Poetry Picnic Week 8: Friends, Relationships and Everyone around

My friends, I am Shashi and the host for the 8th week of creativity and enjoyment at The Gooseberry Garden for Poetry Picnic Week 8.

It was great week to really read most of the posting’s this time as I was able to take out time to do that. And what I realised is that we have great talent among our selves... and I must congratulate all of you. This week is again going to be very great as we are going to talk about and share an interesting topic i.e. ‘Friends, relationships and everyone around’ so that you can talk about any one who has touched you deeply...

Friends in Cologne - Germany

But before that let me tell you what we are going to do next week...

Next week we are going talk about “Longing, Loss, Loosing and failure”  as these are the really great factors that makes us what we are... because in losing, we know us... in failures we become stronger... and longing is that makes us love more... so come on, share who made you what you are... tell me whose loss, made you the strong person that you are.. now. Share your love story that happened or did not happen and how did it affect you...

Now coming back to our topic this week....

POETRY PICNIC WK 8: Friends, relationships and everyone around’

You Are Mine
© Erika Dick

You are mine, my best friend,
The one I can confide in, until the end.
The one who has seen every tear,
Whose hands boldly hold all of my fears.

You are mine, my other half that makes me complete,
Who never lets me feel like I am going through defeat.
You're the one who has always been there,
To show me how much that you truely care.

You are mine, my happiness in me,
Who's opened my eyes and really made me see.
Your compassion and love has shone through the clouds,
Leaving me with no more fears or doubts.

You are mine, an angel for me,
Whose smile is sent to make me happy.
The one who always has faith in your heart,
To make sure that I don't fall apart.

You are mine, without any question,
Giving me lots of hugs and affection.
You are mine, my best friend,
Whom I will always love until the very end!

I love you Lauren! Thanks for everything!

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A Friend.....

Is someone that everyone needs
A friend
Is that special one
A friend
Is someone you tell EVERYTHING
A friend
Is someone you never lie to
A friend
Can be a boy or a girl
A friend
Is someone that is always their
A friend
Will always listen to you
A friend
Always has input to give
A friend
Will never leave you in the dust
A friend
Will help you through the thick and the thin
A friend
Will always stand by your side
A friend
Will never let you down
A friend
Is someone everyone needs

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Jenni Cortes

Thanks for joining us to support poetry, poetry promotion, and poetry sharing here at The Gooseberry Garden Monday Poetry Potluck!!!

How To submit your poetry?

Add your entry via InLinkz below by clicking on the blue button, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It would be great if you could link back to us on your blog.

Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, 8pm (CDT), and will stay open till Wednesday, 8pm (CDT), 72 hours for you to share your poetry with us...

Please share your poetry, comment below and read some very talented artists and have fun! 

______

Shashi  

ॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivaya

Poetry Picnic Week 7: Love and Loss

My friends, I am Shashi and the host for the 7th week of creativity and enjoyment at

The Gooseberry Garden for Poetry Picnic Week 7.

We are going strength to strength and having an amazing time. Though I was not able to log on and read the poetry for some week but I strive to create this post an inspiring and giving you something to think about... hope I am doing it alright. But I promise you this, from next week onwards, I will try to plan better and give more time as we are trying to tweak the timeline of the posting to a little earlier to give me decent hours to work with this post in India, hope this will be fine with you my friends....

Love Potion
Painting by Koloman Moser  1915
I took this picture this July at Beveldere Museum Vienna

Well this week is going to be very interesting as we are going to write about an interesting topic i.e. ‘Love and Loss’ and anyone who has lived life, and or living life has something to say about it... so get your muse working overtime and tell you love how you feel, or tell your ex... How much it pains.... or just share how much your love people, friends and things around you and what loss means, when you lose something... anything.

But before that let me tell you what we are going to do next week...

Next week we are going talk about “Friends, relationships and everyone around” sharing the person’s who moulded us, made us what we are today, or someone that touched your heart or someone, who around you makes the world burst out in colours of rainbow...

Now coming back to our topic this week....

POETRY PICNIC WK 7: Love and loss

Sharing a lovely story of Robert and Elizabeth Browning... Both Elizabeth and Robert Browning believed that their love was eternal and some how I feel that it was... you judge for yourself.... as you read on...

