Sunday, June 10, 2012

Poetry Picnic Week 38: No Prompt, But Honoring Our Best Collection of Week 3 Hosted By Morning....Read, Think, Write, and Smile! See You In July, Dear Supporters! Take Good Care, I Will Miss YA!!!!!! :)

Jingle Poetry Community founded by Jingle Yanqui or Jiyan

(9/11/2010-8/17/2011), 9 months after she starts Thursday Poets Rally... ;)

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Foaming Froth by  Sina  

Edible or not;
I’m your hazel affogato

Drinkable or hot;
I’m your caramel macchiato

You will gulp me up one day
To that very final drop

You will drink me up baby
Till you’re down with me on top

I’ll squeeze you like a plum
You’ll juice up off my palm

I’ll hold you up inside
You’ll beg for going down

But you wouldn’t have a clue
All I’d do; only to you

Till you lay it, take it off
All, except your evil side

Then we’ll cook some,
Bake some love

We’ll devour it while it’s hot
don’t wipe it off your mouth

All that froth, that foaming froth;
That froths from falling down…

He Never Had A Chance by ZQ

“…All we are saying

Is give peace a chance.” John Lennon
Twelve devils dancing on a pinhead
Twirling, almost falling,
Catching each other In sizzling embrace.
Winking, hooting, and hollering
Celebrating the death of peace;
An un-precedent disgrace.
Needle threading cloth
A suture for a dress
In and out, out and in.
A thimble on the thumb;
A thimble on the index.
Another unforgiving tear,
Another uncompromising disgrace,
Peace, should have been naked,
At best.
Where is the catcher in the rye?
Suicide bombers!
Soft targets!
Murder of children!
Children murder parents!
Prophets poison followers!
Followers assassinate prophets!
Where are the angels and cherubims?
Where is the Lord of the dance?
Where is John Lennon?

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over the past 2.6 years, she started from 0 on 11/28/2009, established herself 
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then Jingle Poetry Community (9/11/2010), and JP @ Olive Garden, 
later Bluebell Books Twitter Club, 
and The Home Made GingerBread Seoulhouse at Dallas, 
London, and ....

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the same way she is honest and loves her family, not only 
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via  blog Jingle in 2010, but also she is the best or most devoted 
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Unusual Acquaintance by Alex Dissing  

On a highway day drive in April, I befriended a June bug.
We got off to a tumultuous beginning:
I flicked him out the car window, but he stuck around.
I tested him, he responded, I respected.
He calmly clung to the review mirror,
and we began to reveal a bit about our pasts.
He said his kind gets a bad rap, are considered pests,
but they don’t seem that bad to me.
He said he had a bad batch with his woman, needed a new start.
“I’m glad you’re headed somewhere else,” he said,
“because that’s exactly where I’m headed.”
He mentioned something about the crows being thick in these parts,
and I took that as one of the reasons he wanted out.
“I don’t mean to be frank, but did the crows grub on your grubs?” I asked.
He said yes, that his woman didn’t trust him anymore because he couldn’t protect.
“How can I fend off a crow?” he helplessly wondered aloud. “It’s beyond my control.”
“It’s beyond your control.”
He told me his name was Jim.
Jim the June bug… has quite the jingle.
He kept the conversation moving along;
he was a quick witted little fellow.
“I only have a year to live,” he said. “I don’t have the time to waste any of mine.”
I asked him what his plans were. He said he was just winging it.
We went along for a while – at least a mile – in silence.
It was the comfortable kind of silence, though,
the kind only two true friends could enjoy.
“Well,” he said, “this is it. This feels like it. I’ll be going.”
I wished him the best of luck. He did the same to me.
With a flick of his wings he was gone. Glenn H. Curtiss* would be proud.
Come to think of it, I was proud of him, too.
I hoped his new start was the right one.
And I hoped the crows were a little less dense.

Blue Blood by Blue Blood- (RoHiT Iyer)  

With an ocean in my eyes and a dagger in my heart,
I wake up only to see water and blood fuse into art.
If only I could shoot a beam of messages into the sky
They haven't taken me yet and I need to know why?

This is not the place to be. It's alien to me just as I am to it
Killing my thoughts every now and then, just bit by bit.
This realm, your home feels like a prison called Earth
None here to comprehend, to walk, there's a dearth.

Traversing my way through the labyrinth of emotions,
I'm the unwary adventurer, unaware of the solutions.
My losing grip only helps my agony get more poignant.
Yes, I see it all. I have endured, but now I am spent.

I wish to be a kaleidoscopic friend, always with, always there
A part of your emotions, a part of your life, Just without glare.
I know all your eyes only see the boorish me, not me from within
Amidst the hacienda of all your human treachery, all my head does is spin.

I have you in my garret, high there, full of respect and never ending gratitude
Safe and free, just like yesterday, all your liberty turns into scorning attitude.
I won’t ask you to change. I won’t ask you to adjust. It’s me who’s petrified
I might seem complex but for all you do not know, I’m just countrified.

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Humor Prompt:

Promising Poets Poetry Café

Jingle and Jingle Via Aya Wilson
Mozilla Firefox Poetry  AT  Promising Poets Parking Lot


If I feel well,
I have to F-E-E-L. . .
these transitory ills
are not what’s real. . .
but they defend
a trench
that guards
the deeper,
older circumstance
that’s very hard
to strive against
and still keep up the fine façade,
a normal life to live. . .
Give up that trench!
Give up those ills!
Charge with a bayonet

against the much too much accrued
internal landfills,
rich litter
of a battery of age-old hurts,
a litany of bound-up anger spurts,
an agony of blown-up, twisted fears. . .
Be brave
enough the open field to take–
part white flag
and part handshake,
A lasting peace that,
being on untested ground,
from time to time, is bound
to waver. . .
but, in the calms between the storms,
Take advantage!
The panoramic field is
mine to dance,
to navigate,
a deft, dynamic balance
to create–
new, happy freedom so to savor. . .