Entries in Highlighting Other Blogging Poets (372)
Kumbaya
Let's begin Sunday morning with a poem bu Aareet Krsna, author of Kumbaya.
By Aareet Krsna
Snow fell softly,
pondering it's existence,
as it rode the wind down a starry night sky.
Each flake translucent,
tantamount to glass-work
crystal structure symmetry.
The ground, covered
in virgin white,
Pure, untroubled and smooth.
Each step, crushing,
treading an unsteady path,
brown stains uncouth.
Tracing my name,
spanning across the field
Blithe, yet eternal.
Via Discovery Place.
Bad Silhouette Cast On Black Moleskine
Before I head off to the J-O-B I thought I'd take a minute to highlight the newest member of the Blogsboro Poetry Club.
By M. Morris Gaman
The tree is round, like the world is rude
But harmless cuts are love to others
The clown was a mess, but his mark was true
And as much as he grew, the tree couldn’t cover
Carved in a heart the gothic letters MG
The burn-stump bark lonely under thick scar tissue.
Hung from her nest the benevolent Queen Bee
Didn’t slip a clue what conclusions she drew.
The cut of MG, the sharp lettering glow
Please continue reading the works of this bright, young author.
Going Back To Work Is Killing Poetry
I'm helping my new boss with the company blog and working full time again so there's little time for blogging and playing with my chickens but when I can I intend to feature as many poets as I possibly can. Tonight I'm featuring Wayne Paul, author of scourge, whose link I found in my referral logs. Thanks for the link. Wayne.
By Wayne Paul
The limitless perspectives of genius can almost
give us characters too trite for discretion,
too foreign for sense, or poignant expression.
Know them, try! Impossible, by Art's motive!
Compassion evinces our real admiration
which waits for deference to an explanation
of doctrinal rule; portraits yearn to live
above the silence of their rueful confessions.
Bygone births! Pain's textured professions!
Soulless in depth, unmoving but warm,
Please continue reading.
Voting For Poet Laureate Of The Blogosphere Ends Tomorrow
At Midnight Eastern Standard Time on April 30th voting for the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere will come to a close and it will be too late to cast your ballots.
The sole reason for this election is to make the world aware of a few more poets than they might now know. There's no prizes and no big ceremony but past years have proven it works.
My thanks go out to all who have participated, promoted and pitched-in to highlight these poets from around the world.
Two Peas In A Poetry Pod
Voting for the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere continue until midnight Wednesday but while we're waiting to see who the winner will be let's feature a couple of poets you may or may not know.
By Jill Jones
the interval flames, matter opening
winds change the road
you laugh, in order to feel the air
the bird of the thing
blue origin of colour crawls through the loess
forms dull you, you think
your fusion can hope to escape force of breakdown
with which we worried
take a number to the left of the eye
insane life, a strange ugly place
comes as liquid from a germ of method
means spillage on the track
More, more, more!
by Jen Crawford
black feathers lined my hollow heart
and nothing there would nest
and nothing there would ever rest
except a cold and tiny bird
the start of a bird, featherless
More, more, more!
Casting Pearls Before Swine Like Billy
Voting continues for the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere but in the meantime I'd like to feature someone I haven't featured in a very long time, someone who reads BloggingPoet.com, someone who should have been nominated but sadly wasn't and someone who has been posting her poetry to her blog for quite a number of years.
by Pearl Pirie
we don't have enough bodies
for people to be narrow.
he loves all skirts, no fickle
stick-to-generation, size,
class, religion, coloring
and matched sense of
humor. that's for the luxury
of choosy metropolises.
he's mentally undressing
every woman (defined at
over 6, and under...
Please continue reading.
As A Matter Of Fact I Do Sometimes Flirt
So sue me, it's still a great poem.
by Veronica Romm
The fresh green of the grass.
Your touch on my skin.
Our limbs entwined on the park lawn
as the breeze blows around us.
Hearts are dancing again.
The crisp blue of the water.
Your touch on my skin.
Waves crashing around us.
It is love we’ve been granted and
We have both given in.
Give in to Veronica
Garden Variety Ali Cats
Voting is ongoing for the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere but right now I'd like to direct your attention to some poets you might not know.
by Sarah Flanigan
It’s okay
push me away
if I’m a threat
to your peace of mind
It’s okay
turn your back
if I’m the cause
of some sorta flack
I’m okay
with your disrespect
your false smiles
and instant reject
Please read the rest.
I think I'll let Ali explain.
By Allison Shwedo
This fraying rope will break before I reach
The other side of you where no one dares
To open up your mind and cause a breech
Of safety and reprieve that you won’t share
Experience has made your heart believe
The other side of you does not exist
Instead, you make my innocence retreat
And justify my love with angry fists
Just please continue readng
Toniight's Poet of the Day has been made possible with a $Grant from this pimp down on the block, a cheap trick and Greensboro Hardware.
Poetry With Strangers In The Night
The world of poetry is abuzz as voting for the 2008 Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere has begun but in the meantime I'd like to feature a poet you might not know.
by Kevin Ervin
Listen to them when "they", "they" and "they" openly say, "Something deeper within told me so"... And pay even closer attention to "the result" in those who have a habit of listening and in those habitual "thinkers" who continue to disobey... You see, God is all, and all at once... Only God oneself speaks into the unfoldings living from within all through thy very soul... Please continue.
Kevin is a resident of Greensboro, North Carolina-- my hometown.
A Poem For The Poets
This morning before I begin a mad dash across 4 states and back in 2 days I'd like to feature another poet you might not know.
By Jackie (Micke) Jinks
As I walk the shadows of darkness
through lanes so narrow and still,
I walk with the words of the poets
who blessed parchments with their quill.
As I sit in the dimness of firelight
words flicker within the flame
taking me to those wondrous visions
from which poetic images came.
Floating, gliding o'er the rolling blue river,
paddles of the strong Hiawatha's hands.
Roil with the skipper: "come hither! my little daughter,
and do not tremble so" the father called commands.
Please continue honoring the bards.








