Category: poet

Read Poetry: Descant, by Sue Harper

Above it all, that peevish tone,

Sinuous, adroit,

Whispering what we forget:

 

“Come rain, come shine

I am here

 

Come bud, come bone

I am here

 

Come dearth, come foison

I am here too

 

O learn my harmonies, my

Ruthlessness, my 

 

Change”

 

 

 

 

(Sue Harper)

Read Poetry: Love and Words, by Butch Dias

Your love and your words,
Encouraged my heart.
You saw me broken,
And falling apart.

I was so broken,
I was a broken man.
But you told me I was special.
And that God had a plan.

You brought me up,
When others cut me down.
You said I was one in a million,
When they said I was a clown.

You sent me a huge hug,
When I began to weep.
You walked with me,
When my mountain was steep.

You encouraged me,
In every step.
You dried my tears,
When I hurt and wept.

You were there,
Every step of the way.
And built me up,
And by my side you did stay.

You sent me a picture,
To give me some hope.
Your words of wisdom.
Gave me comfort to cope.

Read Poetry: New Old Friends, by Deborah J. Johnson

Genre: Friendship

“New Old Friends”

5 years ago last night my best friend had an aneurysm in her lung and passed away at 61. You just can’t go out and meet OLD Friends.This is the one sentence I keep telling people that don’t understand why it is still so hard…You can’t meet someone and have them know all your secrets, or have laughed til you can’t hold it anymore… or be there at each others weddings. The kind of friend in serious situations you cannot look at or you’ll both burst out laughing because you know what they are thinking…You are blessed if you have an OLD FRIEND still in your life. Let them know you love them before it’s too late.

OLD FRIENDS

Going to high school and meeting there,

The first of many memories that we would share.

Going to different colleges we drifted apart

Our jobs brought us home our adult lives to start.

We both became teachers for the love of a child,

God touched both our hearts and smiled.

We talked of our classes,the hurts and joys they brought

Learning together to balance discipline and love as we ought.

We shared in the joys and frustrations of life.

With husbands and children, loves and strife.

Our hearts so close like the pages of a book,

We knew what the other thought with just a look.

In serious situations we didn’t dare take a peak

Or we’d bust out laughing without having to speak.

Going on vacations many memories were made

Laughing so hard, those memories would never fade.

Sitting with you all day, the day you were ill

Sharing memories and laughing until we were filled

With a lifetime of love between two OLD FRIENDS.

How were we to know it was the end.?

Hold those you love close to your heart until the end

For it’s certain in life you cannot make New Old Friends.

—
Deborah J. Johnson
author of:
Sunrise, Sunset-Recipes Through Four Generations”

“For Just five Minutes-Heaven, YES-Hell.NO”

Read Poetry: (I have searched…), by Mariam Tsiklauri

Translated from Georgian into English by Manana Matiashvili 

 

I have searched everything everywhere:

The sun is here, the earth is here, the winds are blowing…

All the words,

All the ideas are present,

All images, masks and toys we used,

All bits of bread that were eaten

Or thrown to birds;

All the trees under the shadows of which

Our rocking cradles stood;

All the voices we heard in songs

And in frightening spells at night…

Here are all the saints in the names of which

For safety we were wrapped.

But so many things are still missing –

Including original copies of our selves,

And grass of immortality,

And bread of life,

And fear of God,

And laws of heart,

And the ways to unseen houses too, –

Seems intercellular space has expired

From the entire body of universe…

Everything exists for its own sake,

Not for others, 

Not for one beloved…

Even time has expired …

Maybe somebody has taken it?

Somebody has stolen?

Maybe I am mistaken, 

Not remember correctly if we had it at all…

Seems I have dreamt,

Seems I wished so much

That it was fixed in my mind

As if I had…

Maybe I have kept the white flowers of great moments

Somewhere in an old book 

In order to remember later about eternity…

Oh, my God, 

Haven’t you kept our original copies?

Wish you had saved and kept us all…

 

 

Genres: life, sad, personality

 

 

 

 

Read Poetry: The Forty Second parallel, by Robert Meskhi

I’ll go into exile
And I’ll say,
That my homeland
Looks like a rubber fish –
looks like a toy –
from where air has been pumped out With pistons,
Then fins cut around
With a blunt knife,
Tearing up gills,
And again they
Threw it back into the beach
It’s mouth toward the north wind.

