Sunday, November 4, 2012

Poetic Reflection Week 39: On C. C. Champagne (A Repost By Blaga)

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New Weekly Poetry Picnic Schedule Announcement:

From now on, Weekly or Regular poetry collection starts on Mondays, at 10:00 am (CDT), and will stay open till  Sundays, 11:00 pm (CDT), almost an entire week for you to share your poetry with us...

See You At our Week 40 Poetry Picnic Tomorrow, 10:00 Am... ;)

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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* (http://ccchampagne.wordpress.com/2011/06/22/interview-with-myself/)

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

Originally A Glass of Bubbly (http://ccchampagne.wordpress.com/), along with the name CC Champagne, came to me while taking burlesque classes at Burleskakademien, Stockholm (http://burleskakademien.se/), 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 (http://randommisanthrope.com/). 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 (http://ccchampagne.wordpress.com/2011/06/25/cumulu/) to a discarded cigarette-butt on the ground (http://ccchampagne.wordpress.com/2011/07/14/what-we-leave-behind/) can make words pop into my head... At least lately.

Miss Kitten (http://www.misskitten.org/), 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 (http://www.poetry-archive.com/r/song.html).

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!


 

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Poem of the Week 39: Wiserskydiver




Hello, poets, we have lots of outstanding entries this week, well, I am encouraged by your enthusiasm and support, as for poem of the week, I pick this one, which is haunting itself as a metaphor of ghosts...Enjoy!


Fight of My Demons
by


I am in a constant state of war
The stuff that churns my wheels is burning in hells fire
even though beautiful people surround me i can’t be at peace
This rage is driving me wicked
It use to be about them and now its just I
I am not selfish but lately i haven’t even been Me
Fear is adding spirits to the fog
Ghosts of the pasts haven’t even left yet
Dark thoughts have stricken me and my actions are confused
I swear i am not a crusader
I can’t fight this off easy
I wish to be Me when it was we

Friday, November 2, 2012

Friday Blog Review - Thoughts Not Lost - Week 39



The blog in review today is Thoughts Not Lost written by Nicole Suzanne.  The first thing that drew me to this blog was it’s layout and the theme in its imagery.  It’s purples and stars make the blog seem like it will surely be exciting.  The name itself is also quite intriguing.  The overall layout of the blog is easy to navigate and nicely done.  The author page is also easy to find as well, which is always nice.  There are easy navigation options on the right pane as well as a blogroll and other fun features.   
Enough about the display of the blog, the content is important as well.  The poems are all written quite well and use some very nice imagery.  Some of the personification, in poems such as Slither, are also quite nice.  These poems definitely make you think and are written nicely.  One of the poems I liked best on this blog is the following:



Energy springs
Eternal lean, glean what can
Skip, trip on to the next.
Perplexing and new.
Not tried and true.
But dipped in blue, shimmering stars
Bright and light the night
Fight as you might,
dare to delight.

Nicole Suzanne has been posting to their blog since July 2010 and I hope they continue to post more great poems.  Don’t forget to subscribe so you can read more of these awesome poems.  I hope you enjoyed the blog as much as I did.




~Robin Elizabeth (Write.It)

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Thursday Poetry Form Week 39: MishaPe

 

According To Justin Penter Woo,

Mishape Poetry Form is a Niu (OX ->New ->Neil->Sheng ->Shing->Xing->Star) poetry form created by Tifiny Moon, in honoring Father’s Day on June 17, 2012, it has exactly 11 lines, and 43 syllabus, the poem forms a shape of diamond, with syllabus distribution as 
1 2 2 5 7 9 7 5 2 2 1
Here is an example:
 Parks
Texas
Oilman
Basic German Words
Driver’s license renewed then
Togetherness after Buckingham visit
The 1st bible read home
Hailstones in July
Austin
Time’s
Great

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

JP @ Olive Garden Poetry Picnic Week 39: Halloween 2012 Special!


Hello, It has been months since we run last poetry picnic, we miss You a great deal!


                                                            It's End of October Again, 
  Time 2 Party with Your Friend,
  Let's Make Poetry Rhyme,
Yep, Since It's P-O-E-T-R-Y P-I-C-N-I-C Time!



