Three Days, Three Quotes – Day 2

Thank you Book Monkey for nominating me for the 3 days, 3 quotes challenge! Love this blog challenge thing.

The Rules;
– Thank the blogger who nominated you
– Post 3 quotes over the course of 3 days
– Nominate three other bloggers (scroll down to see nominations)

Here’s the Quote:

“Forever is composed of nows”
-Emily Dickenson, American Poet

 

I nominate:

Pouringmyartout
because he is funny and his quote will be interesting
and
JasonRDavis
because his quote will be horrorific
and
my friend B.C.Kowalski
because you need to read his SciFi book.

 

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Three Days, Three Quotes – Day 1

Thank you Book Monkey for nominating me for the 3 days, 3 quotes challenge! Love this blog challenge thing.

The Rules;
– Thank the blogger who nominated you
– Post 3 quotes over the course of 3 days
– Nominate three other bloggers (scroll down to see nominations)

Here’s the Quote:

“A man like you makes people afraid and that’s dangerous.” “It’s what people know about themselves inside that makes them afraid. “

-from movie High Plains Drifter. Hotel owner’s wife speaking to Clint Eastwood’s character.

I nominate:

Pouringmyartout
because he is funny and his quote will be interesting
and
JasonRDavis
because his quote will be horrorific
and
my friend B.C.Kowalski
because you need to read his SciFi book.

 

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Vikings Mission to Mars

Last day of 2018 Na/GloPoWriMo (poetry writing month). What a great poem to end on as I start my exploration of a full-time career in Poetry. Help give me a good start by spreading the word about my custom poetry offerings or hire me to teach a poetry class in-person or online. Wish me luck and enjoy the poem!

P.S. For fans of last year’s “Stamp Collection” poetry book, this year’s stamp-poems (plus several exclusive stamp-poems) will come out this summer in my “Stamp Collection II” book. Look for it on my Amazon Author page or linked on this blog.  Thank you so much for following along all month. Virtual hug.


Vikings Mission to Mars

If the Vikings went to Mars
in a long boat
provisioned with wild apples
and battled axes,
they would conquer
those little green men
and build a great hall.
Odin, the poet-god,
would settle into
his new Valhalla
with Eric the Red
on the red planet.
Once again, Viking explorers
would lead the way
to new lands.

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Like the Power of Sunflower

A sweet, happy poem and a reminder that we have a choice in how we see the world and how we are in the world. Choose the way of the Sunflower my children.


Like the Power of Sunflower

Happy happy
Finding the sunny spot,
the optimistic slant.
Using your smile,
that free and easy smile,
to spread cheer,
to brighten your own mind
while brightening the day
of other minds.
Like a sunflower
make it your job to shine,
to be beautiful,
and grow seeds to share.

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Hail Photographers

Day 28 of Na/GloPoWriMo (poetry writing month).  It was natural for this stamp to evoke a stamp-poem paying tribute to photographers. I’d like to dedicate it to my photographer friends Brian Kowalski, Merv Cole, Matt Koenig, Dave Kallaway, Adrienne Haas, Jennifer Meyer and photographers everywhere. Enjoy the poem and thank a photog.


Hail Photographers

Pop of the flash
Crank of the film
Smiling images captured.
Eye of the photographer
sees us as more beautiful,
casts us in a flattering light.

Photographer’s eye catches
the God light in still life,
a barn in sunrise glory,
ocean frozen at cresting wave,
jelly beans pouring into a dish
F-stopped in mid-air.

Photographer’s eye shows us
the world, faraway places,
shows us small, unnoticed places,
illuminates dark, deep places.
From the top of Mt. Everest
to the depths of the Juan de Fuca ridge
to pollen on bees knees,
the photographer takes us with him
so that we may witness,
through a photographer’s eye,
every nook of our plant and beyond.

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Paranoia of Societal Collapse

Complex poem evoked from a stamp of a complex man. A complex man who promoted simplicity.  One of my paranoia is that our population will outgrow our planet’s ability to feed and water us. Is our current battle for attention and power a tell-tail or just normal human nature that repeats throughout history. This poem predicts societal collapse and heeds Thoreau’s environmental advice. Feel free to comment with your transcendentalist wonderings.


Paranoia of Societal Collapse

Thoreau
One of the great thinkers,
writers, wonderers, nature lovers.
Thoreau a timeless voice of whoa.
In his wandering wordy style
he became the father of environmentalism,
simple living,
and promoter of less government, honest government.

In our world of stuff, of more,
of busy, of image, of jockeying for attention,
Thoreau’s message of simplicity, of nature
is a light on the horizon
for a time is coming
when progress will collapse,
when resources no longer support swollen populations.
The slate will wipe back
by boom and bust,
bust us back to the old ways,
the ways of living simply with the land.

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Sleep Owl Sleep

Can you tell I didn’t sleep well last night? Worrying about things I can’t control. Yesterday walking into work, I, indeed, heard an owl calling in broad day light. He is working overtime this mating time of year. Maybe spring naturally tussles us all up as we wake up from winter and want spring to be more perfect than it can ever really be. Too much pondering. Best do something simple that I have control over like laundry.  Enjoy the stamp-poem.


Sleep Owl Sleep

The owl is grumpy
because he does not sleep.
Up all night hooting and hunting.
Even in the full morning light
yesterday, in town,
I heard him “hoot hoot”
calling for his girlfriend.
Settle down their Hoss.
Your super sensitive eyes, ears,
and quick mind
are always churning,
always worrying
But bottom line,
the world will never
run out of mice.

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