poetry picnic points, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018,etc.

poetry picnic points, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018,etc
great poetry picnics all the way from 8/18/2011 to 8/18, 2013,
then, we do world peace yearly, with strong and consistent poems
which means world peace round up may 1, 2012 ---may 1, 2018


it seems like magic
poems and poets shifting their locations
writing fresh air into their blood
breathing Emily dikinson, robert frost, and jingle yanqiu styles into worldwide webs
faculty read
staff read
students read
school teachers read


after they read
they write out new layers of poetry balls
dark crows join grey sparrows
shooting comet tails a line in blue sky
poems enter our dreams
tickling
singing


we do feel the cheers to modern technology
susan constantin, who chooses to sleep on october 5,
eventually comea back
she is alive
she enjoys free blogging


  susan constantin, she is anew

  charlotte bronte


     
       

  Ted Berrifan

 

   
 

 
laura bush, george bush, michelle obama, and barakc obama walk around new york city

 

  donald trump and melania trump vote for world peace in ny

    contrasting to wrold peace and poetry rally,
some folks like to uce violence promoting their disagreement, which leads to lots of damages
new york city has remained strong and poetic after 9/11, 2010

Happy Birthday From Google and Yahoo to Tom Pickens, and to All of us

 

 

a birthday cake is yummy

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others
I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.


this poem is written by Ted Kooser
     a baby boy could uplift his mother with innocent witt
  sheng wu could swing on monkey bar easily
  leo ku and loraine chan has true love in between

   a panda used to be best friend to tom l wu

 

  amelia wilson often has distant thoughts on her life, but she persists
on creative writing, and what a c c champain


                         

world peace in may by Jingle poetry community @ olive garden, (poetry picnic special week 47)

  

world peace round up year 6, 2012--->2018,

 

   

     

Homonyms is one of the poetry forms not many do, but could be fun to try it, here is a sample from Firefox Poetry at Promising Poets Parking Lot, enjoy!

http://thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.wordpress.com/2011/07/14/homonyms-fun/


Can you pass the can?
May I see you in May?
Why don’t we toast with some toast
and coast along the coast?
A light is light
like a paper kite,
if it shines too bright,
it might bite;
A lean cat could lean on a skunk
and get smelly like one who’s drunk.
A bowl cannot bowl
but a roll might just roll
without wisdom of an owl
or charm of a doll.
…
Homonyms are words that sound
and look alike yet profound!
If you say them real fast,
They are a true blast!
let words fall like rain,
let wisdom shine on your pain….

The timid kingfisher by s.s.e.b.

kingfisher, kingfisher
resting on the rooftop
I hear you are a well-wisher
have you any fish? 

none to give, none to give
but I have something more
a little bird you could forgive
for flying from your shore!

Jib Þrongs Jinns Sir by Mark Burnhope’s Naming the Beasts

An abnominal for Jón “Jónsi” Þór Birgisson

Þis      brig

      ninon   jib;

Þis      born ibis   rib

no brió   bring rós   iris

Þis      joss-gnósis

           bong-grin

           
            nó Þin jingo

sorb   orris   nigrosin

I join   in Þis song o’

gibbon-origin       gó

nó sin   Þorn      nog  

rosin   iron      sign

I join      bóÞ

griss—n—bison

bóÞ

job—n—boss

bóÞ

son—n—biro in Þis song

( )—n—( )   noÞings

rising   norÞ

 

Cento Sonnet by Martin Vosper Writes

A cento is a poem made up entirely of lines from other poems. In this case they are all taken from Shakespeare’s sonnets (the number of each is shown in brackets).

The worst was this, my love was my decay, (80)

Being your slave what should I do but tend (57)

As with your shadow I with these did play, (98)

The roses fearfully on thorns did stand; (99)

The perfect ceremony of love’s rite, (23)

That she that makes me sin awards me pain, (141)

Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, (64)

They that have power to hurt, and will do none; (94)

O cunning Love! with tears thou keep me blind, (148)

Who will believe my verse in time to come? (17)

For that same groan doth put this in my mind, (50)

Although I swear it to myself alone; (131)

A dateless lively heat, still to endure, (153)

Who taught thee how to make me love thee more? (150)

A metaphor for mandarin by Baalakavii

Or not. I’m not really sure. (“Old man at the South Pole” is a star.)

fishing

i was
crossing the river
a few years ago.

now i have a home
and on the banks
i can sit

looking up
at the old man
of the south pole

who shines red
in the evening
like the new year.

 

 

         

   wordpeace poetic sentiment month, MaY, 2018....