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#poetryreading: Poets in the Blogosphere

Elizabeth Gauffreau

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The theme for National Poetry Month 2022 is There’s A Poem in This Place. Two places to find contemporary poetry at its most vibrant are in the blogging community and at live readings. On 23 April 2022 from 4-5:30 PM ET, the two places come together when a select group of poets from the blogosphere present a live reading of their poetry at Poets in the Blogosphere. Most poetry is meant to be read aloud, and hearing poe...

I Get Up in the Dark

I get up in the dark
And start
My day.
And when my sky grows dark
Some may say, “he left art,
Then his day
Closed in dark.”

Whilst Playing on My Most Favourite Banister

Whilst playing on my most favourite banister
I got intrigued by a talking canister.
When the clever thing spoke
And told me a joke,
I almost fell off poor Miss Banister!

My Experience of Organising a Poetry Reading in My Local Library

At 7 pm on Wednesday 30 March I read my poetry at the Upper Norwood Library Hub. In this post I will set out how the event progressed in the hope that my experience may assist others thinking of organising a poetry reading.

Firstly I would like to thank those who attended and helped to make the event happen, including everyone who assisted in promoting my poetry reading.

I advertised the event using this poster, which was displayed in the library and in a number of local businesses who kindly ...

Sugar Baby

She wants her nails done
And he, having a desire
To play with fire
Will pay for fun.

She will shop
Until she drops
And he will
Foot her bill.

Or, if he should drop,
Some other will pay
For her to shop.
That’s just the world’s way.

When a Most Obliging Young Lady Named Ria

When a most obliging young lady named Ria
Said, “I’ll do anything you like my dear!”,
And I said to Rose,
“Please, take off your clothes”,
She said, “my dear, my name isn’t Ria!”.

I Dreamed of Sinning

I dreamed of sinning
With beautiful young women,
And choice, and variety.
Now, in morning time
I rhyme
Of sobriety.

I Know a Young Lady Named Grub

I know a young lady named Grub
Who works in a working men’s club.
Being a very good lass
She ignored my crude pass
And she’s known for her good grub!

Announcement Concerning My Poetry

I have been giving some considerable thought as to how I can best promote my poetry and have come up with the novel and innovative idea of painting my poems on my chest and torso. This will, of course necessitate me walking around half dressed. However it will, I am sure prove to be an effective means of publicising my work.

My more serious verses will be painted on in dark colours, whilst my humorous poems will appear in brightly coloured paints complete with appropriate humorous drawings.

I ...

Winter’s Last Blast

Winter’s last blast
Sighs and dies
In a rhyme
Of passing springtime.