 
Welcome to Jingle Poetry at Olive Garden Poetry Picnic Week 39, it is TIME to enjoy some poetry in haunted and creepy manners, that’s right, because it is Halloween Time!!  


This is Helen Obama  welcoming You  to the end of October Poetry Picnic Party Here! 
Upon reading some spooky piece from your peers, please let your dark muses rise, 
 write and share your poetry talent with us, remember,
 anything haunting, dark, orange, red, or grey related, or autumn 
related are WELCOME  here! You can also share a free verse if you wish!


All Hallows Eve -An Acrostic by Victoria-liv2write2day



Any soul not yet at rest
Loosens the grip of uncertainty,
Leaves the abode of the dead, wanders
Here and there amongst the living.
As darkness enfolds earth’s visage
Lost spirits roam, hungering for
Love once refused, lessons to be learned.
Only those still in this realm who understand
What is required to seek fulfillment
Strive to offer hope and prayers.
Even these must wait to cross
Vast worlds and unexplained dimensions
Eventually to rest in peace.

Brief Day Ends by Steven Federle


October slips
past golden hills
as traffic
through the narrow valley slides, 

glittering serpent
gliding
past thrashing grass

while high atop the street lamp, 
stands the black vulture,
wings extending

massive and dark
and still,

beckoning 
this new season 
of death.


Moon Shadows by Ginny Brannan  

Just for fun, in honor of Halloween 2011

Late night, moonlight casts shadows on the wall;
floor creaks, curiosity piques, I tiptoe down the hall.
Cat jumps, heart pumps faster with this scare--
another sound, I glance around, and whisper soft “Who’s there?”

The clock ticks out the minutes; no one says a word;
no other sound is heard.

Standing still, sheer force of will, seeking inner calm.
I confess, am quite distressed—feel the sweat-drenched palm.
Turn around, bedroom-bound, when movement catches eye--
deep breath, scared to death, something’s still awry…

Outside echoes, “whoo, WHOO?” of owl up in the tree.
Cannot help but wonder, “Who it is indeed?”

Wide-awake, cannot shake this feeling of forebode,
not insane, but can’t explain what has gotten hold.
Turn on lights, doors locked tight-- all is safe <or is it?>
Am I host to some old ghost, on his midnight visit?

No one will believe it; they’ll say this allegation
is just another figment of my imagination.

©  Copyright Ginny Brannan October 2011


halloween by On Paper Wings
no one is who they are
or what they seem
on this night of all nights

(the wicked witch has a heart of gold)

the scientist prepares to
perform an operation
on the tray of celery sticks

(his monster is quite healthy)

ghosts and goblins
run down the street
screaming "Candy! Candy!"

(for inside, they're sweet)

the chill wind blows
through the knee-high weeds
and rouses a murder of crows

(black against black as they mount to the rising sky)

Autumn Introspection by Miss Kitten  
A few leaves still remain,
Stubbornly refusing to fall.
Though most of their kin
Have already formed
A pretty orange carpet
On the forest floor.
The old leaves have to go
Eventually, or else
They’ll die clinging,
Shriveled and brown
To the branch of the tree.
The tree knows all about
Letting go.
It knows that life
Cannot be renewed unless
One first removes the old,
And the dead.
Such is the life of a tree.
Such is life.


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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 or Regular poetry collection starts on Sunday, at 2pm (CDT), and will stay open till Next Suinday, 8pm (CDT), an entire week for you to share your poetry with us...


Upcoming Next Week!!  

For Week 40, we will have theme Milky Way, Stars, Moon, Seasons, and Sunset.
What fun it is, that's next week!

Since this is a virtual party, 
every poet who blogs is invited and welcome here, 
Please dress yourself with Halloween customs, feel FREE to join Us and 
Share your poetry treats, old or new, theme related or unrelated, in any poetry forms!



Helen Appreciates Your Continued Support and Beautiful Poetry Talent Here!
Please take a moment, post a poem,  share, and enjoy a spooky but fun time
"Trick or Treating" !


H-A-P-P-Y P-O-E-T-R-Y P-I-C-N-I-C!


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