Thursday, July 22, 2010

Pregnant With Poems


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Photo by Katy Brown



AFTERNOON WITH THE ALBINO
—Katy Brown, Davis

My,
he said,
what blue eyes
you have. We could
make violet-eyed
little pearl swamp-creatures. . . .
just join me on my rock, here . . . .

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CHOICES
—Carl Bernard Schwartz, Sacramento

Choice Words

Here
and there
an orchid
blooms yet unscathed
by the wintry freeze,
rewarding the long and
senseless trek through words that don’t
appease.


Not My Choice

I am a lot poorer
than Simple Simon,
all the creditors say I owe ‘em.
But the ladder to wealth
is not my choice to climb on:
I am pregnant now with a poem.


Your Choice

Some poets it would seem,
disfavor a rhyming scheme,
as if that
empowers them to say more.

So they take a vacation
from the Bard’s alliteration.
But with free verse
you get what you pay for.

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URBAN SOLACE XVI
—Mitz Sackman, Murphys

He
Walks down
Along streets
Glances through windows
All those things, no funds
Heading home he felt sad
Never enough money to play
Always alone with discontent
Up the street nearing the parental home
He smells pie baking; life is not so bad.

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THE ULTIMATE ROSE
—Patricia A. Pashby, Sacramento

she
follows
the worn path,
her gnarled fingers
caressing the buds
of delicate heirlooms,
bright fragrant floribundas,
clusters of vintage hybrid teas—
living years beyond expectations
both hug, rose petal touching sunken cheek.

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MEDITATION 101
—Patricia A. Pashby

wherever you may go, there you are
so leave your shoes outside the door
and take the path to your heart.
Live life in the moment,
refine mindlessness,
take a deep breath,
close your eyes,
be still,
Om . . .

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Today's LittleNip:

To know that you know, and to know that you don't know—that is real wisdom.

—Confucius

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—Medusa (with thanks to today's spunky contributors and their polyglot of themes-and-variations on the humble etheree/nonet/"octeree"—or, in Katy's case, a "septeree"...)



Sue McElligott, Nevada City
in her first poetry reading,
Six Ft. Swells Press anthology release,
July, 2010, Grass Valley
(Sue is Ann Menebroker's daughter)