 

A circle, sir!
the Forty Second parallel too, is
A noose, sir!
You put your heart into it and …
It strangles you.

 

 

 

Robert Meskhi

Tbilisi, Georgia

Poetry Reading: 03:00, by Selah J’ne

Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poem?
The theme is pain through the night.

2) What motivated you to write this poem?
I had lost my little sister her lungs collapsed and i was really depressed so the poem really expressed my pain.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I’ve been writing poetry since the 3rd grade when I learned what an Haiku was haha.

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?
If I could have dinner with one person it would have to be Maya Angelou she’s my inspiration.

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
It was a leap of faith and dedication to show myself that my work could actually go somewhere.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Yes, I write short stories, scripts, life hacks, etc.

7) What is your passion in life?
My passion is to become a positive influence to young artists no matter what their form of art is.

Poetry Reading: The Fisherman, by Robin McNamara

Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

Theme: About an old Fisherman making his final fishing trip.

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

Motivation: My father was a fisherman for 40 + years in Ireland living by a fishing village. In summer months I went on the boat with him in my childhood. The poem is a reflection of part of my childhood spent fishing.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I dabbled in my early 20s with poetry. Started writing again seriously about 10 years ago.

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

The Dali Lama, to see what words of wisdom he can give me. How can I motivate myself to become a better person. To discuss with him his views on modern
society‘s relationship with technology & religion. Basically to be inspired by his presence.

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Why not! How often do you get an opportunity like this? It’s fun it’s a visual and vocal interpretation of a written piece of art. Make it come alive! Reach out to a wider audience.

6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?

Sports writing mainly football. Satire writing occasionally. Used to be a journalist writing about Health and Social Affairs.

7) What is your passion in life?

Emotional awareness of your surroundings. Appreciation of nature and art which inspires writing. The power of knowledge makes a mind stronger every day. Listen to your intuition. Acknowledge that you’re learning about life every day till the day you die.

Read Poetry: Thank God for Pearl!, by Dennis De Rose

I went to church when I was five,

Sunday school, never missed it.

I looked over; who did I see?

Well, of course, I saw Pearl, teaching.

Time went by and I got older,

I graduated to the “big church”.

I looked over, I sat on the left.

Who was on the right, Pearl.

Once a month, every month,

Usually the first Sunday… Food`s aplenty.

Go downstairs to eat, who`s there?

Pearl, with bowl in hand, always smiling.

Time goes by, I’m married now.

It’s Sunday. Church again.

I look to the right, across the aisle,

and who`s there? Right again. Pearl…

1999, it’s a very sad Sunday in church.

My Gramzer, up front lying in a casket.

I stood up, turned around, I said a few words.

Who do I see? Pearl, handkerchief in hand.

It`s Sunday, Church, Choir time.

I walk up front and once again,

Looking behind me, I see…

Pearl, ready to sing for Jesus.

Time goes by; my whole family is with me.

We’re on the left, as usual.

It’s been 55 years since that first Sunday.

I look over. Who do I see? Pearl.

Pearl, I thank God for you…

Read Poetry: Super Geezers, by Bob Grant

Super Geezers – Just some Teasers
Civilities rambunctious Sneezers.
Belch at any Time of Day,
no Concerns of What they Say

Have no Time for Politics,
Pick their Noses just for Kicks.
Speak their Minds without a Care,
take a Nap most Anywhere.

Cranky if They want to Be,
Dirty Jokes and Laugh with Glee.
Dot to Dot on their Age Spots,
Hide their Trash in Flower Pots.

Reminisce ‘bout Fond years Past,
answer Questions never Asked.
Complain about the Younger Age,
Read a Book to Feel the Page.

Thumb through Photos in their Hand,
Skip their Meals if they’re Bland.
Talk about their Aches and Pains,
to Heck with Staying in their Lanes.

Super Geezers have the Power,
Certainly their Place and Hour.
what Remains is Up to You,
Do just what You want to Do.

Genre: Aging, Senior Citizens, Seniors, Geezers, Life, Death, Relationships, Society, Senior Centers, Retirement, Independent Living, Assisted Living, Medicare, Old, 65 and Older, Social Security.