Skip to main content

Posts

Showing posts from 2016

Poetry About Everyday Matters

Came across this poem today while reading, The Everyday Poet- Poems to Live By Edited by Deborah Alma. All of us have things in our lives that remain incomplete, unfinished, that we just don't quite seem to get around too. These become our 'one day' things. We attach the best intentions to these things, but they just slip by. I think the poet, Jann Kaplinski captures the very essence of this aspect of the human condition. We all have things we just never quite get around to doing. Some happen on a daily basis, while others seem to get deferred somewhat longer. I find it most gratifying when poets write about those small moments in life and elevate them in ways that make them worthy of the reader's attention. Enjoy...
THE WASHING NEVER GETS DONE . . . The washing never gets done. The furnace never gets heated. Books never get read.
Life is never completed. Life is like a ball which one must continually catch and hit so that it won't fall. When the fence is repaired at one e…

Poetry Friday -Live Stupid, Die Dumb

Sometimes a poet feels the need to raise a voice, make a statement, or a stand. Sometimes the events of the world prompt and provoke a response.
In 2016, the world has experienced a lot of social and political uncertainty. Think about the US election of Donald Trump as President, the Brexit movement in the United Kingdom, the growth of fake news stories and the emboldened stance of xenophobes and racists in many countries. 
It is with such matters in mind that I am writing today. In a world where shallow news reporting is increasingly relied upon, it is important to be an educated consumer of information. Social media displays both positive and negative attributes.We must afford it due diligence, use it wisely.  We must be willing to learn, grow and reflect. We must learn to filter information and question sources. Blind acceptance is dangerous.
Is my poem a rant?  Am I taking a stance? You decide, dear reader. We write for different purposes. 


Live Stupid, Die Dumb

I hold no desire To live …

Places and Poetry

PLACES andPOETRY


A discussion over dinner with friends landed on the topic of visiting Venice. All present had been fortunate to visit this unique city in Northern Italy at least once.

A few days later still mulling over my memories of Venice, I recalled sitting in Campo Santa Margherita and observing the scene across the piazza that morning.




The poet within heard the call and my notebook collected these words.

Poetry among other things is about recalling memories.

Italian Cafe Scene

I sit here
Outside a Venetian cafe
The chairs face the piazza
European style
Slowly sipping an overpriced cappuccino 
The faces of people passing reveal secrets
My gaze shifts to ancient buildings
bordering the square
I imagine the view from windows and balconies
Sitting here
Outside a Venetian cafe
The snakes in my head
And the mad cats clawing the inside of my belly
Vanish
Overwhelmed by the allure of tranquility
And the beauty
Of this morning

VIDEO- I Bet There's No Broccoli On The Moon

Welcome young poets! Here for your information and entertainment is a short video about my brand new poetry book, I Bet There's No Broccoli On The Moon. Just click on the link below and it will take you directly to the poetry zone!

 A short video about my latest POETRY BOOK!





My New Poetry Book- I Bet There's No Broccoli On The Moon

BOOK RELEASE YEAH!


I am so pleased to announce the release of my new poetry book, I Bet There's No Broccoli On The Moon -More Poetry From the Search Zone.
This anthology of poems follows on from my first collection of poems, the successful,  Searching For Hen's Teeth.


You can order my book on line or simply walk into your local bookstore and ask the kind person serving you to order it in for you. Either way, I hope you enjoy it and the words reach your poet's heart.

Here is a taste, a morsel to whet your appetite for more poetry. Hope you like it. Hope you want more...



YESTERDAY
Yesterday, I knew who my enemies were. I knew where they lived. I knew not to go there. Yesterday, I knew where to play on the school ground And that football was my favourite game in the whole wide world. Yesterday, I knew how disgusting it was to eat sheep brains And broccoli. And oysters. Yesterday, I could fly a kite, Keep a secret, And swing from the clothesline. The world felt settled. Then Laura Fisher spoke to m…

Listening To The Sounds Of Poetry

Sounds Like Poetry


I love the sound of poetry. As a poet I consciously play with sounds. As well as reading poetry with our eyes, we must read it with our ears. In other words, listen to the sound the words create. Sounds of words and sounds within words attract my attention when I am writing a poem. I repeat sounds in the hope of  attracting the ear of my readers. I want the sounds I have selected to be noticed and noted. The reader's mind is the destination for my sound bytes.

I may repeat a consonant at the beginning of certain words to create ALLITERATION. In this extract from 'Simply A Walk In the Park, I wrote  the line containing several words beginning with the consonant 'b.':

 A large wooly dog barks boldly at the butterflies

In  the poem Jeffrey the Jellyfish' I have used lots of alliterative combinations.