Elizabeth Browning write in one of the most beautiful and love filled poetry that I have ever come across...  telling her husband Robert Browning...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

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Elizabeth Browning (1806-1861)

After Elizabeth Browning’s death, Robert Browning wrote the following quote from Dante into his wife’s Bible, “ I believe and I declare – certain I am – from this life I pass into a better, there where that lady lives of whom enamoured was my soul.”

Though Robert Browning outlived his wife by 28 years, he never remarried. A certain Lady Ashburton once proposed to him but he declined, assuring her that his heart lay buried in Florence, and any marriage would be for the benefit of his young son.

Here is one of his lovely poetry I am sharing about love..

LOVE
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So, the year’s done with!
(Love me forever)
All March begun with,
April’s endeavour;
May-wreaths that bound me
June needs must sever;
Now snow fall round me,
Quenching June’s fever___
(Love me forever)

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Robert Browning
(May7th, 1812 – Dec 12, 1889)

Thanks for joining us to support poetry, poetry promotion, and poetry sharing here at The Gooseberry Garden Monday Poetry Potluck!!!

Happy (Belated) Birthday to October Babies,

including the following poets at our community, wishing you all the happiness and success in life, and many happy returns! You Rock! Please enjoy a grand time!

October 2, Morning, Morning

October 6, Life in Verse, Aynsley7

October 9, Caged By Freedom, Tweety

October 16, Talon, TALON

October 16, Celebrating A Year: Mairmusic

October 21:~Drew: ~Drew

How To submit your poetry?

Add your entry via InLinkz below by clicking on the blue button, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It would be great if you could link back to us on your blog.

Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, 8pm (CDT), and will stay open till Thursday, 8pm (CDT), 96 hours for you to share your poetry with us...

Beginning Week 8, we may have our post up 6 hours earlier, which shall not hinder your participation! Thanks for the attention!

Please share your poetry, comment below and read some very talented artists and have fun! 

______

Shashi 
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Image Credit: Google.com

POETRY PICNIC WK 6 : Stories from Mythology, Culture and of life

Hello, Friends, This is Shashi, the host for the Sixth week of creativity and enjoyment at 

The Gooseberry Garden for Poetry Picnic Week 6.

Last week's poetry picnic was great  because the topic got powerful verses.. from the incredible community of poets such as YOU here. Thank YOU very much.

This week is going to be very interesting as we are going to touch upon some lovely stories from ‘Mythology, Culture and of life’ where you are could share your own stories inspired by mythology or your own thoughts or stories from life, that has touched you deeply...

But before that let me tell you what we are going to do next week...

Next week we are going talk about “Love and Loss” whispering our own feelings... deeply seated within our self and give it a chance to come out in the open and see how it feels to live it... or let it go.

Now coming back to our topic this week ....

POETRY PICNIC WK 6 : Stories from Mythology, Culture and of life

Birth of Venus - Painting by Botticelli c. 1486

The English imagination was fired by Greek mythology starting with Chaucer and John Milton and continuing through Shakespeare to Robert Bridges in the 20th century. Racine in France and Goethe in Germany revived Greek drama, reworking the ancient myths.  Although during the Enlightenment of the 18th century reaction against Greek myth spread throughout Europe, the myths continued to provide an important source of raw material for dramatists, including those who wrote the libretti for many of Handel's and Mozart's operas. By the end of the 18th century, Romanticism initiated a surge of enthusiasm for all things Greek, including Greek mythology. In Britain, new translations of Greek tragedies and Homer inspired contemporary poets (such as Alfred Lord Tennyson, Keats, Byron and Shelley) and painters (such as Lord Leighton and Lawrence Alma-Tadema) Christoph Gluck, Richard Strauss, Jacques Offenbach and many others set Greek mythological themes to music.

In a very broad sense, the word mythology can refer to any traditional story so I am going to share one beautiful story...

Birth of Athena (Greek)

Zeus came to lust after Metis and chased her in his direct way. Metis tried to escape, going so far as to change her form many times by turning into various creatures, such as hawks, fish, and serpents. However, Zeus was both determined and equally proficient in changing form. He continued his pursuit until she relented.

