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May 7, 2016
Cupcake by Shawn Jackson
Shawn Jackson read his poem "Cupcake" on Saturday, April 23rd at Cinema Paradiso. His poem had wit with an unexpected twist so I asked him a couple questions:
1. Where were you when inspired?
1. Where were you when inspired?
My girlfriend bakes the best cakes and cupcakes ever. One day I was bored and in need of a topic to write about. I asked a friend to give me a topic and she said Cupcakes. I fully understood what she expected me to write but I wanted to create something that would be an unexpected surprise.2. I noticed the acrostic for 'Cupcake' , have you experimented with any other forms?
Other than a few Haiku's I'm just beginning to explore different styles of poetry.3. Which poets inspire you?
Henry W Longfellow, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Robert Frost, Jewel and countless slam poets.Here's Shawn Jackson's poem for you to enjoy:
April 29, 2016
Dialing for Wisdom
I had the pleasure of hosting a poetry reading this past Saturday and will be featuring some of the poets in the upcoming weeks.
The first poet is Mara Schlackman who was inspired to write the poem Dialing for Wisdom after a visit to the Broward Art Guild's gallery in 2015:
The first poet is Mara Schlackman who was inspired to write the poem Dialing for Wisdom after a visit to the Broward Art Guild's gallery in 2015:
April 9, 2016
Day 9: 2016 National Poetry Month
Why I Cry
So many tears I've cried yet I'm not done.
Not because it's election year and dirtySlings are part of the game. As people shunAnd shame and play guilty games for country.
So many tears still welled up inside meNot because people are so self-centeredThat they can't put the cellphone down evenWhen someone is right there helping.
We all think of our own needs and not of others.I'm no different with things I want to doAs I wished to see all the worldly offersInstead of spending some time to visit you.
So now I cry for all I can never sayAnd I wished you had lived even just one more day.
Copyright 2016 Suzzette Dawes
So many tears I've cried yet I'm not done.
Not because it's election year and dirtySlings are part of the game. As people shunAnd shame and play guilty games for country.
So many tears still welled up inside meNot because people are so self-centeredThat they can't put the cellphone down evenWhen someone is right there helping.
We all think of our own needs and not of others.I'm no different with things I want to doAs I wished to see all the worldly offersInstead of spending some time to visit you.
So now I cry for all I can never sayAnd I wished you had lived even just one more day.
Copyright 2016 Suzzette Dawes
April 1, 2016
April 1, 2016
April 1st is April's Fools Day, a day renown for pranks
A free pass in some workplaces although it is a work day,radio stations deejays have a field day And listeners delight in the prank.
It is also the beginning of National Poetry MonthAnd somewhere someone is writing yet another editorialDeclaring poetry is dead or why it matters.More bothersome to me is why April?
When tradition holds the first day for fools.A fool and is money may be easily partedBut are poets and their verse easily impartedTo the masses?
Copyright 2016 Suzzette Dawes
A free pass in some workplaces although it is a work day,radio stations deejays have a field day And listeners delight in the prank.
It is also the beginning of National Poetry MonthAnd somewhere someone is writing yet another editorialDeclaring poetry is dead or why it matters.More bothersome to me is why April?
When tradition holds the first day for fools.A fool and is money may be easily partedBut are poets and their verse easily impartedTo the masses?
Copyright 2016 Suzzette Dawes
March 27, 2016
NASA and Poetry
So NASA wants to send poetry from humans to the asteroid Bennu.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/nasa-will-send-your-art-into-space_us_56e73ce3e4b0b25c9183081b If there are inhabitants of Bennu be forewarned: before replying with beautiful art and poetry of your own and letting us know of your existence, our scientists will gather samples retrieved during the mission to "provide important clues of how our solar system formed and evolved" or more apropos is new place to colonize (we have history).
Here's a poem I wrote for our Venutians neighbors, Bennuites I will go write to send you that poem:
Venus is our planetary neighborWhich brings hope to learnOur history and our future.They found bright spotsIndicating flowing lava From active volcanoes.The terrains had less cratersThan Mars which also may have had waterRussian astronauts pierced the shroudAnd had a look.
Earth is our predatory neighborWhich brings us fear to learnThat they have pierced our veil -Our force field of sulfuric acid In the atmosphere and entered our terrain.Once they realized Venus sustains lifeWe'll expect the colonizationAnd destruction of our terrain,Our Venus.
Copyright 2016 Suzzette Dawes
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/nasa-will-send-your-art-into-space_us_56e73ce3e4b0b25c9183081b If there are inhabitants of Bennu be forewarned: before replying with beautiful art and poetry of your own and letting us know of your existence, our scientists will gather samples retrieved during the mission to "provide important clues of how our solar system formed and evolved" or more apropos is new place to colonize (we have history).
Here's a poem I wrote for our Venutians neighbors, Bennuites I will go write to send you that poem:
Venus is our planetary neighborWhich brings hope to learnOur history and our future.They found bright spotsIndicating flowing lava From active volcanoes.The terrains had less cratersThan Mars which also may have had waterRussian astronauts pierced the shroudAnd had a look.
Earth is our predatory neighborWhich brings us fear to learnThat they have pierced our veil -Our force field of sulfuric acid In the atmosphere and entered our terrain.Once they realized Venus sustains lifeWe'll expect the colonizationAnd destruction of our terrain,Our Venus.
