Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Celebrating National Poetry Month with a "Read A Poem Today" Infographic

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This must-have "Read A Poem Today" infographic,  brought to you by Tweetspeak is by Lyla Lindquist using Piktochart.

Earth-Song By Ralph Waldo Emerson

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" Earth-Song" 
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
  'Mine and yours;
    Mine, not yours.
    Earth endures;
    Stars abide--
    Shine down in the old sea;
    Old are the shores;
    But where are old men?
    I who have seen much,
    Such have I never seen.

    'The lawyer's deed
    Ran sure,
    In tail,
    To them, and to their heirs
    Who shall succeed,
    Without fail,

    'Here is the land,
    Shaggy with wood,
    With its old valley,
    Mound and flood.
    But the heritors?--

    Fled like the flood's foam.
    The lawyer, and the laws,
    And the kingdom,
    Clean swept herefrom.

    'They called me theirs,
    Who so controlled me;
    Yet every one
    Wished to stay, and is gone,
    How am I theirs,
    If they cannot hold me,
    But I hold them?'

    When I heard the Earth-song
    I was no longer brave;
    My avarice cooled
    Like lust in the chill of the grave.

We are featuring this poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson (May 25, 1803 – April 27, 1882) in observance of Earth Day.

* This poem is found in public domain.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

An Easter Poem by Emily Pauline Johnson

Emily Pauline Johnson
(March 10, 1861 - March 7, 1913)

by E. Pauline Johnson

April 1, 1888

    Lent gathers up her cloak of sombre shading
        In her reluctant hands.
    Her beauty heightens, fairest in its fading,
        As pensively she stands
    Awaiting Easter's benediction falling,
        Like silver stars at night,
    Before she can obey the summons calling
        Her to her upward flight,
    Awaiting Easter's wings that she must borrow
        Ere she can hope to fly -
    Those glorious wings that we shall see to-morrow
        Against the far, blue sky.
    Has not the purple of her vesture's lining
        Brought calm and rest to all?
    Has her dark robe had naught of golden shining
        Been naught but pleasure's pall?
    Who knows? Perhaps when to the world returning
        In youth's light joyousness,
    We'll wear some rarer jewels we found burning
        In Lent's black-bordered dress.
    So hand in hand with fitful March she lingers
        To beg the crowning grace
    Of lifting with her pure and holy fingers
        The veil from April's face.
    Sweet, rosy April - laughing, sighing, waiting
        Until the gateway swings,
    And she and Lent can kiss between the grating
        Of Easter's tissue wings.
    Too brief the bliss - the parting comes with sorrow.
        Good-bye dear Lent, good-bye!
    We'll watch your fading wings outlined to-morrow
        Against the far blue sky.

* This poem is found in public domain.

Emily Pauline Johnson, also known in Mohawk as Tekahionwake (March 10 1861 – March 7 1913), commonly known as E. Pauline Johnson or just Pauline Johnson, was a Canadian writer and performer popular in the late 19th century. Her father was a Mohawk chief of mixed ancestry, and her mother an English immigrant. She was notable for her poems and performances that celebrated her First Nations heritage. Johnson's poetry was published in Canada, the United States and in Great Britain. She was one of a generation of widely read writers, who began to define Canadian literature.


Friday, April 18, 2014

Love of Poetry

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Poetry is love
Love is poetry

Actively engaging in a love affair with poetry during National Poetry Month and National Poetry Writing Month!

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Poetry to celebrate International Guitar Month

Lead Guitarist

The Guitar Man
By Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley

Sat on the roof  of the old quarry shack,
The stars were as clear as can be,
An acoustic guitar was strapped to his back,
And a trembling was stirring in me,

Slowly he started, a slow rythmic thread,
A tingling, all down my spine,
Guitar man, once performed by Bread,
Was erupting from this man of mine,

A more beautiful moment I cannot recal,
The tones, like a drug, soaking in,
I e to my left, he's so handsome, so tall,
Feel euphoria slowly creeping,

By the end of the song, The stars up above,
Were shooting all over the sky,
That was the moment that I fell in love,
A most incredible, drug free high.

In celebration of International Guitar Month, here is a poem that was posted on poetrysoup.com called "The Guitar Man" by Carolyne Lloyd-Hartley. You can literally feel the emotion and excitement this poem portrays as the poet connects us to this stringed instrument. 

International Guitar Month is sponsored by the Guitar & Accessories Marketing Association (GAMA) and the National Association of Music Merchants (NAMM). Since 1987 it continues to be celebrated during the month of April.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

The Color of Poetry

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We are midway through National Poetry Month and can't lose momentum with our poetry crusades now. Whether you are writing a poem a day, participating in poetry readings, festivals, slam poetry, poetry discussions or book signings, the revival of poetry must remain a thriving and strong cultural presence throughout our literary channels.

Just as poets come in every shape, size, color, gender and economic level, poetry takes on the same exciting and profound characteristics. Poetry is the art of learning, creating and developing. Different poetic expressions add a special flavor to your poetry compositions. By diversifying the way you apply various poetic applications to your compositions, you open your mind to a new world of poetry colorizations!

Happy National Poetry Month!