Wonderful Wednesday~Monthly Meet and Greet Calling All Poets and Friends
Welcome To Wonderful Wednesday
~Meet and Greet~
A Special monthly blog as we Meet and Greet all
Especially our new readers,poets and writers to CPC
Let`s give a warm welcome
As a poet family , a family tree
Your poetry touches our hearts and you do, too
Please, remember to comment your fellow poets
Bring a friend
We always look forward to new poets, readers
Tonight may we give all a warm welcome to CPC
as we write a little poetry
Maybe expressing how much CPC means to you,
or
What poetry, writing means, does for you
What style of poetry do you enjoy writing
and why
Even share one of your lst poems you wrote
or any past one you wish to share
It`s
Freestyle tonight
Just share your inspiring poetry
Enjoy having fun and being as you are
A creative poet for all
Hope you enjoy this blog
as much as we enjoy you being here
Please, click the heart at the top showing you did~Grateful hugs
What you write ones remember
Have to love and respect poetry
Good Evening:) I am late and still have children Be back when they get picked up :groovy: Say within the hour :love: :love: :love: :love: Warm grateful hugs
WANNA BE POET
^
Poet at heart I be
I will write bout just any little ole thing
Just the way me brains works
Show me a picture
Say a word
My mind goes wild
Wit words
I like all ways of write
Many have tried
More will try
Poet is me
The writer that I call my self to be
Maybe not an author of the big times
But just a wanna be
All I know is I write
Sum times I time I think that
I write in my sleep
Know I dream it so
But just when git up
All thoughts are far but gone
But most times
Sum cums back
Then there I go again
Tick tack
Are pencil and paper
Ink pen if have one on hand
Type write
Just gimmme me space
Will write
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Written By: Bettie Davis ————— © December o4 , 2o12
Hi Diane, Angel, Bettie, this is incredible! Such a range of creative possibilities here tonight. Thank you for this wonderful blog! Much love :love: :love: :love:
One of the suggestions in the intro is to post one of the first poems we ever wrote. I have posted the first one I’d written in “modern” times before more than once. So rather than being redundant – again – I thought I’d post the introduction I wrote to that poem when I posted it on my blog on MySpace back in the days before MySpace went pop nuclear and we all had to clear out:
“I used to write poetry when I was young. I even got a little recognition for it in my college creative writing class. It appeals to me in many ways. I like the brevity, the efficiency with words, the emotions and observations that you can pinpoint quickly. And of course the creativity involved, making my own thing.
So since MySpace has been so very quiet lately, I went out searching for a new friend or two who might be here often enough to spend some of my idle time during hours when most people are working for a living.
A few I found are into poetry and doing some wonderful work. One likes to post daily challenges to stimulate other writers to create. It’s a great thing.”
That site was called the POETIC CORNER. Soon after it folded in early 2007, Lady “Cheryl” Death began what is now the CPC. The rest is thistory, the story behind this site.
Since then I have written many hundreds of poems to CPC challenges. I’d like to think that the CPC today serves a similar purpose in encouraging anyone who drops by to express themselves poetically.
Here is what in my records is the third poem I wrote after first discovering the community poetry site I mentioned above. As you will see it’s a five-beat ABCB. It gets a little hot, but perhaps now that it’s cold in many parts of the country, the warmth might be welcome 😉
Perfect Love in Summerland
Coming to a clearing
Sunshine from above
Cherishing the moment
Hand in hand in love
Shedding inhibitions
Baring bodies both
Diving to adventure
Pledging lovers’ troth
Shattering the silence
Splashing spirits bring
Playful touching secrets.
Adoring glances cling
Lost in lovers’ music
Joyful reverie
Laughter echoes gayly
Off trees’ canopy
Kiss each other softly
Swimming face to face
Kiss each other deeply
Elevating pace.
Sexual caresses
Intimacies grin
Intensifying ardor
Simmering within
Flowing both together
Merging Cupid’s fools
Steaming chilly water
Churning placid pool
Water rushing faster
Over looming ledge
Urges imitation
Brings them to the edge
Cooling waters hold them
From a final crash
Falling all around them
Undistracting splash
When at last in free fall
Waterveil cascade
Draws them down to heaven
Drowning unafraid
Love was never louder
In that silent spot
Nor two hearts more wedded
Glowing, searing hot
No one hears the echoes
Deep inside the glen
I’ve never known perfection
And never will again.
© 2007 RGD
Latest Testament
Why did fate’s machinations lead me here?
For want of new direction was I groping?
The loss of it now is the greater fear,
the vacant end of mindful hoping.
At a point we may pretend no more.
There is lesser gravity to things concealed.
From hidden compartments our secrets we pour,
disinhibited by pretense our souls are revealed.
Closing in on finality we find
we are sole proprietors of contents in mind.
With no provocation we will sell them for free,
still alive our muted desperation is a legacy.
We want the world our lives to see.
Because in the end, we each stand alone –
each of us made differently by what life has shown.
The words seeping outward are the personal explanation,
atonement for a silence crying out in revelation.
(c) Tony Hansen
12-5-12
Greetings and Good Morning and Happy Wednesday from Southern California. I must say that CPC on MySpace was really my first venturing into the world of writing in a “creative” sort of way. Even though I was an English major in college, I was in no way a Creative Writing major. I am still there on MySpace and post almost every day, most of the pieces posted being CPC posts where I always include a link to the CPC Friendburst Challenge where the topic originated. Every once in a while I do take a look at those very first attempts. Thanks to CPC for the encouragement and opportunities over the years to make those first feeble attempts become a daily habit of writing for me. Big Hugs and Love and Thanks to CPC from my heart. :love: :love: :love:
while today’s muse is attempting to wake up, a piece written a couple of years ago . . . .