Copyright 2016 Suzzette Dawes
March 19, 2016
Tallahassee II
Last weekend I went to Tallahassee
The black top, shrubbery and treesWas all I saw for miles and milesUntil just after turnpike and before I-10, red leaves
Either green or stark branches for miles and milesInterspersed among the green were red treesI didn't know the type of tree but appreciated the beautyUnlike my mom misunderstanding of my cousin's sexuality
She's still my cousin, she's still my mother's niece I couldn't understand the questions my mother was asking meHer concern seems misplaced of my well-beingI've travelled much further and have been away longer without a peep
It made me shake my head in disbeliefThat she thought what she thoughtAnd the impact that it would have on meMy mother and her strange theories about her niece
Tallahassee I've wanted to visit but also visit my younger cousinWho's busy and involved with events in her community.We remembered the times when I took her and her brother to watch Toy StoryWe made new memories visiting the capital and a night of karaoke.
Copyright (c) 2016 Suzzette Dawes
The black top, shrubbery and treesWas all I saw for miles and milesUntil just after turnpike and before I-10, red leaves
Either green or stark branches for miles and milesInterspersed among the green were red treesI didn't know the type of tree but appreciated the beautyUnlike my mom misunderstanding of my cousin's sexuality
She's still my cousin, she's still my mother's niece I couldn't understand the questions my mother was asking meHer concern seems misplaced of my well-beingI've travelled much further and have been away longer without a peep
It made me shake my head in disbeliefThat she thought what she thoughtAnd the impact that it would have on meMy mother and her strange theories about her niece
Tallahassee I've wanted to visit but also visit my younger cousinWho's busy and involved with events in her community.We remembered the times when I took her and her brother to watch Toy StoryWe made new memories visiting the capital and a night of karaoke.
Copyright (c) 2016 Suzzette Dawes
March 13, 2016
Tallahassee
Red contrasted against the green and grayLeaves of trees which endured a long Florida Winter(With cold fronts even in March)Broke the monotony of the driveAs it has looked the same since I reached Ft PierceLeaving behind the palm lined highways of South Florida.
The stark contrast of trees between the north and southAlways seems to amaze meMore amazing are the treasures revealed When Beth gives her tour of Tallahassee I'm also amazed that more tourists don't visit Florida's capitalWith its free entrance to museums with unique exhibits.
Museums like the Knotts House where Luella personified her VictorianFurniture with sweet little verses that her guests then and now can readTour the mysteries of the House That Rhymes as inhabitants lived in a time gone by.
Driving through the two major schoolsAnd listening to Beth narrate the historyThen I visited the next day, the Capitol building and all its historical displaysAnd the faces of the men and women that made this State great
Staring down from the walls of the old Capitol's hallsThere was so much more to see:Museum of Fine Arts, Natural History and Riley House For another visit to Tallahassee.
March 5, 2016
Homework devoured my schedule
In case you were wondering why I hadn't written in a while. I went back to school in January to learn programming. I had made up a schedule where I would find a monthly theme and write weekly on that theme (Plus go to classes, do homework and work). I kept up with all that in January. Then comes February and introductions are over: the homework got more intense. I do want to do well so I am spending a lot of time at the computer lab (did I mention I was also having signal issues at home?). Well I really want to keep writing so I am modifying my goal and doing away with themes. Just write!
Until next week, here's a poem:
Until next week, here's a poem:
February 5, 2016
February
February is here. Groundhog Day, Super Bowl, Grammys and the Oscars. What's your superstition for more/less winter, team, performing artists/song and actor/director/film?
I guess the greater question is why are we superstitious? It's not just sport fans who may wear lucky underwear but even job seekers may want to bring the luck before an interview by only taking right turns on route to the interview.
Psychology Today states: "We may not even be fully aware of the many little rules that we follow in order to ensure that life goes the way we want it to." (https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/...)
What little things do you do to ensure life goes your way?
In the meantime, here's a poem about being down on luck and hoping for better days:
I guess the greater question is why are we superstitious? It's not just sport fans who may wear lucky underwear but even job seekers may want to bring the luck before an interview by only taking right turns on route to the interview.
Psychology Today states: "We may not even be fully aware of the many little rules that we follow in order to ensure that life goes the way we want it to." (https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/...)
What little things do you do to ensure life goes your way?
In the meantime, here's a poem about being down on luck and hoping for better days:
January 24, 2016
January: The Month of the Count
The month of the count is coming to a close. What do you mean? I don’t make sense? This is the month that we make resolutions for the rest of the New Year and the month that we look back at the top/worst lists of the previous years so this is the month of the count. Writing about lists (things we count up or down) has not been the easiest tasks although I tend to run lists of things in my head. One of my favorite is playlists. I like to create playlists on my devices. On YouTube, I have a playlist called “Red”:Let’s Dance – Davie BowieLady in Red – Chris DeBurghRed Red Wine - UB40Holding Back The Years – Simply RedRoxanne – The PoliceRed Light Special – TLCRedneck Woman – Gretchen Wilson
and I wish to add more songs:Little Red Corvette – Prince (blocked on YouTube)
What songs do you suggest?
In the meantime, here’s a poem about being in the heat (on a cold day in South Florida) and being in the red:
and I wish to add more songs:Little Red Corvette – Prince (blocked on YouTube)
What songs do you suggest?
In the meantime, here’s a poem about being in the heat (on a cold day in South Florida) and being in the red:
