CPC “Pick-Apart Poetry” Celebrates the Unofficial End of Summer
Welcome to the August 2012 Edition of “Pick-Apart Poetry” as we celebrate
the unofficial end of summer and Labor Day which is celebrated
on the first Monday in September, this year September 3rd.
In the spirit of this celebration, we feature two poems
which celebrate work and the worker.
Walt Whitman’s “I Hear America Singing” celebrates each one of us:
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The woodcutter’s song, the ploughboy’s on his way in the morning, or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day-at night the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
And Edgar Guest’s “How Do You Tackle Your Work” is a piece
addressing many important issues regarding work that are still very timely today:
HOW DO YOU TACKLE YOUR WORK?
How do you tackle your work each day?
Are you scared of the job you find?
Do you grapple the task that comes your way
With a confident, easy mind?
Do you stand right up to the work ahead
Or fearfully pause to view it?
Do you start to toil with a sense of dread
Or feel that you’re going to do it?
You can do as much as you think you can,
But you’ll never accomplish more;
If you’re afraid of yourself, young man,
There’s little for you in store.
For failure comes from the inside first,
It’s there if we only knew it,
And you can win, though you face the worst,
If you feel that you’re going to do it.
Success! It’s found in the soul of you,
And not in the realm of luck!
The world will furnish the work to do,
But you must provide the pluck.
You can do whatever you think you can,
It’s all in the way you view it.
It’s all in the start that you make, young man:
You must feel that you’re going to do it.
How do you tackle your work each day?
With confidence clear, or dread?
What to yourself do you stop and say
When a new task lies ahead?
What is the thought that is in your mind?
Is fear ever running through it?
If so, just tackle the next you find
By thinking you’re going to do it.
Edgar Guest
Please select 25 words from the pieces posted and create a new piece of your own.
Words may be used more than once
and the tenses and forms may be changed
so that the poem you post may certainly
end up being longer than 25 words.
There is no word limit to your poem
(only the goal of selecting 25 words
to work with)
and no specific theme is required.
As always, our goal is to be creative and to share and,
most of all, to have fun.
Good Evening and welcome to this month’s Pick-Apart Poetry. We so very much look forward to spending this time together each month. Please do spread the word that we’re open and come back and share your talent with us. (Barb)
It’s always such fun to see how creative we can all be working with only 25 words. Looking forward to this and hoping this month has been a really good one for all.
TACKLE SUCCESS
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With a confident
Do you stand
Or feel that you’re
Accomplish more
Afraid of yourself
For failure comes
But you must provide
Confidence clear
Success
Tackle
Written By: Bettie Davis —- © August 28 , 2012
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You can do whatever
you think you can do,
it’s all in the way you view it.
Success is found in the soul of you;
be confident and don’t fear it.
Sing the song of your soul!
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(c) Angel Love, 2012
You can do it
Feel the soul of you
Sing as the young
Confidence comes from inside
Don`t be afraid open mouth
Sing your song
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STEPPING BEYOND
Pausing as this day
begins to find the night,
and feeling strong
and confident inside,
I’m ready to tackle
realms beyond my view,
stepping out of myself
without fear or dread
toward what the future
has in store as I step
toward tomorrow
and morning’s new song.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-28-12
WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Everyone is writing such Beautiful Writes here on Pic A Part!!!!!!! Hi Barb…Hi Angel Love…Hi Bettie…Hi Diane…… :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love: :love:
THE HARVESY SONG
Singing mechanics
Singing with open mouths
The carpenter
The mason singing
The boatman
The shoemaker singing
The woodcutters
America singing
Of their worth they have harvest
Written BY: Bettie Davis ————— © August 28 , 2o12
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Accomplish from the inside
that melodious thought found in your mind
clear confidence in yourself ever running
if we only knew
what we should find…
cherie 2012
Nite everyone…….will see you tomorrow!!!!!! School has started……busy busy busy!!!!!
Feel only luck
You can win
Start with confidence
You can do it
You face the worst
Think you can`t
Say you must
Do it
PLUCKY DUCKY
Whatever task you tackle,
inside, in the soul of you,
do you dread the toil
or stand up to fear fully,
and pluck it?
You must do that,
or you are plucked.
Words plucked from the poem “How Do You Tackle Your Work? by Edgar Guest
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ON MY WAY
Young at heart
and full of pluck
I intend to always be,
accomplishing
as much as
I can each day
and pausing
just a little
along the way,
resting only at sundown
and joining in evening’s song.
(c) barbara kausteklis 8-28-12
And as sundown is long gone even here in SoCal, I’ll bid you goodnight and look forward to joining you here again in the morning. Rest well. Big Hugs. :love: :love: :love:
All such beautiful pieces posted already. I’m looking forward to what you share today and will check back in a bit . . . . In the meantime, Love and Hugs . . . .
I know this time of year is very busy for everyone. Hoping your day is going well. Will check back later on . . . .
This exercise over taxed my limited capabilities. I don’t think this is even poetry..it’s more like a limerick. I do a disservice to Whitman and Guest.
The Party Girl’s Mother
Mother’s afraid of her girl’s one-night-stands.
Easy Girl’s not afraid of her.
He fears the mother –
the failure of his pluck.
To the party…
can he find
the mother of Easy Girl does not mind?
He can do her,
the girl –
soul of luck.
thanks, bettie, but this is not my writing at its best. i was befuddled by all those words but felt i wanted to contribute something. you are too kind- this may be the worst poem ever writ. will somebody please take me out and shoot me please.