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New poems in the Workshop this month are three haiku (Lesson 6) and a poem in couplets (Lesson 15) by Jean Even. Why not send something along for the lessons you have not written for before? Click here for the workshop: Workshop
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anthology, send Judy $8.50 at this address: Judy Young, 6155
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deadline, we ordered a few copies more than we had orders for, but to get
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Remember that February 15 is the deadline
for our Winter Contest. As members of MSPS you can enter two poems
for the price of one entry. Details are given on the Winter Contest
page at the state web site. Click here..
THE MEMBERS' SHELF:
Here are books written by members of this chapter. New to the shelf this month is Gwen Eisenmann's Songs of the Monadnocks (West Plains: Elder Mountain Press, 1999), which is available for $11.42 (mailing included) from Gwen at 241 Hungry Hollow Road, Chestnut Ridge, NY 10977. Details on other books below are available here. Have you a book that belongs on this shelf?
...waking to bright sunshine
...experiencing the aroma, taste and feel
...watching their flying dance
...finding pink "Magic Lilies"
...breaking away from the routine
...returning to enjoy the antics
...being lulled into sleep at night
...slipping into another reality
Words weigh more today,
Weighty words falling
I love you.
THE DECLINE OF THE SISTERS
first conquered air, and from their iron devotion,
nigh a century at work, fought back
the devil and the world’s despair. Every hour,
matins to noontide, noontide back to night,
turn upon turn, their ongoing prayer bore
fruit on the stern marbles of the vestry floor.
Holy spinsters Bernice, Beatrice, Claire,
Agnes, and two generations more, shielded
the world, at least Cleveland and Bel Air,
in their vigil of constant prayer. That is,
until a novitiate, recruited for the cause,
defanged their labors with a prayerless pause:
One cold hour, comforted in woolen wear,
Sister Helen, at peace before her God,
awoke from a moment’s nod.
THE LURE OF BEACH OVENS
I watch the corpulent
A TWINKLE IN MY EYE
One dark day I walk in a mist of my tears.
Within me I see evil that lurks and sores that tear.
I see all the undesirable bundled in a bag--
The time has come to dispose of such things.
My journey takes me up a hill to a place of cruel hate
Where there's a man upon a beam, His head bowed low,
His blood running onto the ground. Then I feel
I cannot do this thing I need to do, this burden bear.
I deserve the pain He feels, but He takes my burden on.
My heart aches. Through my tears I hear Him say,
"Forgive her. She knows not what she does."
My tears mingle with His blood to form a stream.
It flows into a river. My heart, pulse, and blood
Jump in, merge, and mesh with the rhythm's flow.
Out of the River of Life I come into a garden fair.
I see within the center square a statue, white and pure.
Looking up to Him, I see the face, my face.
How cruel, I thought, my ugly face on art.
"Not so, my child," he says. "I formed you
Into who you are--a twinkle in your eye."
While I was dining in Simon B’s,
The incense of your habit joined my feast.
What if I had seasoned your burger in sneeze,
and acted like my world is naive?
II. so many blackbirds
III. early morning trip
IV. a blackbird
V. visitors . . .
VI. a blackbird dancing
VII. eye to eye
VIII. the ping of sleet
IX. Friday night football--
X. only a blackbird
XI. slower up the hill--
XII. early summer day--
XIII. today, I saw a silhouette
MAHONING VALLEY MEMORIES Valerie Esker
I remember summer breezes
The heat of each blast furnace
Death's hand fueled the furnace
WHITMAN'S VOODOO SAMPLER
In spring I hear the neighbors shout
In spring when bunnies hide in grass
They’re venting, arguing and such
IF TWO ROADS MERGED
FIXING A FLAT POEM
I jack the flat side up,
remove the wheel,
and plunge it in the tub to check
for bubbles of escaping air.
Next I plug the hole
This will fix it often,
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