Wonderful Wednesday Meet and Greet ~Calling All Poets & Those Who Enjoy Poetry
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
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What you write ones remember
Have to love and respect poetry
Good Evening and Welcome all poets regulars and new :groovy: :love: :love: :love: Loving poetry here at CPC we do We admire all grateful for :love: :love: :love: :love:
Month of May
Beauty with May flowers
Love to be desired
Poetry to be admired
Art at times required
Muse loves being inspired
THE WRITES ON THE WALLS
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Paper pin pencil
The poets play ground
Dabble here and there they do
A little bit bout this
Lots more about the other
They write
Read
Learn do
Inspiration and inspired
Mind body and soul
No faking
The poet
Its in the pin brush are quill
The writin is on the wall for all to see
Wherethe be colors
Lines are poke a dot scribble
Its in the poet to tell the stories of ole and new
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Written By: Bettie Davis ———————- © May 3o , 2o13
Today is Angelo`s birthday
A fine friend in heart, poet we know
Wish he would show :groovy: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
The CPC means a lot to me because it provides a place where we can share and grow through our works, and in the course of doing so, hopefully, improve upon ourselves and our art. You folks are madly dedicated, and I appreciate all you do to keep this space alive for all of us.
I’ve been writing poetry off and on since I was in high school – tripe, mostly, typed on a selectric and stuffed in drawers somewhere. So I offer not one of my first poems, but one of the first written for the CPC – I love you guys! :love:
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Back in early MySpace days, 2007, there was a poet there who posted a lot of fine poetry, although a lot of it was not exactly happy. This is the first part of a looong poem I wrote (probably the longest one I ever wrote) about this poet. I thought to post it here because it includes some reflections on how poetry provides, an outlet, a communication medium and a source of understanding.
Unshrouding the Rainbow
We’ve read your poems for months
You wrote them for us.
Each one revealed what was beneath
Layer upon layer
Opaque, translucent or clear crystal
Christie’s crystal
You wrote them for you too.
Self-examination
Self-revelation
Self-immolation
Self-sanitization
Now after all those poems,
All those days
All those lines
All that sunshine
You generated from you
You generated for us
Here we are
at the core
it’s blinding us
it’s binding us
to your soul
Because we understand now
more than we ever have before
and we’re appreciating it
grasping it
pouring it on ourselves
bathing in it
soaking it up
letting it seep in
to where we live
to where we love
to where all too often
to our shame
we leave.
Savoring it
loving it
hating it
Because it’s us
a poetical mirror of ourselves
and we see the light
and sometimes too much of it is dark.
pondering at the park
the park changes little and i have returned
invoking the past thinking what have I learned
sixty four years and i am the same person
what could i have done to make things not worsen
alone in the shade trees a muse in my thought
with friends we soar brightly and it comes to naught
and even family who from us are estranged
if i had felt differently would fate have been changed
the silent park watches us play out the scene
perhaps it knows better what could have been
a parade of ghosts who we deemed incorrect
too late for kindness we cannot resurrect
the people we cut off were fragile and real
in park’s bosom for humanity i feel
today more than sensing i can clearly see
that with a good heart we could yet old friends be
(c) tony hansen
4/30/13
I’d like to add this as a response to Ted’s note:
Everyday Angels
Angels are among us.
It is indisputable.
In countless little ways we see,
the evidence is irrefutable.
Angels help bring light to us
on our birthing day,
and we walk among them
throughout life’s winding way.
Angels in our family and friends,
the postman on the street,
good intentions and helpfulness
from nearly all we meet.
Angel wings to soar above
a life that is uncaring,
there are those who need our love –
angels taught us sharing.
(c) Tony Hansen
11-26-12