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Sunday, June 10, 2018
Energy
High energy, low energy, energy bars, energy drinks... energy energy energy… our bodies need it but don't always have it. Write a poem of how energy affects your daily life. Or use energy in your poem in a unique way that will surprise us.
No poem yet but I wanted to apologize for not posting a poem or commenting last week. I was running a summer camp all week and just couldn't get it together. I had intended to just post an old poem, but didn't do that, knowing I wouldn't have time to comment on the others. I will go back and do that in the next day or so.
phew. been away, but i'm back. energy huh? i could have taken the light hearted root, but can't resist ranting on about nukes ( excuse the swearing ladies ).
JUST PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON....END IT!
oppenheimer declared " i am become death. the destroyer of worlds " at the mushroom cloud, they stood and stared obliteration for the little japanese boys and girls
nuclear. the ultimate energy defines what we will be einstein cried when he saw what his theories had become nukes in the hands of the humanitarily dumb fuck it! just get me another bottle of rum
a star's energy on a planet don't think we are adult enough for that yet
you know it will start in the middle east where the nuclear beast, will be released.
"In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded By the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded That Dr. Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fell At the first hurdle" -- Billy Bragg
oppenheimer was worried that the atmosphere would catch on fire, before the first nuke.given the state of the atmosphere, maybe he was right.the british tested nukes in the australian desert, without even telling the aborigines.the sand was turned to glass and thousands of aborigines died of cancer....uh-hu! - thanks for reading ladies - love and peace and no nukes - paul.
yes, it is a nuclear beast...no doubt about it and Einstein would cry longer and louder today if he could see the turmoil he has created...the threats, the scared children, the things that have already happened because of his mind
it'll start somewhere wolfie. maybe pakistan and india. maybe they'll get another nut in charge of north korea. there has never been an energy weapon that wasn't used. from t.n.t. to napalm. i was scared of bombs when i was a kid.....now i just want my own bomb and someone to drop it on....i could name names ha ha - love and peace - paul.
I like this...the way it pulls different strands together. If anyone wants more in the subject, there’s a wonderful book-length sequence of poems called A Quartet for J. Robert Oppenheimer by Kelly Cherry.
thanks tad. i can't imagine anything more dangerous than nukes in the hands of idiots, except juggling chainsaws and my ex girlfriend ha ha - thanks for reading - paul.
hey vic, i know chumbawamba " he has a lager drink..he has a vodka drink " they once threw an ice bucket over a british politicion at an awards ceremony.. cool ha ha. the getting knocked down is easy. it's the getting up again which is tricky - love and peace - paul.
LMAO. I can't even comment. Literally LOL. I have a kid in my karate class who likes to fart during class, and yeah, they're a lot like the ones you describe!!
LMBO!!! You are one silly woman!! I enjoyed this poem because it was silly and once in awhile we need "silly"! We worked for a guy, Jeff Southwick, who said that his family did not fart or burp...this was about 25 years ago. Then I felt very sorry for the child because if you can't rid yourself of gas...well, it just seems sad to inflict such a rule on a child!!!
uncanny! we were talking about this very thing at the Y today. how we have to do things more slowly, take longer breaks, not worry so much about if our house is clean enough... you captured it perfectly!
yea, Tasha, I have slowed down considerably, too. It's just how it works. Although, I have seen some very energetic old people and I think to myself, How did they get that energy...where did they get it??? Why can't I have a little...lol???
Yep, slowing down. I am always reminded of a conversation I had with my brother Vinny last time I was in Erie and he was still living there. He talked about running a bowling tournament, he had run many, and how tired he was after. He asked the younger guys who had helped him what they were doing afterwards and they were going out to shoot hoops. Vinny said he's found that he can still do all the things he used to do, but now he needs a nap aftewards.
I have another I hope to post and it's dancing in my mind until it dances itself into actuality which I hope it will soon. Meanwhile, here are my thoughts as I worked them out...
thanks bonita. been on the go since 7 a.m. now that is energy. without even any sun either. just the usual wind, cold and mild drizzle. hell, they get more sun in finland - surprisingly sunny for no good reason - paul.
I give you healing energy and ask nothing in return I burn white sage and white candles in your name to purify and start anew ...can you feel it... it's real and no one can take it away
your spirit was sad and broken your aura had jagged edges cutting into your already bleeding eyes that disguised all outward signs of emotion the ocean that you cried has turned the tide rolled you forward in time to visions of coffee stained cups on a sunshine morning and everything is fine...
wow! Thank you, Bonnie. I woke up at 7 am and it was rolling around in my brain already written...all I had to do was remember it. I love writing poetry in my sleep. I know that you do it all the time but, I can only do it once in awhile.
tricky these aura's. tried to burn candles in my flat, as well as most of my poetry and the smoke detector kept going off. there is a certain irony in there somewhere, but i can't find it - sunny days wolfie - love - paul.
I like to say thanks for these nice comments, they make me feel as though I did something really good and I read it over and found it to be flawed...lol...but, isn't that the way of artists anyway???
seems my day emulates your poems lately. today in tai chi we did a movement that was a tree swaying...a gentle soft movement just like your poem. lovely!
