Monthly Archives: May 2011

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Please Join Poets Rally Week 44 (May 19-25)

Mission Statement:

Participants are poets who are dedicated to spend a major portion of their time promoting and celebrating poetry. By volunteering to reach out, make positive comments or encouragements to blogs that are new; they demonstrate leadership qualities in becoming backbone of future poetry advocacy leaders and seasoned poetry readers and writers.

Meanwhile, we welcome poets who are represented as Fresh Poets to join our leadership group under their own wish or motivation.  We expect our group to grow and expand  so that more poets are inspired, more poems are composed and shared, and  more joy or fulfillment in poetry is discovered.

Rules:

  • Any Poet who wants to join our Thursday Poets’ Rally, should feel free to post an original free verse in your own blog.
  • If you are one of the previous participants, you have the option to visit either 18 fresh poets from the list, or visit 9 participants that are new to you, 9 fresh poets from the list.
  • Please make sure to return favor to the poets by reading them back when you are given comments by the other participants.
  • After you have commented on a minimum of 18 blogs, do let us know. You will be moved on the list the following week as active poets.

Method of Submission:

Submit your entry via agreement and linkz below, leave a comment to say YES…

thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com

My entry is here:

http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2011/05/18/hard-to-fulfill-lifes-proposal-poets-rally-entry-in-55-words/

Awards/Treats fro Week 44:

Please feel free to claim awards/tags from above, have fun!

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It’s Moments Like Those (4 Short Story Slam)

It’s moments like those

As the air smells like a fresh rose,

and joy dominates the world,

without anyone saying a word.

Landing down to the grassy ground,

The feel is super profound.

No moments like now,

No smarter mind than that of an owl.

Magic hits,

ME crying,

After 3 hours of trip up in the sky,

I’m thrilled to stay alive and sigh!

With a fresh cup of wine in hand,

There, I firmly understand,

The way to come around,

And let old wounds buried underground.

It’s moments like those,

When words fly like water in a hose,

There, time is still,

with the most delicious will.

No need to endeavor to keep it long,

Veritable feast sings its own song.

Let this festival moist the seed of this day,

With memories preserved, I pray!

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My 2nd entry to Short Story Slam:

 http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2011/05/short-story-slam.html

Everyone is welcome to join us!

Blessing!

This is submitted to Poets United

and Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry

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Blind, Mute, Deaf

I am reposting a poem written by Tally here, love this one………..

http://tallyme.wordpress.com/2011/05/10/blind-mute-deaf/#comments

View the world through blind eyes
for what could be a better way?
The seeing see only what they want to see
regardless of what lies in the heart.
Which blind learn to view more easily.

Sing the melody of nature with a mute voice
for what could be a better way?
The loud singers can not hear over their voices
the heartbeat of the wild
Which the silent person listens to.

Hear the millions of the world with deaf ears
for what could be a better way?
The rumble of society washes over hearing ears
who hear nothing but insufferably gossip.
Which the deaf are glad not to hear.

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Poets Rally Week 43 is still open for submission, click on the link below to submit a free verse with us

Agreement with linkz: thursdaypoetsrallypoetry.blogspot.com

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When Magic Tries 2 Impress (Poetry Potluck Week 34 Welcomes You!)

On top of a hill,

A figure under the tree, sitting still,

His cheeks glow

as grasses bends below.

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To freeze the moment

which will not last,

It’s such a hard task

2 ask.

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Here comes a dog’s bark

from the nearby park,

The bumble bee’s hum

suggests a beehive near the farm.

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One has to hold one’s breath

2 stop time,

when magic tries to impress,

what a sweet crime.

Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry, Every Poet is welcome to share 1 to 3 poems with us..

Week 34 Theme: Colors, Spring, and Rainbow.

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Mother’s Day Weekend Poetry

 

Like a used teabag

After done drinking,

The fatigue of a dying relation

Places one’s mood in neutral position,

It’s done,

time to discover some novel fun.

You may add water to have another sip,

Yet, the taste is far less deep.

“knock, knock,”

“Who’s there?”

“Scott.”

“Scott who?”

“Someone new.”

“Archoo!!!!  ;) ”                         

 

Friday Flash 55

Magpie Tales

 One Single Impression        

 Sunday Scribbling

Six Word Saturday  (Happy mother’s Day, You All Rock!)