WANDERER'S NOOK

Selecting a Reader by Ted Kooser

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 17:03:00 +0000

First, I would have her be beautiful, and walking carefully up on my poetry at the loneliest moment of an afternoon, her hair still damp at the neck from washing it. She should be wearing a...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Picnic, Lightning by Billy Collins

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 16:22:00 +0000

It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians are flattened by safes falling from rooftops mostly within the panels of the...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Promises by DjWhite

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 15:04:00 +0000

What I saw in your eyes was the lilt of a wordless psalm,a silent cantata Mesmerized I rocked swayed to rhythms, of your whisper and sultry promises wafting along the...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe [My Commentary]

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:43:00 +0000

Edgar Allan Poe 1809-1849 Let me start off by saying, I refuse to post this poem. Yes, this is a poetry site, and I do post poems but this poem The Bells by Edgar Allan Poe just...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

BabyBoomer Nest... [Bloglines Clip Blog]

Tue, 22 Sep 2009 03:46:18 PDT

...is up and running.

Looking for Boomers to come and join in the memories.

BabyBoomer Nest

Rhapsody on a Windy Night -- by T.S.Eliot

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 12:20:00 +0000

T.S. Eliot 1888 - 1965 TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of memory And all its clear...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Praise Song for the Day by Elizabeth Alexander

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 07 Sep 2009 16:49:00 +0000

Elizabeth Alexander A Poem for Barack Obama's Presidential InaugurationEach day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each other's eyes or not, about to speak...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Haiku

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 18:01:00 +0000

Original Haiku is: A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five morae, usually containing a season word. Western Haiku has changed this lovely form from its...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Forms of Poetry

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 17:32:00 +0000

There are many different forms of poetry. Personally I write and only write what's called "Free Verse" poetry. Many people don't understand Free Verse because it doesn't rhyme or they don't...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

You Take My Hand -- by Margaret Atwood

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 15:55:00 +0000

Margaret Atwood -- Canadian Poet You take my hand and I'm suddenly in a bad movie, it goes on and on and why am I fascinated We waltz in slow motion through an air stale with aphrodisms we meet...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

A Virginal by Ezra Pound

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:09:00 +0000

Ezra Pound No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are her arms, yet they have bound...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Alone With Everybody by Charles Bukowski

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 12:57:00 +0000

Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break vases against the walls and the men drink too much and nobody finds...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Wilson by Deborah White

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 21:34:00 +0000

His smile was dawn's slip into a darkened room. The hat he wore (syrup sticky from the dumpster outside the local Waffle-House) sat cocked to the left on his head, the mimic of Pisa a dream never...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

What is Poetry.

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 20 Mar 2009 13:38:00 +0000

There are two basic types of poetry. Traditional - follows standard rules of grammar and syntax with a regular rhythm and rhyme scheme.Modern - avoids rhyme and standard grammatical organization and...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Pay to learn how... [Bloglines Clip Blog]

Wed, 18 Mar 2009 13:01:17 PDT

to write a novel.

No, I think not. I'll pass.

The Truth the Dead Know by Anne Sexton

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 16 Mar 2009 13:24:00 +0000

Anne Sexton 1928-1974 Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride alone in the hearse. It is June. I am tired of being brave. We drive to...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

So many blogs... [Bloglines Clip Blog]

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 15:08:42 PDT

I just can't keep up. I'm a blogging fool!

Daddy by Sylvia Plath

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 09 Mar 2009 11:43:00 +0000

Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version of "Three Blind Mice" by Billy Collins

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 20:30:00 +0000

Billy Collins former U.S. Poet Laureate And I start wondering how they come to be blind. If it was congenital, they would be brothers and sister, and I think of the poor mother brooding over...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

A Lemon by Pablo Neruda

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 12:59:00 +0000

Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow emerges, the lemons move down from...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

and so... by Deborah White

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 23:40:00 +0000

I wait for this evening then I will blanket you with my flesh; and remove each breast to tuck under you, one under your head, another stuffed under your feet, to make you comfortable as you absorb...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

I Want to Die While You Love Me by Georgia Douglas Johnson

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 16:50:00 +0000

Georgia Douglas Johnson September 10, 1880 -- May 14, 1966 I want to die while you love me, While yet you hold me fair, While Laughter lies upon my lips And lights are in my hair. I want to die...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

double-dutch, boston creme and hell

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 14:24:00 +0000

by Deborah White it's in the crochet of night when he's at his worst. understand, it's his scent that makes my mouth water aromas velcro his progeny beneath my...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Yet I Do Marvel by Countee Cullen

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Wed, 25 Feb 2009 11:08:00 +0000

Countee Cullen 1903-1946 I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

People [by Jean Toomer -- Harlem Renaissance Poet/Writer]

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:31:00 +0000

from The Collected Poems of Jean Toomer (Poet of the Harlem Renaissance) To those fixed on white, White is white, To those fixed on black, It is the same, And red is red, Yellow,...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Renaissance: Portrait of a Son -- [My tribute to] Langston Hughes

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 02:11:00 +0000

Langston Hughes My tribute to Langston Hughes by Deborah White He always wrote with the strength & endurance of noir silk and sometimes, he'd die on the same page -- he too, was...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes.

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Sun, 25 Jan 2009 02:07:00 +0000

Black History Month is just around the corner so, I thought I'd start early. I want to celebrate Black poets from the Renaissance to Modern Day. No better way than to start with -- LANGSTON...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.

Howl I by Allen Ginsberg

deborah3756@gmail.com (djWhite) — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 14:47:00 +0000

Allen Ginsberg For Carl Solomon I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn...

Words are streams of your mind and soul. They can calmly trickle like a brook that babbles to much or rush and gush like a raging flood.