FROM MY PEN
Before the sun has even
had a chance to grace
my world with rays of golden
and before even a single bird
has had a chance to sing
the precious notes that
remind me that the sun
is about to rise up
over the mountains,
I awaken to the darkness,
to the peace that the morning
brings to my heart and soul.
And in that peaceful place
I have found within
the hushed silence
of that window between
the darkness of night
and the first light of dawn,
I consider the white canvas
within my imagination,
the empty space
that will be filled in
with random thoughts,
impressions, images.
And it is in the quiet
of the early morning
that those yesterdays
and todays and even
those tomorrows
eventually find their way
from my memories
and my imagination
to the page
in front of me,
the canvas
of my words
that awaits
the touch
of my pen.
(c) bak 10-3-10
barbara kausteklis
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FINDING THE WORDS
What can I say
as the dawn meets the day,
that hasn’t been said before
by so many others
in a more eloquent
and wonderful way?
What can I say
that’s something brand new,
some words from my heart
or an entirely different view?
But I find,
quite to my surprise,
that I do have some things to say
when I don’t think quite so hard,
by opening the front door
and stepping outside;
by just opening my eyes
and taking a look around;
by listening to the birds
that sing sweet morning songs;
by watching the Creator’s hand
paint this morning’s skies.
I can hardly find the words
to say how thankful I am
for such amazing and wonderful
friends who share their love,
inspiration and encouragement
flowing so freely from their hearts
to my own heart
and somewhere
that’s deep within my soul,
and which somehow
finds a way
and a release in love
onto this canvas through this pen
and from this grateful heart of mine.
(c) barbara kausteklis 12-5-12
Within the whirlwind, cries compel replies:
More than mere courtesy,
Less than dire urgency.
Without, rest fervent hopes for brighter skies:
Made a slight correction to my earlier posting:
Latest Testament
Why did fate’s machinations lead me here?
For want of new direction was I groping?
The loss of it now is the greater fear,
the vacant end of mindful hoping.
At a point we may pretend no more.
There is lesser gravity to things concealed.
From hidden compartments our secrets we pour,
disinhibited without pretense, our souls are revealed.
Closing in on finality we find
we are sole proprietors of contents in mind.
With no provocation we will sell them for free,
still alive our muted desperation is a legacy.
We want the world our lives to see.
Because in the end, we each stand alone –
each of us made differently by what life has shown.
The words seeping outward are the personal explanation,
atonement for a silence crying out in revelation.
(c) Tony Hansen
12-5-12
I can honesty say that I am both honored and intimidated to be here. Honored, to commune with my fellow wordsmiths, and intimidated by their overwhelmingly vibrant talents. I have always loved delving deep into the well spring of words as they fill me with their luxuriant possibilities. Albeit,I am my own worst critic, and often anguish over my work for hours. Especially when the flow is blocked. I don’t really have any particular style of writing, however, I am drawn to expression of the sensual realm, wherein my own voice is truly found. I am truly grateful for Creative Poetry Corral, the opportunity to share ad be inspired. To meet new people, and make new friends.
Love & Blessings to everyone! :love: :love: :love:
Me went diggin all night / mornin ta find .. This is just one of the first of many that posted at MySpace dont know just where but know many did complain bout being to long ta read .. Giggles .. Most of all me first ole writes is on me ole computer witch me donate to a school in MA .. Yeah had them taken off but have not yet added them ta new computer .. So now me share it here wit yall ta day ..
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THE HOLY GRAIL
^
It’ is said
That the Holy Grail
Is the opening of a woman womb
Religious mystery
We will never know
The truth
Even if you get to
Heaven
God
Will still be the only one
Who knows
A closely guarded
Secret
Of old
The Secret
Of new
And still no one will
Ever know
Only
God
&
Jesus
And they will never tell
Only one other
Who knows
Is
Satan
And for this
He was cast out of
Heaven
It would seem
Cast into
Hell
Where he will never
Tell
Even if he would
He’s to be
Cast down again and again
To keep this very
Secret
Of our one and only
God
Even if we really knew
We could not
Tell
For we would be like
Satan
Cast into
Hell
We can only write
What we think
And maybe know
Yet
No one would believe
Us
It would only be
A false
Tail
On out part
Though we all know
That
Jesus
Had twelve disciples
Simon ( also called peter)
Andrew ( peter brother )
James ( Zebedee son )
John ( James brother )
Philip
Bartholomew
Thomas
Matthew ( The Tax Collector )
James ( Alphabets son
Thaddeus
Simon ( A Member of the
Zealous party
Judas Iscariot ( the one who
Betrayed him )
Now knowing
All this information
And we are
Not stupid
At lease one of these
Wrote
Something about
Jesus
&
Mary Magdalene
Jesus
Disciples
Sheep’s among wolfs
One had to
Have written about the
Valise of the
Holy Grail
People talk of
Today
If not
Judas Iscariot
The one who betrayed him
One of his
Noble steeds
In a good way
Of coarse
Yet it surely was
Written
For if you teach
Your students
Will they not write what
They’ve learned
Sure they would
That’s what good teachers
Are for to
Teach
And on the other hand
Don’t one learn also
From seeing
As well
Sure they do
If it was not
Done
And said
We wouldn’t need
Books
Are should I say the
Bible
To record the
Past
Present and
Future
As it is
Written
What ever is
Written
Is what you may
Believe
And being that
Mary Magdalene
Was a prophecy
As well
Accuse of being a
Prostitute
She herself may
Even have written something
About her life with
Jesus
And knowing
God
Had the book of
Life
&
Satan
Has the book of
Death
And all though other
Books
Of good and bad
The world may not
Need to know
Yet
The world wants to
Know
^
Written By: Bettie Davis —————— © October 31 , 2001