POETRY by poetjpb

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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

WHICH BLOGGER CAN TELL ME WHAT THIS IS A PICTURE OF?

DON'T think I should have ended a sentence with, "of." Oh well, I took this pic in my backyard--well when I used to have a backyard in the burbs. Now I have a yardless condo. Anyway, what do you think this is? Write a short poem about it. Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

ARE YOU A WOMAN OF POWER?

VOICE It's always about the power It's the thing The thing I return to Once and again How to get it How to use it Not abuse it Power Female Woman Liberating not liberation Moving not movement Growing Yearning Selfless, selfish Self less.? Less of self Sel fish? Sell a fish? Fish, fish Fished out... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 22, 2005

WHAT DO YOU NEED TO SUSTAIN YOU???

I drink in the ocean mist with a sip of steamy tea. I soak it in and stow it to sustain me later when I will need it most Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

red painted toes...

QUIET POEM I miss the magic of quiet, smelling piney branches-- breathing it in, the crackle of the leaves -- feeling it, your laughter, hearing it, languishing bath, the water, warm and high over red painted toes. Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 12, 2005

WOOD ART

A POEM FOR MY NEPHEW, FOR KEVIN BURRUS, A DEDICATED YOUNG ARTIST AND A HECK OF A NICE GUY. HE CREATES BEAUTIFUL ART PIECES WITH NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICS WOVEN INTO THEM. CHECK HIM OUT http://www.davisandcline.com/Artist-Detail.cfm?ArtistsID=325 ARTIFACTS The stories are sutured into wood with Pulp and... Sign in to see full entry.

MY NEPHEW IS A WOOD ARTIST, THIS IS ABOUT HIS WORK

A POEM FOR MY NEPHEW, FOR KEVIN BURRUS, A DEDICATED YOUNG ARTIST AND A HECK OF A NICE GUY. HE CREATES BEAUTIFUL ART PIECES WITH NATIONAL GEOGRAPHICS WOVEN INTO THEM. CHECK HIM OUT http://www.davisandcline.com/Artist-Detail.cfm?ArtistsID=325 ARTIFACTS The stories are sutured into wood with Pulp and... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 9, 2005

A MONK DOES NOT DO, A MONK IS TO BE...

St. Andrews Priory My husband asked a monk at Saint Andrews priory in the high desert of California, "What does a monk do?" He replied, " A monk does not do, a monk is only to be." Listen to the quiet of your soul, take a long bath, watch the water drip, listen to your body, and write about the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 7, 2005

NEW BEACH POEMS RIGHT OFF TODAY'S WARM SAND...

WROTE THESE TODAY FOLKS WHILE SITTING ON THE BEACH DREAM KEEPER the sand sifts warm through my fingers like an hourglass my keeper of lost dreams REFUGE dark wet sand heavy on my legs surrounded by a cool pool moat BULLY my sister’s hand pats dark sand higher and higher forming a castle on my lap... Sign in to see full entry.

fatal attraction

FATAL ATTRACTION Grind, a plethora of fault into your own heart Like a vampire’s stake Gamble like a coward with mine. Rise up, you phony jester, but don’t fain come near me without your flak jacket on, because I will be waiting With my obsession flaring. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 3, 2005

SANTA BARBARA , CALIFORNIA POEMS FOR SUMMER...

THE FISHING RULES AT STEARNS WHARF I fight the urge to sit with the old man fishing here on the splintered pier beneath the sign, ‘The fishing rules--No overhead casting.’ A cool fishy smell pierces my nose and wet muscles cling tenaciously to the pier; I understand their fear. Beside him now, I... Sign in to see full entry.

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