We’ve been doing a lot of happy poetry writing of late and so I figured it was time to flip the coin and see where some of the most powerful poems come from: Hate. We can’t all go out and do the things our imaginations toy with when someone scorns us, but we can get rid of toxic emotions by spewing them onto the pages of our diaries, journals and blogs. So this month it’s all about vengeance, baby!
Anyone is welcome to submit, no matter the age, the language, or the skill level. So challenge your friends: here’s the shortcode to this post: http://wp.me/p5hvQo-z8
There are 5 simple rules to follow as well as door prizes and bragging rights. You can find the rules and answers to all of your questions at: Memee’s Poetry Parties. There is a lot of information to be found on that page, but if you just want to submit your poem or vote for someone, keep reading.
Every year summer brings excitement and some years sorrow. So whether it’s summer love or summer heartache that inspires you, I am hoping you will join us for #memeespoetryparties this month and every month. Anyone is welcome to submit, no matter the age, the language, or the skill level.
There are 5 simple rules to follow as well as door prizes and bragging rights. You can find the rules and answers to all of your questions at: Memee’s Poetry Parties. There is a lot of information to be found on that page, but if you just want to submit your poem or vote for someone, scroll toward the bottom to find the party links.
Submission deadline is July 25th and if you’re anything like me, summer means more activites so be sure and mark the dates on your publishing calendars. And remember, if you want your fan’s support be sure and share this link with them while voting is open, July 26-30. Door prizes will be delivered via email. Good Luck!
Now I’ve got to go get to work on my poem. Hope to see you around the punch bowl!
He tried to be as still as possible, peaking through the leaves, wondering if they were still out there. Never in his wildest fantasies did he think that bird watching would lead him to this. When he was just a child he begrudged his grandfather’s weekly ventures into nature’s unpopulated greenbelts, especially when grandfather insisted on dragging him along. It was boring, sitting quietly, looking through binoculars for hours at a time, waiting for that rare or unknown species to hop into their field of vision. He’d much preferred to be at home with Grandmother working on his numbers and letters, cooking, even doing chores would have been better than sitting around doing nothing. Sure, the outdoors were beautiful, the sounds relaxing and the feel of the breeze refreshing, but he wasn’t interested in birds, certainly not to the extent of wanting to hang around for hours waiting for a bird that might never show up. Continue reading →
Nobody likes rules when they are inconvenient. However, in most cases rules create structure. And this is the case with any blogging event. I am sad to report that we had a very low showing for Memee’s Poetry Party this month.
If you are unfamiliar with Memee’s Poetry Parties they are mid-monthly events for bloggers of poetry. The great thing about blogging events, especially events such as this one, is that it can allow a widespread exposure to the minds and eyeballs probing the Internet for new and interesting material to read. However, for it to work, all participants must spread the word by challenging friends to participate and following the rules set out for whatever blogging event you choose to participate in.
I want to thank everyone who participated. Poets, each of you will be receiving Honorable Mention badges in your emails, however, I feel I must be a stickler to the rules and, therefore, will not be tossing surprises from the floats this month. Please be sure and check the rules when you prepare to participate in future poetry parties so that we can, once again, have a successful event.
That’s right poets, we are not going to be creating poetry about St. Patrick’s Day… (or maybe someone is, I don’t ever know what will inspire people with their poetic topics!)
For March we will be tackling a much more difficult topic than we did last month with our #How Do I Love Thee poems. This month, as I am sure you have ascertained from the image and title, we will be writing a poem about our experience with parades. I am hoping that each and all of you have gone to or been to a parade in your real life. If not, you have coming up the opportunity to find a St. Patrick’s Day Parade near you. Just call your local chamber of commerce or that of the city nearest you and they should be able to help you. Continue reading →
Love Yourself is one of three winning poetry submissions for last month’s poetry party: How Do I Love Thee? It was submitted by People, Things and Life blogger, Allison Nicole.
What they say isn’t true.
You don’t need to love yourself
Before someone can love you.
All the things about you that you hate
Your quirks, your fears,
Your hair, or your ears
Someone will love
And find really great.
Sometimes it takes acceptance
from someone else
To accept our flaws
And love our self.
How was it possible that she ended up here? She was so careful, followed the rules and took no risks whatsoever. But here she was nevertheless, stuck on this cot looking through the cold steel bars of justice.
When had she stopped following her own instincts? her own morals? the rules her family taught her, which she had chosen to embrace as her own? When had she stopped being her own woman and become the backup player of someone else’s life?
She understood it and yet she understood none of it. She understood that it was her desire for Ben to love her wholly and completely that had driven her to accept so many things about Ben that her friends couldn’t understand and that she knew her parents wouldn’t approve of. It wasn’t as if the only difference between his life and her own was his lack of religious upbringing. Her parents wouldn’t mind too much about that, it was the choices that he made day-to-day, the choices that she stood by and watched, or worse yet, participated in. Like the choice they’d made earlier that day, the choice that landed her here in this cell on this old, urine-stained cot and Ben in the morgue. Continue reading →