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    Poetry Monday

    Credit: Timeless Images Studio’s Esty store. Our poem today was recommended to me by a good friend and compatriot – she knows much more than I do about poetry and writing. Without further ado, Pablo Neruda’s The Queen: I have named you queen.There are taller than you, taller.There are purer than you, purer.There are lovelier than you, lovelier.But you are the queen. When you go through the streetsNo one recognizes you.No one sees your crystal crown, no one looksAt the carpet of red goldThat you tread as you pass,The nonexistent carpet. And when you appearAll the rivers soundIn my body, bellsShake the sky,And a hymn fills the world. Only you…

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    Poetry Monday – Eye Candy Edition

    Candy for the eyes as we explore our feelings. No, JUST our feelings. Today we have the second of the two poems we unearthed from my parents move (read last week’s post here). 1971I could writeOr talk of how I feel,But is it real? Can you tellOr do you knowWhat I can’t sayAnd may never show? You can talk Or write of how you feel,But do you? Say it!Scream it!Rhyme it!Dream it! Love me!Then it’s real. Ahhhh to be loved and to be told we are loved – this is one of the biggest reason why romance novels are so fabulous. The leading male characters are quite verbose on their…

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    Poetry Monday!

    Mom circa 1970’s  Today we have a special guest poet: my Mom. Recently, after 26 years of living in our childhood home, my parents moved and unearthed some really great stuff. Anyone who has moved knows that the longer you are in one place the more moving becomes an archaeological dig. Like discovering love poems from the ’60’s and ’70s. The great (read: scandalous!) part about it? They are NOT all about my dad. :0) Here’s the first of the unearthed (and sharable [ha-ha]) poems that my mom wrote – this would be late ’60s. Brown EyesBrown dancing eyesMoving, thinkingMaybe he’s here somewhere? Hope not, hope soChanging we are changing.Mine…

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    Poetry Monday: Love as Old as Time

    4,000 year old love poem. Photo credit: via Literally. A love that is as old as time, the above tablet is a 4,000 year old love poem. Some may remember a while back in 2006 this poem got unearthed from the bowels of the Istanbul Museum of the Ancient Orient and went on display as a centerpiece for their Valentine’s Day celebration. And what a centerpiece. The above tablet translates to: Poem recited by the annual brides of King Shu-Sin Translated by Samuel Noah Kramer (via)     Bridegroom, dear to my heart,    Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet,    Lion, dear to my heart,    Goodly is your beauty, honeysweet.     You have captivated…

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    Poetry Monday: Tomato!

    La Tomatina in Spain – an epic tomato food fight! Happy Monday!! Today we have an update on my upside down tomato, how is it doing, I know you’ve all been wondering. :0) But first a tomato poem by Chilean poet Pablo Neruda (Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto): Ode to Tomatoes (translated by Margaret Sayers Peden) The street filled with tomatoes midday, summer, light is halved like a tomato, its juice runs through the streets. In December, unabated, the tomato invades the kitchen, it enters at lunchtime, takes its ease on countertops, among glasses, butter dishes, blue saltcellars. It sheds its own light, benign majesty. Unfortunately, we must murder it: the…

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    Poetry Monday

    Mossgiel farm painted by William Findlay Watson. Photo credit: National Galleries Scotland It’s poetry Monday again here at the blog and we’re diving into my favorite book again, The Best Laid Schemes, Selected Poetry and Prose of Robert Burns. This poem it seems was initially written as a song in 1794 while Robert Burns was at his family’s farm in Mossgiel. O Leave Novels O leave novels, ye Mauchline belles,  Ye’re safer at your spinning wheel;  Such witching books, are baited hooks For rakish rooks like Rob Mossgiel. Your fine Tom Jones And Grandisons They make your youthful fancies reel They heat your brains, and fire your veins And then you’re…

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    Poetry Monday: Black Keys in Concert!!!!!

    Today our poetry Monday is being hijacked by song lyrics – truly it’s own style of poetry – because tonight I go to see the Black Keys live in concert at the Rose Garden! WOOT!!!!!!!! Needless to say I’m excited. I’ll be taking an hour and a half to get ready, put on my outfit, tear it off, put on another one and repeat the cycle until my husband comes in and points to my t-shirt and shorts from earlier in the day and says, “Just wear that.” I’ll no doubt exclaim that he has no taste and put the first thing I tried on before rushing out the door…