Jeffrey was a jellyfish
A rather jolly jellyfish
He floated freely in the sea
Bobbing and bouncing happily

Here is another example from 'Monday, Monday, Not…

When Poets Use Allusion

Poets Use ALLUSION A poet uses allusion when the words in a poem they have written make a clear connection to another poem or story. The poet may use this device to honour the earlier piece, or it may be used in order to create a humourous effect.
In the poem posted below, 'Homework Haunts Hamlet', I have quite deliberately employed allusion.  I have linked the vexing issue of homework to the famous soliloquy (spoken monologue from a play) from William Shakespeare's play, Hamlet. I am attempting to inject a touch of humour into an otherwise concerning matter. 
'Homework Haunts Hamlet' appears in my latest book, I Bet There's No Broccoli On The Moon, which is due for release very soon!
Homework Haunts Hamlet
To do or not to do? That is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler on the mind To suffer the slings and arrows of outraged parents and teachers And engage willingly in work avoidance, To look away from homework And towards fun and merriment.
To do or not to do? That is the qu…

Safety Pin Poem

Poets not only write poetry, they also read poetry. In order to be able to write poetry, one must read it. Lots of poetry in fact. 

I want to share a short little poem by Valerie Worth. I bought Valerie's book, All The Small Poems And Fourteen More, when I was living and working in New York some time back. It remains a personal favourite. 

I love the way the poet shines a special light on everyday objects, transforming them into something unique and worthy of attention. Her close observations elevate her poems into the special category. 

Each poem in the collection celebrates earthly wonders. From eggs to garbage, from potatoes to pockets, each object is given special attention in the form of short poems employing keen observations. Valerie Worth demonstrates through her poems she totally understands the saying-'ideas exist in things.'

The poem I have chosen to share with you (one of my personal favourites) is titled, 'Safety Pin'.


Safety Pin
Closed, it sleeps On its side

A Poem Is Brewing

I love it when the words come calling. What a buzz. This poem is about those thoughts and ideas that rock'n' roll around in the brain before the words splash out onto the page.

 I found myself absorbed with rehearsing my words for over a week before I was actually able to share the words with my notebook. They entertained me. They challenged me. They puzzled me. In the end they made me feel poetically pleased.

I have reworked the words here. This poem is essentially about the birth of a poem.




Poembrew
A poem is brewing in my brain. In the far reaches of thought and contemplation Words assemble in ones and twos Clusters and battalions. Sweet lines with potent phrasing Float on the horizon of possibility Inviting attention. A poem is brewing in my brain Words clang, collide and collude Jostling for best position. A song of composition Rises gradually across days and nights Bringing with it rhyme and reason As the focus sharpens. A poem is brewing in my brain It pops and sparks and sizzles. I have w…

Wintery Words Poem In Spring

It is meant to be spring, but it still feels like winter! Winter refuses to leave. A lingering season, grinning at our discomfort. Hence, this little poem. Brrr...

Chilly Winds Out There
Winter grins
Chilly winds
Teeth are all a'chatter
Rug up tight
Fading light
Falling leaves
All scatter.
Winter grins
Chilly winds
Icy gales blow
Step around
Muddy ground
Everywhere I go.
Winter grins
Chilly winds
Clouds gather in a cluster
Lightning flashes
Thunder crashes
Tis' a menacing southerly buster.
Winter grins
Chilly winds
Race to beat the storm
Shut the door
Against the roar
Inside, safe and warm.

Fun With Word Pattern Poetry

Poets sometimes like to play around with structure and shape. And because it is #Poetry Friday, I decided to play around with some poetry structures. It was at this point I found myself aware of poetry's connection to mathematics. I began to think of a structure involving a word pattern that went:
First line -3 words Second line- 2 words Third line - 1 word Fourth line -1 word Fifth line - 2 words Sixth line - 3 words
So the pattern went like this: 3,2,1,1,2,3. The poem is dependent on word count per line, not syllables.
I'm really not sure what to call this poetic structure. Maybe, I could call them Flip Poems. If anybody has used this structure before and knows exactly what it is called, kindly let me know. My research has so far not turned up anything to suggest these poems have a given name.
Here are a couple of examples from my notebook.
In the morning Magpies carol Joyfully This Daily birdsong Warms my heart












The cruel wind Complains noisily Whoosh
Push Howling, screaming Blow hard, bully



When Smells Inspire Poets- Sandra's Lunch

Sometimes a poet can be inspired by a smell, an aroma. That smell can be sweet and cloying or it can be putrefying and decaying, like stinky shoes. The poet may have a nose attuned to noticing particular smells. Our senses are a wonderful thing to call upon when writing.
This poem is dedicated to all those stinkers who think it's cool to torture our nostrils with their foul smelling fishies in tins. If it smells that bad, surely it doesn't deserve to be eaten.
SANDRA'S LUNCH
Just what lurks in Sandra's lunch? Munch and crunch! Munch and crunch! Just what lurks in Sandra's lunch? Do you want to know? I think I have certain hunch Just what lurks in Sandra's lunch I think I have a certain hunch Do you want to know? Well, yesterday was curried egg Curried egg Curried egg Yesterday was curried egg The day before salami The things you find in Sandra's lunch Are enough to drive you barmy! One day, her lunch I tell you true Was something green and runny too ... Something green and runn…

Poetry From The Search Zone - Reading Sneaker Look

Sneaker Look Poem
Today, I decided to read a poem. It's one I prepared a little earlier.

I share with you a poem from Seaching For Hen's Teeth- Poetry From The Search Zone. 

It's a poem about an old pair of sneakers...