No poem yet but I wanted to apologize for not posting a poem or commenting last week. I was running a summer camp all week and just couldn't get it together. I had intended to just post an old poem, but didn't do that, knowing I wouldn't have time to comment on the others. I will go back and do that in the next day or so.
ReplyDeletephew. been away, but i'm back. energy huh? i could have taken the light hearted root, but can't resist ranting on about nukes ( excuse the swearing ladies ).
ReplyDeleteJUST PUSH THE FUCKING BUTTON....END IT!
oppenheimer declared
" i am become death. the destroyer of worlds "
at the mushroom cloud, they stood and stared
obliteration for the little japanese boys and girls
nuclear. the ultimate energy
defines what we will be
einstein cried when he saw what his theories had become
nukes in the hands of the humanitarily dumb
fuck it! just get me another bottle of rum
a star's energy on a planet
don't think we are adult enough for that yet
you know it will start in the middle east
where the nuclear beast, will be released.
"In the Soviet Union a scientist is blinded
DeleteBy the resumption of nuclear testing and he is reminded
That Dr. Robert Oppenheimer's optimism fell
At the first hurdle" -- Billy Bragg
so sad and depressing to think there is too much truth in this one.
Deleteoppenheimer was worried that the atmosphere would catch on fire, before the first nuke.given the state of the atmosphere, maybe he was right.the british tested nukes in the australian desert, without even telling the aborigines.the sand was turned to glass and thousands of aborigines died of cancer....uh-hu! - thanks for reading ladies - love and peace and no nukes - paul.
DeleteAh, a sad case of negative human action...good poem though.
Deletemost human actions are negative tash....that's the problem - love and peace - paul.
Deleteyes, it is a nuclear beast...no doubt about it and Einstein would cry longer and louder today if he could see the turmoil he has created...the threats, the scared children, the things that have already happened because of his mind
Deleteit'll start somewhere wolfie. maybe pakistan and india. maybe they'll get another nut in charge of north korea. there has never been an energy weapon that wasn't used. from t.n.t. to napalm. i was scared of bombs when i was a kid.....now i just want my own bomb and someone to drop it on....i could name names ha ha - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI like this...the way it pulls different strands together.
DeleteIf anyone wants more in the subject, there’s a wonderful book-length sequence of poems called A Quartet for J. Robert Oppenheimer by Kelly Cherry.
thanks tad. i can't imagine anything more dangerous than nukes in the hands of idiots, except juggling chainsaws and my ex girlfriend ha ha - thanks for reading - paul.
DeleteBreaking a promise to myself and posting an old, old, old poem but I wanted to be sure I got something up there this week:
ReplyDeleteTUBTHUMBING WITH CHUMBAWAMBA
Music pounds, fans
shout out well worn lyrics,
wave arms, leap, gyrate, undulate.
"I get knocked down.
But I get up again.
You're never gonna keep me down."
Energy of
the innocent vibrates,
throbs through floorboards into me, who
stands, watches from
the edges of middle
age, down from generation.
I feed off its
open vein of power,
pulses of uncontained force, shared
knowledge, though it
is false, that "you're never
gonna keep me down." I wish for
them, it was true.
I remember when I
felt like that, determined to make
my world work right.
So many times, "I get
knocked down", harder each time I peel
my weary soul off
cold cement, "But I get
up again." Scarred decades to show
for my struggles.
Still, wired to core
vibrations of eternal youth,
I think, yeah, sure,
I can do it again.
"You're never gonna keep me down."
"I get knocked down.
But I get up again.
You're never gonna keep me down."
this might be an old one to you but it's new to me and damn! powerful! awesome write!
DeleteI guess I don't bring this one out much because it is "dated," the disadvantage of using a song that was popular during a particular time period.
Deletehey vic, i know chumbawamba " he has a lager drink..he has a vodka drink " they once threw an ice bucket over a british politicion at an awards ceremony.. cool ha ha.
Deletethe getting knocked down is easy. it's the getting up again which is tricky - love and peace - paul.
Yes, an energetic poem for sure!
DeleteI really enjoyed reading this poem. It was also new for me. I don't remember ever having read it before. It has a lot of energy and visuals.
DeleteNew to me too. Good stuff.
DeleteEnergy Bars - Warning!
ReplyDeleteSo much to do but like a car
I need fuel to get things done
so I treated my self to an energy bar
And that's when things got fun
I ran and jumped and exercised
all things good for my heart
but I must say I was most surprised
when that bar made me burp and fart!
My friends all moved far away from me
the smell was quite profound
but even more loud and free
were the farts horrendous sound!
I filled the halls and the rooms
from ceiling to the floor
with the most obnoxious fumes
and then I farted even more.
So take this advice I offer now
of energy bars stay clear
but if you eat one anyhow
don't say I didn't warn you dear
i avoid energy bars bonita, but i'm still quite good at farting in libraries ha ha oooooo embarrasing.
DeleteLMAO. I can't even comment. Literally LOL. I have a kid in my karate class who likes to fart during class, and yeah, they're a lot like the ones you describe!!
DeleteOh My! What an interesting take on the prompt. FUN!
