Was your mother like Joan Crawford's Mommy Dearest? Did she vacuum in pearls and high heels like June Cleaver? Was her style more Mama Bear--hairy and swatting you when you needed it? Was she a soccer mom with a minivan and elitist ideals? Were either of you an accident of birth? Do you worship the ground she walked on or were you happier to walk away?
Jean Marie has finished off National Poetry Month by re-writing poems from two poets (and my poems are one of the two re-written poems that she created.)
The big one and the little one sat together in peace. They were different, yet the same Live, love, learn, leave. That was all it was enough.
I have to tell you to your face this is not the appropriate place to celebrate Great Poetry Reading Day You've read this poem, now slip away to where the great poems may be found by poets of more literary renowned.
He lumbers across the Florida golf course snapping at any who dares cross his path His bite is much worse than his roar or his hiss. The sun warms his scaly back but not his cold reptilian heart. He doesn't care; Nature made him that way. He only sheds crocodile tears.
Key West is for the birds so many different sounds are heard Roosters crow any time of day while pigeons coo, always on display screeching gulls snatch fish or bacon anything left out may be takin' Squawking pelicans line the pier whenever a fishing boat draws near In the butterfly house on Duval pink flamingos screech and call while soft spoken doves are underfoot along the path they quickly scoot Waterfowl also quack and honk Very at home in the Republic of Conch
So the first (and possibly most confusing?) part of World Heritage Day is that that actually isn’t it’s a formal name. What is popularly known as World Heritage Day is actually called The International Day for Monument and Sites and was established in 1982 by the International Council for Monuments and Sites, or ICOMOS. This organization was established on the principles set forth in the Venice Charter, otherwise known as the 1964 International Charter on the Conservation and Restoration of Monuments and Sites.
The organization was founded after a need was identified to protect these valued locations, and it saw the coming together of experts from hundreds of related fields. These include architects, engineers, geographers, civil engineers, and artists and archaeologists. Each year they work to help ensure that some of the world’s most beautiful sites and important cultural monuments remain preserved for future generations.
Since it’s inception it has grown to include almost 10,000 members in over 150 countries all over the world. Of these 10,000 members over 400 are members from institutions, national committees, and international scientific committees, all working together to save important sites and identify new ones that need to be added to the watch list.
In 2021, the University of Virginia dedicated the UVA Memorial to Enslaved Laborers
What makes amends? Which message sends Enough! so that the conflict ends,
Every spring is the only spring, a perpetual astonishment.
~ Ellis Peters
Crocuses were the early explorers establishing a beachhead amidst the melting snow Daffodils sent up periscopes of leaves before committing flower heads and blooms Weeping willows wept tears of yellow green flowing down long slender limbs Grasses staggered their emergence in scraggly patches of green and brown Violets and vinca minor provided purple notes of color Cherry blossoms reigned briefly before ceding to the rapidly advancing red-buds and dogwoods. Tulips provided the first notes of saturated colors. Late bloomers competed with the early iris. Many trees are throwing up pollen on cars, sidewalks, ponds, and membranes. Other trees have the bare ends of winter. Each wave approaches, swells, explodes, and then recedes Followed immediately by the next wave of flowering plants.
Thoughts-- drips becoming rivulets merging with creeks flowing into rivers creating puddles and pools backing up stagnating dry washes until new thoughts replace them in drips drops and drabs. It all flows downhill renewed re-energized unstoppable cataracts rapids hopping skipping, tumbling over rocks and occasionally themselves.
To celebrate, enjoy a brew If it tastes good, then make it two Poets, preachers and just plain sinners All agree that it's a winner Except to me, its just a waste I've never been able to acquire the taste. Cheers!
People are like Easter eggs of many different hues some you find immediately others found with clues A few of them are basket cases some of them are rotten some of them just roll arouond others lie in cotton You cannot always judge the egg by the color of it's shell Pretty is as pretty does You need the taste and smell
Cannonade of gusts Aimlessly butcher branches Warfare windblown style.
I tried to write a Zombie poem but all my thoughts went numb Maybe the Zombie ate my brain which is why this poem is dumb. Last night while I was fast asleep, he dined upon my brains leaving a mass of noodled thoughts like limp spaghetti strains
Poetry month is here once more just like it was the year before Limericks, sonnets, and other forms follow rules and the usual norms Some poems seem to meander around with a purpose that is seldom found Ego poetry is not a gift Like an unwanted guitar riff Some like structure, some like rhyme some think it is quite sublime Other think of Dr. Suess While other wonder what's the use. I'll try to write a poem a day Even with nothing worth while to say.
Windswept clouds surf along the Blue Ridge Mountains soaring over the ridge lines only to dip into the hollows before exploding upwards in a burst of white and gray spray
Do as I say not as I do because I know much better than you Send me your money my PAC is the best more honest and trusted than the all of the rest I love my base they love me back No one will listen to your false attacks What you don't know can't hurt me I say ahead of the law I'll continue to stay From white house to big house I travel along Continuing to sing my siren's song
Awaiting vaccine Appointment at CVS icicles forming Chill penetrating car, coat, sweatshirt, t-shirt, skin time spirals backward Incisors of ice guard the maw of the trashcan obstacles abound People slip around helping each other, no falls today. Ice loses.
A snowman's diet only requires warm sunshine Easy reduction First days of diet water loss is not really the same. Sauna helps.
I don’t normally use poetry prompts and decided to use the first prompt from Five Poetry Prompts from Writing it Forward
His steel-like policy was not worth saving. Its rigid ideology an imitation trumped up from some other theory chiseled in the quicksand of ego.
At dVerse Grace is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to personification and imagery.
“But what about those windy spring days? You know the drill, you fight the sheets onto the line. Then the wind catches them and makes them want to sail into the next country!” The Texas Homesteader
The Next Dance Sick of line dancing, she wanted to cut loose with a tango or a foxtrot, even a rouge can-can would do it and, once safely pegged, she gave herself to the sea breeze throwing her legs up, her head back, tossing her skirt about with laughter just like linen flapping in the wind, and soon the others joined in the fun, swirling and twirling along the good time, refreshed and waiting for the next dance in the sun. ©Paul Vincent Cannon