Wonderful Wednesday Remembering Fine Poets ~Who Is Yours
Langston Hughes
James Langston Hughes was born February 1, 1902, in Joplin, Missouri.
His parents divorced when he was a small child, and his father moved to Mexico.
He was raised by his grandmother until he was thirteen,
when he moved to Lincoln, Illinois, to live with his mother and her husband,
before the family eventually settled in Cleveland, Ohio.
It was in Lincoln, Illinois, that Hughes began writing poetry
In November 1924, he moved to Washington, D.C. Hughes’s first book of poetry,
The Weary Blues, was published by Alfred A. Knopf in 1926.
He finished his college education at Lincoln University in Pennsylvania three years later.
In 1930 his first novel, Not Without Laughter, won the Harmon gold medal for literature.
Langston Hughes died of complications from prostate cancer in May 22, 1967, in New York. In his memory, his residence at 20 East 127th Street in Harlem, New York City, has been given landmark status by the New York City Preservation Commission, and East 127th Street has been renamed “Langston Hughes Place.”
Huges mother was a school teacher, she also wrote poetry
Huges left us a large body of poetic work,
Ask Your Mama: 12 Moods for Jazz (1961)
Collected Poems of Langston Hughes (1994)
Dear Lovely Death (1931)
Fields of Wonder (1947)
Fine Clothes to the Jew (1927)
Freedom’s Plow (1943)
Montage of a Dream Deferred (1951)
One-Way Ticket (1949)
Scottsboro Limited (1932)
Selected Poems (1959)
Shakespeare in Harlem (1942)
The Dream Keeper and Other Poems (1932)
The Panther and the Lash: Poems of Our Times (1967)
The Weary Blues (1926)
Tonight we ask you to write about a poet you remember
A poet that inspired you , your writing
or one you enjoy reading today
Maybe Langston Hughes was one that inspired you , your poetry
Here is a list and the list goes on as popular poets
For poetry is popular and educational in many ways
Langston Hughes
Shel Silverstein
Pablo Neruda
Maya Angelou
Edgar Allan Poe
Robert Frost
Emily Dickinson
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
E. E. Cummings
Walt Whitman
William Wordsworth
Allen Ginsberg
Sylvia Plath
Jack Prelutsky
William Butler Yeats
Thomas Hardy
Robert Hayden
Amy Lowell
Oscar Wilde
Theodore Roethke
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FAMOUES ARE NOT THEY BE POETS
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Great poets of their time
I have no pictures
To show for
As photobucket has change sum what
I can not show of whom I write
Yet I will be
Postin a few videos of
Most of these names you all will recognize
Robert Frost
Maya Andelou
Langston Hughes
Anna Akhmatova
Just to name a few of
Wrote of their life sorrow hard and good time
I am sure of
As we writers of to day
Sum are very well known
To most of us
Few not so
Yet them be were and
Still known
For their words
On paper
Videos
And some in art form
The great poets we all know and love
Robert Frost
I have a sign book
From where I have a poem
Published in
Also
Eddie Lou Cole
I have published poetry
These are just two
Of the many books that I have poems published in
No I have not done me home work very well on this
Cuz there are othere books I have poetry
They may not be famous
To any one but me
As I be the one wit poems
Published in
Yet they be very important people
In my book any ways
Oh yeah
Songs
To are as poetry
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————– © October 16 , 2o12
Maya Angelou is a celebrated poet,
Three of her well know poems are
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.
On the Pulse of the Morning”
A Brave and Startling Truth”
Dr. Angelou’s words and actions
continue to stir our souls,
energize our bodies,
liberate our minds,
heal our hearts.
Her works are widely used in schools and universities worldwide.
Angelou is best known for her autobiographies, but
she is also an established poet
This lady I love and respect
Love her reading and sharing with children, too
Her smile always makes me smile with her
Bettie already mentioned Robert Frost, one of my earliest sources of inspiration since he was to me a remarkable conventional rhyme and flow poet as far as I knew his writing. Here’s a sad rewrite I did in my early days of writing poetry as a more mature individual. I’m including the clearly far far superior original first in order to add some class before presenting my version LOL.
STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
STOPPING BY SHOULDS ON A SNOWY EVENING
A poem of regrets
with apologies to Robert Frost
Whose shoulds these are I know I know.
Reality is pillaged though.
My fill it comes a cropping here.
My watch won’t run on blow by blow.
My voice is hoarse, express no fear.
I’ll hop upon till it comes clear.
Beneath the shoulds I cannot fake;
My darkest demons hover here.
Her Royal Highness lately spake
“Thou hast not bread, then eat the cake!