DeleteLMBO!!! You are one silly woman!! I enjoyed this poem because it was silly and once in awhile we need "silly"! We worked for a guy, Jeff Southwick, who said that his family did not fart or burp...this was about 25 years ago. Then I felt very sorry for the child because if you can't rid yourself of gas...well, it just seems sad to inflict such a rule on a child!!!
DeleteEnergy Transition
ReplyDeleteI'm not as nimble as I was
my joints do creak a bit
it's gotten harder to rise up
from where I choose to sit.
My energy's not what it was
I do things differently
I have to be more mindful now
and take more care of me.
Yet I've become more thoughtful,
going slower makes more sense,
for I can see what I can do
to make a difference.
I find I can contribute more
as there is much to share
for I have learned to look to see
the beauty everywhere.
uncanny! we were talking about this very thing at the Y today. how we have to do things more slowly, take longer breaks, not worry so much about if our house is clean enough... you captured it perfectly!
DeleteThanks! Yes, truth in poetry is.
Deletegotta walk slowly to see the world. gives you time to think about what you are looking at - i like a mosey and a saunter - love - paul.
Deleteyea, Tasha, I have slowed down considerably, too. It's just how it works. Although, I have seen some very energetic old people and I think to myself, How did they get that energy...where did they get it??? Why can't I have a little...lol???
DeleteSweet.
DeleteYep, slowing down. I am always reminded of a conversation I had with my brother Vinny last time I was in Erie and he was still living there. He talked about running a bowling tournament, he had run many, and how tired he was after. He asked the younger guys who had helped him what they were doing afterwards and they were going out to shoot hoops. Vinny said he's found that he can still do all the things he used to do, but now he needs a nap aftewards.
DeleteI have another I hope to post and it's dancing in my mind until it dances itself into actuality which I hope it will soon. Meanwhile, here are my thoughts as I worked them out...
ReplyDeletewas gonna post an old poem about electricity, but i need something new, straight up on the screen no notes, or whining.
ReplyDeleteTHE POWER OF ONE
" we are star dust swallowing starlight " - carl sagan.
everything is the sun
it makes flowers
and it makes the gun
it lights donald's towers
then hides for hours
the sun doesn't live round here
just the stench of wine and beer
I like your "straight up on the screen no notes" poetry. It's usually very enlightening. Good show, old man....
Deletesays a lot and is a powerful little poem
Deletehheeeeyyyyyy wolfie, i'm not that old....though i sometimes feel like it. e - mail me. what are you up to? - love - paul.
Deletethanks bonita. been on the go since 7 a.m. now that is energy. without even any sun either. just the usual wind, cold and mild drizzle. hell, they get more sun in finland - surprisingly sunny for no good reason - paul.
DeleteGood description of something real to you. Good one.
Deletethanks tash. just a running out of time poem - love and peace - paul.
DeleteI like the last stanza and think it could stand alone as a very short poem.
DeleteI give you healing energy
ReplyDeleteand ask nothing in return
I burn white sage
and white candles
in your name
to purify and start anew
...can you feel it...
it's real
and no one can take it away
your spirit was sad and broken
your aura had jagged edges
cutting into your
already bleeding
eyes
that disguised
all outward signs of
emotion
the ocean
that you cried
has turned the tide
rolled you forward in time
to visions of coffee stained cups
on a sunshine morning
and everything
is fine...
wow! this is beautiful and a lovely interpretation of the prompt.
Deletewow! Thank you, Bonnie. I woke up at 7 am and it was rolling around in my brain already written...all I had to do was remember it. I love writing poetry in my sleep. I know that you do it all the time but, I can only do it once in awhile.
Deletetricky these aura's. tried to burn candles in my flat, as well as most of my poetry and the smoke detector kept going off. there is a certain irony in there somewhere, but i can't find it - sunny days wolfie - love - paul.
DeleteMe too wow! Very powerful and very eal. Thank you for sharing, this is heartrending and lovely at the same time.
DeleteI like to say thanks for these nice comments, they make me feel as though I did something really good and I read it over and found it to be flawed...lol...but, isn't that the way of artists anyway???
DeleteIt reads like a spell. Beautiful.
DeleteWatching the Wind
ReplyDeleteThe trees are dancing in the breeze,
I see them sway, my heart leaps high
delighting in the bright blue sky
will you join me please?
Moving the branches round and round
sweeping my body from head to toes
filling the air the whirling goes
making a sighing sound.
The beauty before me fills me full
singing my heart into a song
whisking my spirit along, along,
with an energetic pull.
My poetic self soars up, up high
into the loveliness wild and free
come and dance with the wind and me
and feel your spirits fly.
Very nicely done. You can almost feel the dancing in the words.
Deletehere is the promised second poem...I was sitting on my porch a coupld of days ago and wow!
ReplyDeleteI like the way you chose to rhyme this poem! You are wild and free and you let your spirit fly!!!
Deleteseems my day emulates your poems lately. today in tai chi we did a movement that was a tree swaying...a gentle soft movement just like your poem. lovely!
DeleteMany thanks for our kind words!
DeleteThat's YOUR kind words!
Delete