Cyber Beatnick's Poetry Blog

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Nothing Poetic to Say to You

You approach, hungry, seeking, desiring. I catch sight of you, toss my head, roll my eyes and snort. You take another step towards me, your hand outstretched; heart aching. I violently wave you away with my hand and turn my back to you. You sit down next to me, placing your hand sincerely on my... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Inner Child

I touched it as it lay there, shuddering like the abandoned fetus born of a corpse. I summoned it to rise from the frozen ashes of a fire that had burned in ages past but it was winter. I mourned for it as I slowly turned to walk away, an immense sob rising from deep within me. As I turned,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 27, 2010

On Being an 'Old' College Student

It’s like being a kid all over again but not being able to get your body to keep up with your mind. Like finding your way around in an unfamiliar place but one you’ve been in before, so you know the way better now. Like being a third thumb yet having an extra hand attached. It’s like feeling that... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Shakespeare, whats good for the goose is good for the gander

The exercise required the reading of Shakespeare’s “My Mistress’ Eyes are Nothing Like the Sun” and the composition of a “response from the mistress” sonnet – in 15 minutes. For your enjoyment, first I give you Shakespear’s masterpiece and finally, my response. My Mistress’ Eyes are Nothing Like the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, November 26, 2010

The Sound of Poets Cooking - an experience and a poem shared

Recently I had an assignment that included going to a poetry reading and reporting back to the class about it. There were poetry readings coming up on campus but none of them interested me, so I began to look around to see what might be going on in my area or nearby. So it was that I discovered an... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

On a hill one afternoon a pair of older women sit ogling a group of young men who are playing softball and make comments about them to each other. This is the scene portrayed in Joan Murray’s poem “Play-by-Play. The images conjured and questions raised in this work present an opportunity for even... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Writer, Poet and Formidable Force in the Modern Art Movement

During the early years of the 20 th century, the winds of change were blowing on the art scene in Europe and its effects rippled outward in all directions. A major catalyst in the proliferation of this movement was Gertrude Stein. Born Feb 3, 1874 in Allegheny Pennsylvania, she was the fifth and... Sign in to see full entry.

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