation that will one day be my end.
The stars gave me their knowledge, feeling pity for a dying woman.
And the sun gave me its loathing, in a disdain for a living fool.
Laughing, I can feel your ease, childlike, you enjoy the moment.
Calling me near, you lightly touch persuasive fingers to my skin.
You tell me something, I do not hear lost in the harmony of your voice.
And that light soft touch, barely perceptible, still burns upon my skin.

Thank you for the honor and privilege you have bestowed upon me with this interview.   Namaste, Isadora

#4: Marilyn Anita

 

What is the reason you participate poetry picnics of Jingle Poetry At the Gooseberry Garden?

It's simple really:
 

I followed RoughWaterJohn, who followed, Jo, who'd discovered & responded to Magpie Tales' photo prompts.
 

I in turn responded to one (#82) and, lo and behold, The Gooseberry Garden  popped round to my blog, to read & comment on the poem I'd posted which was inspired by Magpie Tales' photo prompt!

And, In the comment was nestled an invitation to post my poems on this site, and here we are!

How does writing poetry impact your life? Why poetry?

Poetry has always been a part of my life. When I was I a youngster, I used to spend hours reading poems at a bookstore called The Paperback Booksmith. I'd go there, choose my books then sit down, right in the aisle, to read!  Across the years,  I've shared time and time again, all the wisdom I discovered in all those poems.

In writing poems, I hope I've found the means to share my experiences with others. I've several book themes that have been swirling around in my mind for years. I go at them in spurts, fits & starts. But with poetry, and most recently with the pantoum, I've discovered I can tell what I want to tell in one complete work. What an exciting discovery this has been ;-D

How many blogs do you have? how long you have been blogging? Which poem you have written so far best demonstrates your poetry talent? Please give the poem content along with link to your poem post, thanks.

I have four blogs: one for sharing thought-provoking ideas, another for my writing, a third in French that's for getting things of one's chest (& eventually for sharing solutions for life's sometimes nastier surprises), and lastly, one I started for news & posts between cast members of an English pantomime.

Which poem have I written that so far best demonstrates my poetry talent? Well, there are actually two poems, styles of poems (pantoums & diamente or form poems), that come to mind:

Magpie Tale

http://fodder4writing.wordpress.com/2011/09/26/magpie-inspiration-84

Posted on September 26, 2011 by emanita01

Rain Song

I ran. My dark purple evening gown trailed in the mud. I ran
from the stiffness of plastic people who’d crowded me.
I could not breathe back there.
The cool rain pelted down, drenched my hair, my clothes…cleansed my body

from the stiffness of the plastic people who’d crowded me.
They’d invited me to sing. Yet, something snapped as I stood before them.
The cool rain pelted down, drenched my hair, my clothes…cleansed my body.
There was nothing I could do. Suddenly, I was suffocating….

They’d invited me to sing. Yet, something snapped as I stood before them.
Their pompous, purposeless faces, their droning idle chatter…Suddenly, there was no air.
There was nothing I could do. Suddenly, I was suffocating….
Frantic eye lunged through the triple bay windows out into the dark wetness.

Their pompous, purposeless faces, their droning idle chatter…Suddenly, there was no air.
Rain tapping on glass drowns all sounds except its own.
Frantic, I lunged through the triple bay windows out into the dark wetness.
The rain caressed, embraced me. I shivered. Giddy. Spirit instantly freed.

I ran. My dark purple evening gown trailed in the mud. I ran
from the stiffness of plastic people who’d crowded me.
I could not breathe back there.
The cool rain pelting down, drenches my hair, my clothes…cleanses my mind

from the stiffness of plastic people who’d crowded me.
I ran till I could run no farther.
The cool rain pelting down, drenches my hair, my clothes…cleanses my mind,
as I upon a stone, and not quite alone, offer my songs to Thee.

Sons, A Diamente Poem

http://fodder4writing.wordpress.com/2011/08/13/sons-a-diamente-poem/

sons

distant, close

fighting, growing, changing

Alpha, Omega, blinding, bright

infuriating, loving, endearing

warm, essential

sunrays

^©March 2011 _M. Anita Bailey

Looking forward to hearing from you, thanks in advance, take good care, see you on Sunday for next poetry picnic.

Thanks for asking me! Love, light & laughter to you! Emanita

Happy Writing.

"Love & care are the 1st two ingredients needed to cook, bake and eat anything properly."

Blog sites for your perusal:

http://fodder4thinking.wordpress.com/

http://fodder4writing.wordpress.com/

#5: Ina

The reason I participate is to see how other poets deal with the theme, and learn more about poetry.  It is 11 months since I started writing English poems, and I think I need to learn a lot! And of course it is fun to do rallies!

