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Philadelphus 'Snowbelle' is absolutely fabulous!
It smells like a gardenia!
It smells like when Mr. Darcy finally married Elizabeth.
L Z-R Thanksgiving Farms May 2014
Brunswick
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Saturday, May 24, 2014
Philadelphus 'Snowbelle' (a poem with a photo in it)
L Z-R Thanksgiving Farms May 2014
Using Poets re: Brunswick
Poetsre: is an open Blog for the publication of our "kitchen table" poems--prose or verse--as well as photos and all things pertaining to art. It's administered by Slant Light Poetry of Brunswick for use by the Brunswick Community--which we take to include your friend in Leesburg and your cousin in Des Moines.
Submit the first time (or learn more) by email to Slant Light at poetsrebrunswick@gmail.com. If you are interested in submitting regularly we can make you an "author" which allows you to post directly to the Blog, and gives you the option to have new Blog posts sent to you. The Blog permits 100 authors, a number we're not likely to use up.
Kids poems and art are welcome. It can mean a lot to a kid to get the affirmation of getting a poem or work of art posted. In the interest of internet safety, we encourage kids to use a pen name. Making one up can be a kick all by itself. ( We're considering a Kids Poetry Contest with some modest prizes for different age groups soon.)
If you want to open the Blog to past items, you can click on a category in the "Index of Labels" in the right side column. Anyone is free to comment on any post. Click on "comments" (which says "no comments" if there haven't been any yet) at the bottom of the post. Your quick comment, just to acknowledge having seen a post, helps keep the Blog active.
It would be cool if there was a small City in America where regular people sat at the kitchen table sometimes and wrote, in their own voices, of their own lives and times. With that objective, there is no such thing as a "bad" poem.
And stay in touch with us on the Slant Light Poets of Brunswick facebook page, too!
Submit the first time (or learn more) by email to Slant Light at poetsrebrunswick@gmail.com. If you are interested in submitting regularly we can make you an "author" which allows you to post directly to the Blog, and gives you the option to have new Blog posts sent to you. The Blog permits 100 authors, a number we're not likely to use up.
Kids poems and art are welcome. It can mean a lot to a kid to get the affirmation of getting a poem or work of art posted. In the interest of internet safety, we encourage kids to use a pen name. Making one up can be a kick all by itself. ( We're considering a Kids Poetry Contest with some modest prizes for different age groups soon.)
If you want to open the Blog to past items, you can click on a category in the "Index of Labels" in the right side column. Anyone is free to comment on any post. Click on "comments" (which says "no comments" if there haven't been any yet) at the bottom of the post. Your quick comment, just to acknowledge having seen a post, helps keep the Blog active.
It would be cool if there was a small City in America where regular people sat at the kitchen table sometimes and wrote, in their own voices, of their own lives and times. With that objective, there is no such thing as a "bad" poem.
And stay in touch with us on the Slant Light Poets of Brunswick facebook page, too!
Dusk to Dawn
When you leave, my heart recedes.
The dawning of the dusk.
Night comes in,
I feel his grin of loneliness and lust.
The howling moon,
the hooting owl can't mask the sound of fear.
The beating heart is no match for breathing in your ear.
Slowly you remember.
Light is nearly here.
In you breathe,
and smile a breeze of sunshine to the dust.
JAK
Willow
How the weeping willow breathes,
through lighted space and shadowy eaves.
She never can caress his face,
and brush the ground of his grace.
For in the night a wind brings nigh,
a cloud of starlings that fill the sky.
She shivers in her branches deep,
to the roots that never weep.
Claws and beak pierce leaves and wood.
They make a fire that is understood.
The tears come down,
those she could not weep.
They fill the space where roots grow deep.
Cleansing all the dust away,
she makes a bed in molded clay.
Forming to this earthly brow,
she whispers that her time is now.
Good night, sleep well my earthly friend.
For she is in his arms again.
JAK
Friday, May 23, 2014
Straight A's and a Perfect Bubble in Brunswick, Maryland, USA
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