(She thinks I acted like a creep.)
You have thus sinned? Endure heartache!”
My shoulds above me, dark and deep.
So many prom misses! Oh (bleep!)
Defiles my joy, withholds my sleep.
Defiles my joy, compels to weep.
© 2007 RGD
Here’s a tribute via imitation of two of my other favorite poets, Dr. Seuss and Shel Silverstein. The Glump was a Silverstein creation as is the background art of it.
I must mention the tremendous influence on my poetry which Cheryl has had! Here’s a poem I wrote when she added me as a friend on MySpace in February 2007 a few months before she started what we now know as the CPC.
Why thank you Cheryl
for the add
I’m just delighted
Very glad
To be your friend here
Every day
And share our poems
Come what may
You have a most en-
gaging wit
I hope to read much
More of it!
Me cant post pictures so hopes all will enjoy the videos posted just as well of sum famous poets ..
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I have so many favorite poets, including all my eloquent poet friends right here. Wonderful blog and theme. So many amazing poets past and present. I’ll be sleeping on this. :love: :love: :love:
Remembering Carl Sandburg . . . . written last August.
HEARTLAND FLOW
Down country roads
and city streets,
down byways high and low,
where rivers flow
and cornstalks grow,
he has heard their songs,
the music of the cities
and the plains he knows.
The poet has heard
the wheat fields growing
in the heat of the summer;
he has felt the sweat
as it pours down his face
under an oppressive noonday sun.
And his boots that have finally
come to rest
have experienced it all —
they’ve ridden the rails
across desert sands;
they’ve stood on the platforms
of the shipping docks;
they’ve walked the urban sidewalks
of the Chicagos of our land.
And he’s inhaled the grit and grime
of the cities he knows so well,
and has lived the life
of which he writes,
the words flowing
from his pen to the page.
And as I read the poet’s words
upon the pages
where his ink has flowed,
what he lived
and what he saw
brought to life
in such vivid
and powerful ways,
I am right there
on the streets of the cities
and toiling in the heartland
cornfield rows
within his poetic lines,
the sweat beginning
to pour down my face
on another
oppressive
summer’s day.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-6-11
POETS OF MY TIME
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Many poets I know
Of long ago past and presence
Cant name them all no
But I know quite the many
Have read lots
Got books
To show
Many I dont know
But have heard of and seen on the telly
Heard and seen them read
Cant remember
Any of the words
Not by hard
But if hear
Most any ways
Will know
But most of all
I know poets of to day
Are right here
In this space
And time
We share a bond
No one else will ever know
But I think they know
The poets I speak of are here
We share Blogs
And yes
I learn from the best of them
On in per tinkle one
He know who is is all to well
As I say
We share a bond
He teach me new ways to write
In forms that is
And I love learnin new things
Those gits it wrong
More time than right
Yet he helps
Me git it right
Poets I know we are
Every day
Those I have never meet any
Like the most famous one no have not either
But we meet at the same place every day at our little hang out place
And boy do we have fun
Those sum are gone
We are few
But we are poets
In our own little way
The poets that I know and love
This is for you my write
You are in
Thank you for you
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————————– © October 17 , 2o12
Shooting at the Stars
Sylvia Plath i will never be
walled in by my timid mediocrity
and one can be a little blind
existence in mason jar confined
a trapped soul who clearly did see
reined in and suffocated by obtuse society
bravely she did feel and know
disturbing, clear, and posthumous words would show
aspiring we shoot arrows at a star
in gravity of circumstance they don’t go too far
a few have talent and for a time soar high
often greatness is cut short,
without air one must die
Tony Hansen
10/17/12
Wonderful blog, Bettie and great writes by all! Had a late meeting last night and am heading out of town today, but a very inspirational poet for me is Kahlil Gibran.
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Thanks so much to All for sharing your beautiful inspiration with me . . . .
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FOR I LOVE THEM ONE AND ALL
There are so many poets
I remember and recall,
too many to single out just one,
for I love them one and all
as they touch my heart
in such a variety of ways,
tugging at my emotions
and captivating my days.
I love the poets of the past
whose eloquent words
endure and last
well beyond the time
they wrote those words
that flowed through quill and pen.
And I love the poets of the Now
who reach into their emotions
and how they pour their hearts
and share their most inner thoughts
with me as I read their words
in this modern cyber way.
I can’t thank them enough,
all the poets who have passed
through my mind
and across my heart
as they’ve shared their words
and their emotions
and their laughter
and their tears with me
in their words I’ve read
throughout the years.
So thank you,
One and All,
for being friends of mine
for it’s an honor every day
to read the words you share.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-17-12