Writing is my job, I write novels in Dutch.  I am always writing, day and evenings. In the evenings or early mornings, poems.  I try and read poetry too and every now and then it strikes me how beautiful some poems are.   I don’t have a poet yet that is my favorite, I have to read a lot more! In poetry everything we can possibly imagine, is getting shape. I love that.  In March next year my book “Veritas” will be published in the USA, 161 poems. In English.

I have blogs about genealogy, my family tree, one with Dutch poems and inaweblogisback,  where I publish my English poems. I also have the blog http://poetryfromthesea.wordpress.com  where I publish poems inspired by the sea, written by guest writers and myself. I have been blogging since 2005 or so. I think I am pleased with the poem ‘Chased’ (it was named ‘We chased the idiot out of the village’ before, an entry for Thursday poets rally Entry for thursday poets rally sept. 2011 week  52).

http://inaweblogisback.wordpress.com/2011/09/19/we-chased-the-idiot-out-of-the-village/

We chased the idiot out of the village.
He was blamed for the arson and flood
as all the Jews were already gone and dead.
And he lied so much, mother, he lied so much.
so we ran him out of town and chased him away.
He had it coming, he had scared us, mother.

He was crying and demanding his mother
whom he called Maria, when he left our village.
We were so glad he finally went far away.
He was stoned to death, there was a red flood,
so much blood, mother, all his fault, so much
did we hate him, for all that he did he is dead.

We can all be glad now the village idiot is dead
and he can’t hide behind the apron of his mother
where he would scold and scare us so much
that we were about to give up the village,
especially after the days of the horrible flood,
when even the nuns were afraid and went away.

Now the village idiot is finally away
and if it is true what they say, then he is dead,
they have thrown his burned corpse in the flood
and the only one crying was his old mother,
who will never go back to this village
where the idiot was hated so much.

Now we can have a feast and drink much
as the son of god and his mother both are away,
we can now make our own rules in the village
without worrying what may be once we’re dead,
and do you remember that face of the mother?
No, it is good that they’re gone in the flood.

There was so much red drifting away in the flood
But we hated him, mother, we hated so much!
He was human like us, as he too had a mother.
Why could he not just have gone far away?
He is haunting me mother, though he is dead
I don’t think he ever will leave our village.

His mother and him are now drifting in the flood,
gone from the village where happened so much,
but is he away, mother, now he is gone, really dead

It is a sestina.

Thank you and sorry for not responding sooner!

Ina Schroders-Zeeders

#6: Justin Batalden

My name is Justin Batalden (BAH-TALL-DEN) and I'm writer and  blogger.

The reason why I participate in poetry picnics is to try to get my name out there in the writing community. I want to become a writer, and right now I guess I'm just networking.

Poetry impacted my life by making me a lot more out spoken about my ideals. I tend to tell people what I'm thinking causing some laughs and glares from various types of people.

I chose poetry because it is probably the most creative way to write things. There is no set rules on how to write your poetry. It could be two words and if someone else calls it poetry it is poetry. That is what makes poetry so great. The total lack of rules (unless you are wanting to write in a certain style) and the total immersion into the creativity of the author.

I have one blog at the moment I'm thinking of making a new blog sometime soon, so keep your eyes open for it. I have been blogging since January of 2011. It started out as a I have fun for me to put my chapters of my book to a blog for my poetry. I think the best poem that shows my talent would be the poem called "My Wish".  and here it is

My Wish

My wish to change the past

Greatly envelops myself

Can't focus in class

All I can see is the fear

Friends showing the fear

The fear that I never want to be true

The things I said

Never going to be changed

People don't take much notice

They think she is sick

So all they see is the empty chair

Not the fact of what I did

The ice was never there before

The tree was a spawn of death

Life of my friend is gone forever

Looking at the careless faces

All laughing and enjoying themselves

None taking notice to the emptiness

The less laughter that could be there

Why am I so lucky?

I would trade places

To rid this classroom of this emptiness

here is the link http://justinbatalden.wordpress.com/2011/02/05/favorite-poem-i-have-written/

 


I have fun reading the above responses, amazing talent and poetry writing, Thanks for the Grace to Jingle Poetry the The Gooseberry Garden!

Recently, we have TWO officials resigned from the community, Thus we need your help with two positions,

One position is to post Poetry Form on Thursdays biweekly, replacing Ava, your first post is November 9, 2011.

Another position is to do Poetry Picnic on weekly or biweekly basis, replacing Shashi, your first post is November 6, 2011, 

For more details, contact Morning at jinglepoetry@gmail.com, Thank you in advance for your time and attention.

Requirements:

Not a paying job, but you learn new stuff, exercise your writing skills and in return, as a poet who blogs, your talent becomes more visible via your demonstration your official duties, applicants must have been active in our community for at least 4 weeks, which also means you have attended poetry picnic in the past for at least 4 times, and you have made comments and showed professional manners.... You must be able to work for the community for at least Three Months time period or post at least 8 official posts...you will need to have a gmail email account, and open a private blog on blogger so that you post with your personal ID.