Sunday, December 23, 2012

Winter Solstice Eve By Tu Fu: Translated By Red Pine




Heaven's times and man's affairs hurry us along
on winter solstice yang appears and spring returns,
to silk embroideries a thread is added
out of long flutes reed ashes fly
the shore wait for New Year to set willows free
the hills battle cold to liberate plum trees
the shapes of clouds are the Same as back home
I tell my son to finish his drink.





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Thursday, December 6, 2012

Thus By Donald Justice

As for the key, we know it must be minor.
B minor, then, as having passed for noble
On one or two occasions. As for the theme,
There being but the one, with variations,
Let it be spoken outright by the oboe
Without apology of any string,
But as a man speaks, openly, his heart
among old friends, let this be spoken.
Thus.
.
The major resolution of the minor,
Johann's great signature, would be too noble.
It would do certain violence to our theme.
Therefore see to it that the variations
keep faith with the plain statement of the oboe.
Entering quietly, let each charstened string
Repeat the lesson she must get by heart,
And without over much adornment.
Thus.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Our Ride Among The Stars By Shirley Kobar

Divine One
We live and breathe
Your great goodness.
Bless us
with your healing spirit.
.
Let it rest among us,
So that we may see
with restored vision
ourselves,
The gift of life,
and our ride among the stars.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Single Old woman At The Bus Stop

Always surrounded by powerful men,
Yet singles determined, and sad,
She stares at the crowds, sane or insane,
Her baroque cane traces figure eight down mad!
.
Heavy mind on thin ice,
Her wrinkles curl like eggshells,
Hope lingers in her smiles, silent voice,
Blue memories, in a blue moon spells.
.
Sharp stop, greyhound bus door opens,
she stands up, step forward,
Her hair grey, showing odds in her age, odd omens,
Her eyes blink like wings of moths, lightness look backward.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Periphery By Kay Ryan

Unlike igneous
crystal-studded
porphyry, famous
since the Egyptian
basin business,
periphery is no
one substance,
but the edges
of anything.
Fountains, for instance,
have a periphery
at some distance
from the spray.
On nice days
idle people circle
all the way around
the central spout.
They do not get wet.
They do not get hot.
If they bring a bottle,
They get kicked out, but
generally things are mild
and tolerant at peripheries.
People bring bread the
Pigeons eat greedily.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Eclipse

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Squint between neon signs,
you see a wild unicorn
with orange breath, no fans,
you war hoop pass the sky, soul torn.
.
stars tango with white heels,
Earth carrying their dream wheels,
The universe party under big round moon,
While you breastfeed your child
with a motherly song.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Muses From Public Libraries




Greenburgh Public Library



Public library,
Books, video tape, old and new,
available now.
.
Catalogs, programs,
Magazines, newspapers, and
help desks, quality.
.
Check in out, returns,
Fiction, non-fiction, children,
Adult, young adult.
.
Teens, or Juveniles,
Mid-summer Reading programs,
abundant resources.


Hildreth PL

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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Hope By Bonnie A. Lynch




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Darker than a mid-
night hour,
Darker than a father's
scowl,
Night sat upon his
haunches,
Here is a tear and there's
a tear-a
Fluttering leaf falls
down,
Waiting, Always waiting-
and hope makes
the difference.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Sunbrellas and Chrysanthemums (Haiku, Wordle, Poetry, and mini Fiction Prompts)



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Umbrellas are good on bad weathered days,
I recall my sunbrella in my childhood
memory, which protects me from being
tanned by the baking sun in summer,
when thunder storms come,
excuses to hide indoors behind
shrouded shadows become a dream,
Free movies at village are
kind of magic to my brisk
and fond past, which shifts my mood
and makes it possible for me to
inherit my own light,
become detached from miserable frustration.
Now, a world apart,
No more urge to go deeper,
to mine the nonsenses,
Standing tall, holding my pen firmly,
I apply words to kill time
and mirror the world apart,
it's like a kind of magic
when life becomes a journey
with ever changing events...




Watch events unfold,
Use umbrella to shroud
faults, you can still win.

Carpe Diem Chrysanthemums

Painting fall with love,
hot Chrysanthemums,
dance in poetic feet.


Saturday, October 6, 2012

ODE To My Pen

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Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)


Colorful
  Liquid
    Gel
      G-2 07
        Pilot
          Cooperative
            School
              Smart
                Pretty
                  Active
                     And
                         Eager

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

ABc Wednesday: L IS 4 Last or Lasting Love of Farm and Nature....Prayers for Sabrina MccColl!



 Thanks to hyde park poetry for awarding me this award, i wish to honor another poet of high talent named Salt Gate by David Saltaire , best wishes, keep writing profound poetry!



 

Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams




There is some shivering cold
at this October day,
After sizzling rain yesterday,
Today I'm glad to see a good forecast,
We've called TNT Lawn mowers to stop coming,
We have changed our shorts or skirts
into long pants or Jeans,
We're planning for Thanksgiving trip
on west coast and more...
.
Watermelon has become less welcome
while Asian pears, Naval oranges,
Southern peaches are turning our appetite on,
a weekend drive to locale orchard,
picking golden delicious ones by hand
and fill the pail with harvest of autumn,
what fulfilling experience!
love to hear the munching sound
and swallow a spoonful apple pie from Oven,
.
Night time is stretched hours longer,
glad to be able to feel comfortable
and curl inside the quilt like a ball
and dream, dream of the blooms of queen flower peony,
and the worry free childhood fancies...
October at last, time to pen down the sweetest past…
To be continued…..

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