An Oracle of Gaea then prophesied that Metis' first child would be a girl, but her second child would be a boy that would overthrow Zeus as had happened to his father and grandfather. Zeus took this warning to heart. When he next saw Metis, he flattered her and put her at her ease. Then, with Metis off guard Zeus, suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed her. This was the end of Metis, but possibly the beginning of Zeus' wisdom.

After a time Zeus developed the mother of all headaches. He howled so loudly it could be heard throughout the earth. The other gods came to see what the problem was. Hermes realized what needed to be done and directed Hephaestus to take a wedge and split open Zeus's skull. Out of the skull sprang Athena, full grown and in a full set of armour. Due to her manner of birth, Athena has dominion over all things of the intellect.

Image and Text Source - Wikipedia

Thanks for joining us to support poetry, poetry promotion, and poetry sharing here at The Gooseberry Garden Monday Poetry Potluck!!!

How To submit your poetry?

Add your entry via InLinkz below by clicking on the blue button, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It would be great if you could link back to us on your blog.

Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, 8pm (CDT), and will stay open till Thursday, 8pm (CDT), 96 hours for you to share your poetry with us...

Please share your talent, comment below to let us know you are here or report any problems you have, and read some very talented artists! Have Fun! 

______

Shashi 
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

POETRY PICNIC WK 5 : Object (The thing form / Objectivism / Imagism etc)

My friends, I am Shashi and the host for the fifth week of creativity and enjoyment at The Gooseberry Garden for Poetry Picnic WK 5.

Last week's poetry picnic was a GREAT one where the Jingle Poetry Community anniversary has had a great response.. and we at the poetry picnic are happy about the response that You give us. Thank you very much.

This week is going to be very interesting too as we are going to touch upon an interesting form, ‘Object’ where you look deeply into the thing that you are going to write about and write what comes to your mind.

But before that let me tell you what we are going to do next week...

We are going to talk about Mythology next week and your interpretations. We have across our ages, culture, tribes and religions are full of mythology, interesting percepts and thoughts... and that is what we are going to touch upon next week. Dig into your resources, around you, within your family, your culture,  and you may find an array of resources and thoughts and stories that I am sure interest you to write about it. So go ahead take one of those threads and mint a new verse and take us to an amazing journey of your culture, thoughts and perspective.

Now coming back to our topic this week ....

POETRY PICNIC WK 5 : Object (The thing form / Objectivism / Imagism etc)

A focussed worker in one of the factory I visited in Europe recently

When Rilke, joined Rodin (the great sculptor) as his secretary, he taught him the value of objective observation, and under this influence Rilke dramatically transformed his poetic style from the subjective and sometimes incantatory language of his earlier work into something quite new in European literature. The result was the New Poems, famous for the "thing-poems" (or OBJECT POEMS) expressing Rilke's rejuvenated artistic vision. The poems of the New Poems and New Poems: The Other Part are highly wrought, using language and poetic form as a shaped and shaping material; to this extent the poems are often said to be "things" in themselves. So that is what we are going to do in this week. Write about what you see, what you perceive after seeing .. write thing poems.. relate with the object that you see.

As Buddha said in this discourse at one point of time...

“Bhikshu’s look deeply at this bowl and you can see the entire universe. This bowl contains the entire universe. This is only one thing this bowl is empty of and that is separate individual self” – Buddha

The basic tenets of Objectivist poetics as defined by Louis Zukofsky were to treat the poem as an object, and to emphasise sincerity, intelligence, and the poet's ability to look clearly at the world.

So friends, I want you to look deeply into what you are seeing and writing about and let us know that the flower exists not because of its own self, but because there are seers, who see the beauty of the existence.

Here are some examples starting with Rilke’s most famous poetry on the OBJECT form

The story about this poetry is that on Rodin’s advise, he went to observe the caged panther for straight 9 hours and he wrote this poem that is now the paradigm of poetic Object Form.

THE PANTHER
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His vision, from the constantly passing bars,
has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to him there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.

As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.

Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly--. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles,
plunges into the heart and is gone

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Rainer Maria Rilke

4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926
Curtsy Wikipedia: Read more here

The below is extract the first part of a six-page section from what was to become an 800-page poem, which takes as its subject a set of road works in the street outside Zukofsky’s New York home:

"A"-7 by Louis Zukofsky
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Horses: who will do it? out of manes? Words

Will do it, out of manes, out of airs, but

They have no manes, so there are no airs, birds

Of words, from me to them no singing gut.

For they have no eyes, for their legs are wood,

For their stomachs are logs with print on them;

Blood red, red lamps hang from necks or where could

Be necks, two legs stand A, four together M.

"Street Closed" is what print says on their stomachs;

That cuts out everybody but the diggers;

You're cut out, and she's cut out, and the jiggers

Are cut out. No! we can't have such nor bucks

As won't, tho they're not here, pass thru a hoop

Strayed on a manhole — me? Am on a stoop.
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Louis Zukofsky

(23 January 1904 – 12 May 1978)

He was an American poet. He was one of the founders and the primary theorist of the Objectivist group of poets and thus an important influence on subsequent generations of poets in America and abroad.

To read and know more about Object Form please click here...

Thanks for supporting poetry, poetry promotion, and poetry sharing here at The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic!!!

How To submit your poetry?

Add your entry via InLinkz below by clicking on the blue button, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It would be great if you could link back to us on your blog.

Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, 8pm (CDT), and will stay open till Thursday, 8pm (CDT), 96 hours for you to share your poetry with us...

Please share your poetry, comment below and read some very talented artists and have fun!

______

Shashi            
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Poetry Picnic Week 4: Summer Vacations, Grandparents, and Anniversaries,

There is No More Sunday Depression or Monday Blues because it is 

Poetry Picnic Time!!!

Welcome to Jingle Poetry @ The Gooseberry Garden Poetry Picnic Week 4, it is TIME to celebrate as we are

Celebrating Jingle Poetry Community One Year Anniversary

... and the topic this week is 

”Summer Vacations, Grandparents,  and Anniversaries”

And this is Shashi offering you our special treatment this week  

Share 1 to 3 poems, old or new, in any poetry forms with US, and have FUN!

How to link in my poetry?

 Share your work using InLinkz below, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It would be great if you could link back to us on your blog.

 Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, at 8pm (CDT), and will stay open Thursday, 8pm (CDT), 96 hours for you to share your poetry with us...

Upcoming Next Week!! 

For Week 5, we will be back with our normal style and the theme is ” A poetic form known as 

" OBJECT”

It will be fun to write about what you see around you like may be the bird, the falling apple or the road that is congested with traffic jam... anything that you can write about looking deeply into any object, person, or an emotions, love or feelings...Its going to be fun looking deeper into a thing, but that's next week!

Leaving that aside, let's get back to the main topic here. 3...2...1

*pull the party poppers* 

Poetry Pot Lucky! 

Please Enjoy talented poems below and write on upon your inspirations and thoughts.

The first poetry shared is by Nina Cassian (She is a Romanian poet, composer, journalist and film critic. She has published more than fifty books of her own poetry) And its called... well ...

ANNIVERSARY

(...For Barbara Davis)

By Nina Cassian

I love you with the syllables I learned

From Shakespeare’s sonnets, burning, never burned.

Love you with the everlasting sounds

Of memory, your ups and downs

And calm and frenzy, ecsrasy and grief.

I love your life as much as I believe

In elements, in islands under spell,

In howling oceans, magic dew...

When once you called me Prospero, you knew

That I am Caliban as well.

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Nina Cassian

(November 27, 1924 - )

To read more about Nina Cassian please click here

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For Celebrating Grand Parent’s day here is a nice poetry by Bridget Brown

This is a poem for my grandmother who has been there for me through thick and thin Kathleen Brown – Bridget Brown

Her

Her smile
Her laugh
Are full and rich

Her voice
Her touch
Are soothing and gentle

Her thought
Her feelings
Mean everything

When I’ve got nobody

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By Bridget Brown

Source: Family Friend Poems 

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HOPE That YOU HAVE ENJOYED your Stay With US THIS WEEK AND LOOK FORWARD TO YOUR PARTICIPATION Now AND In The COMING WEEKS

...AND Officials  HERE WISH A HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO JINGLE POETRY COMMUNITY....

Shashi

ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya