Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Edibles: The chives' perspective

Tuesday, May 4, 2021

 
Photo by Wayne Pridemore

Chive Perspective
 
Grown beneath the sun,
holding the occasional rain drop,
surrounded on all sides by companions.
 
 
SNIP !
 
           --Emily of Hello Poetry

Photo by Wayne Pridemore



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Wayne's Wabbits do the bunny hop

Wednesday, April 21, 2021


Put your right foot forward
Put your left foot out
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop Hop Hop


Dance this new creation
It's the new sensation
Do the Bunny Hop
Hop Hop Hop


It was truly a new dance sensation back in 1954. A very simple and popular line dance with teenagers of the time. You could make the floor bounce if the crowd was in sync! My wabbits are still practicing.

-- Text and photos by Wayne Pridemore



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Photography: Poetry - Write on your heart...

Sunday, April 11, 2021

Photo by Wayne Pridemore
 
Write on your heart
that every day is the
best day in the year.

--Ralph Waldo Emerson


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April is National Poetry Writing Month

Friday, April 2, 2021

The Cup of Tea by Mary Cassat
From the NaPoWriMo  website
By Cynthia Sheridan

National Poetry Writing Month (also known as NaPoWriMo) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month.

Maureen Thorson, a poet and publisher, developed the project in 2003 using her on-line blog. 

She started by listing the participating poets and has continued to run the project in April of every year. 

Anyone can join the project; you need a website to post your work at NaPoWriMo. However, there are other ways to post- such as Facebook and Twitter.

The prompt for a dry run on March 31 was writing about a picture from NY Metropolitan Museum of Art (prompts are posted on NaPoWriMo website).




The Cup of Tea

Looking forward to that cup of tea

With a little visit, just you and me

Strictly girl talk and catching up.

No one around to interrupt

Heads together; hearts are too.

Dear old friends- just me and you.

--By Cynthia Sheridan



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Wayne's Wabbit thinks about spring in poetic terms

Saturday, March 27, 2021

Photo by Wayne Pridemore

The wabbit thought about spring and the summer to come.

Photo by Wayne Pridemore

Spring

Wondrously February withdraws to
warm March with a golden glow
from spring's shining sun sent
down to lead the way
for April's soothing showers
soon to bring fragrant flowers
and dance on May's blossoming bounty.

poem by Barbara R Johnson




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Photo:Poetry - Stopped in to Say Hello

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

Photo by Cynthia Sheridan


Stopped in because I care
It’s nice to know you’re there
And I really miss you so
just wanted to say hello

--Cynthia Sheridan




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Photo:Poem - Urban Stream

Friday, March 19, 2021

Photo by Vicki Westberg


Urban Stream

Combed by coho, groomed by grass
   her language is microsong
       high-pitched and fast.
     She teases the doodlebug, dragonfly, sticks.
   She flashes, splashes, sprays and spits.
       She jumps and bumps, dappled and dimpled,
           flirting, squirting, gurgling dribbles.

            Nibbling ripples of bubbles appear,
       as well as regular floods of tears.
Coyotes kiss this hide-n-seek creek
       and possums cross her
while you and I sleep.
       Sunbeams explode and moonbeams meander
directing airborne creatures to land there.
         Her earth hard host cradles the flow
     and leaves gifts of gravel
        above and below.

  At the end of her baptismal slide
       she climbs the rain cloud
for another ride.


Vicki Westberg  2011



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Photo and Poem: Chester the Crow

Tuesday, March 16, 2021

Photo by Wayne Pridemore


Chester the Crow

My name is Chester and you can see
That starts with CHE
So when CHEddar and CHEese arrive
I know that they are meant for me

Well Wayne was eating on his deck
He had his camera nigh
And when he had enough of lunch
He let his sandwich fly

And I of course was on the ground
To see what might come near
We CROWS invented "take aways"
I think that is pretty clear

So he just took another shot
To add top his big file
I have to say I am so proud
It really makes me smile

--Jean Monce Bryant


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Daffodil in the snow

Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Photo by Wayne Pridemore

When winter snows
lay cold and still
my heart forgets
the daffodil

Photo by Wayne Pridemore

Green leaves rise up
from frozen land
and straight and tall
in silence stand.

The Daffodil 
by Debbie Warnock



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Explore the Nature Poetry of Mary Oliver in this online class with Bob Stahl

Saturday, January 23, 2021

Celebrate the work of Mary Oliver, in a new online class offered by Continuing Education at Shoreline Community College. 

Join facilitator Bob Stahl and discuss the topics in Oliver's poetry such as presence, life, loss, grace, silence, and longing. Students will also be encouraged to write their own nature poetry! 

Experience the magic of Mary Oliver's heartfelt verse and connect with others in a fun and supportive environment. The book ‘Devotions’ by Mary Oliver is the course text and will be the touchstone of the discussion sessions.

Fee: $99
Dates: 2/3/2021 - 2/24/2021 (Wednesdays)
Time: 7-9 pm
Location: Online via Zoom

Click here to view the full details for this course and register today! Questions? Please email continuing-ed@shoreline.edu.



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National Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman: The Hill We Climb

Thursday, January 21, 2021

Amanda Gorman, poet
In a remarkable day, 1-20-2021, National Youth Poet Laureate Amanda Gorman and the poem she read at the inauguration of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris, is what captured the day.

The Hill We Climb

When day comes we ask ourselves, where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast, we’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace and the norms and notions of what just is, isn’t always justice. And yet the dawn is ours before we knew it, somehow we do it, somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished.

We, the successors of a country and a time where a skinny black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president only to find herself reciting for one. And, yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect, we are striving to forge a union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man.

So we lift our gazes not to what stands between us, but what stands before us. We close the divide because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside. We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another, we seek harm to none and harmony for all.

Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true: that even as we grieved, we grew, even as we hurt, we hoped, that even as we tired, we tried, that we’ll forever be tied together victorious, not because we will never again know defeat but because we will never again sow division.

Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree and no one should make them afraid. If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lie in the blade, but in in all of the bridges we’ve made.

That is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare it because being American is more than a pride we inherit, it’s the past we step into and how we repair it. We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it. That would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy, and this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can periodically be delayed, but it can never be permanently defeated.

In this truth, in this faith, we trust, for while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us, this is the era of just redemption we feared in its inception we did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves, so while once we asked how can we possibly prevail over catastrophe, now we assert how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us.

We will not march back to what was but move to what shall be, a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free, we will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation, our blunders become their burden. But one thing is certain: if we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy and change our children’s birthright.

So let us leave behind a country better than the one we were left, with every breath from my bronze, pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one, we will rise from the golden hills of the West, we will rise from the windswept Northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution, we will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states, we will rise from the sunbaked South, we will rebuild, reconcile, and recover in every known nook of our nation in every corner called our country our people diverse and beautiful will emerge battered and beautiful, when the day comes we step out of the shade aflame and unafraid, the new dawn blooms as we free it, for there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.



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Poetry: The Columbia River

Wednesday, January 6, 2021


The Columbia River 


Sculptured by the earth
polished by the sun,
it slithers, chugs and churns
its way to the ocean.

Teased by the wind
it shudders.
Brushed by the sun
it blushes sapphire and silica –
turquoise and jade, and
by the clouds, pewter.

This familiar presence,
whose coinage flows
through our fingers,
is only borrowed
from strange eons before
and strange eons to come.

A giant spirit
it speaks to the planets
with a pounding heart,
communes with stars
in the quiet of eternity,
and to anyone who listens
conveys, “I am.”

July 14, 2000
Vicki Westberg 



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Christmas orchid and poetry

Monday, December 21, 2020

Photo by Wayne Pridemore


Just as I wonder 
whether it's going to die, 
the orchid blossoms 

and I can't explain why it 
moves my heart, why such pleasure 

comes from one small bud 
on a long spindly stem

~ Sam Hamill, “The Orchid Flower”



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A sea of crimson caught my eye

Sunday, December 6, 2020

A bunch of bright red-orange poppies on long stems
Photo by Wayne Pridemore



A sea of crimson caught my eye

Of oriental splendor, out of place

Beneath the pastel of English sky


poem by Mary Spain




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Join the poets from poetry-in-the-parks on Wednesday in free webinar

Tuesday, December 1, 2020

Paramount Open Space photo courtesy
City of Shoreline
Free webinar this Wednesday December 2, 2020, 4-5 pm
, on the poetry project in Shoreline Parks in cooperation with Michigan Tech University.

Preregistration required through Direct Zoom webinar link: https://michigantech.zoom.us/webinar/register/WN_Qh6rpPpfSq6IEnxMHWpUDA.

"Voices in the Forest" is a poetry-in-the-parks project conceived of and curated by Shoreline Public Art Coordinator Dr. David Francis for visitors to urban parks and forests throughout the City of Shoreline. 

The poetry also lives online as text and audio in multiple languages. 

Join several of the poets (Raùl Sanchez, Hop Nguyen, and Prof. Anne Beffel) with Professor Carlos M. Amador for a livestreamed interview with the project curator and a reading of a group of poems seemingly about the same subject: a lone willow tree at the edge of a meadow [in Paramount Open Space] that each writer examined from their unique perspective. 

Their shared subject matter will allow us to compare and contrast our experiences, creative processes, and our resulting poems.

For more information, please see the project website at https://www.shorelinewa.gov/government/departments/parks-recreation-cultural-services/events-arts-and-culture/public-art-program/voices-in-the-forest

This event will stream via zoom webinar, register by clicking the "view/stream" button, or if you would like a more interactive viewing experience, the event will also stream on the Rozsa facebook page.



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Poetry and Prose Circle

Sunday, November 29, 2020

Poet Rose Ramm Gamble

Poetry and Prose Circle 
with Rose Ramm Gamble
Tuesday, December 1, 6:30-8:30pm 
For adults and teens

Register: https://kcls.bibliocommons.com/events/5f8225549aadc72f0056ac3f (If necessary copy the link and paste it into your browser)

Rose Ramm Gamble is a corn-fed Nebraska revolutionary. A veteran of the Midwest punk scene and wannabe mystic of Catholic heritage, her dogma descends mostly from The Beatles lyrics. 

When Rose stomps out her poetry, it's a shaman journey through social justice covens, parochial school studios, redneck trailer parks, therapy couches, mosh pits and briars of shiny black berries, ripe for the picking.

In the Poetry and Prose Feedback Circle, we will spark ideas using random or collected word lists as starting points for writing. Activities will include studying sample poetry, gathering word lists, and assembling word arrangements that provoke and unblock the flow of ideas.

We will have the option of sharing our workshop writing with the group, and we will also have an opportunity to receive feedback on this or another piece of writing that we bring. I

In collaboration with Redmond Association of Spokenword. Sponsored by the Friends of the Redmond Library.


Meeting ID: 834 4479 7592 Passcode: 372124



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Pandemic Poetry: Gettin’ Rid of Covid!

Saturday, November 14, 2020

Health vector created by freepik


Cynthia Sheridan challenges other creative people to write and submit pandemic poetry (Editor@ShorelineAreaNews.com)

Your Editor thinks this one should be set to music (I hear guitars and banjos).



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Photo:Poem The Hummingbird's Farewell

Sunday, September 27, 2020

Photo by Wayne Pridemore


The Hummingbird's Farewell 


Two little white blossoms
So stately and tall
The hummingbird there
Knows that now it is Fall


He's come there to tell them
He loves every one
And he will be happy
When Spring has begun


The days are quite gloomy
The rain has begun
All Nature is thirsty
HE's had QUITE A RUN


He's come there to thank them
For ALL that they give
Their Beauty and Sweetness
That helps Him to live


He's whispering to them
Before you depart
Just know that your Sweetness
Lives on in my heart


--jean monce bryant



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Big and bold and beautiful

Sunday, September 13, 2020




BIG and BOLD and BEAUTIFUL 
Indeed that is so true

It's plain to see that Buzzy Bee 
Can't get enough of YOU

Indeed you are MAGNIFICENT
So DAZZLING to the eye



And when the days turn Grey and Damp
I think that I WILL CRY

I'll want a view of YOU Boo Hoo
Next summer will have to do



grandma genie 

aka Jean Monce Bryant 

Photos by Wayne Pridemore



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Hummingbird ball

Friday, September 4, 2020

Photo by Wayne Pridemore



This flower's so lovely 

I wish I could wear it

To the Hummingbird Ball

Hope my bill doesn't tear it

It flows with such grace 

It is truly divine 

Hope my escort that night

Sees that it is SO FINE 


Jean Monce Bryant




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