Weeding, planting
terracing, landscaping
nurturing
Bulldozer, infringer
toxicator
killer
Build, displace
urban waste, ghetto
death
Recycle
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Weeding, planting
terracing, landscaping
nurturing
Bulldozer, infringer
toxicator
killer
Build, displace
urban waste, ghetto
death
Recycle
p
r
o
g
r
e
s
s
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I am very privileged and happy to announce that I have been named a recipient of the Liebster Blog Ward by Marsha Berrry @marousia, poet, artist, photographer, teacher, and blogger. Thank you so much, M! You have been a friend and constant inspiration, and I am most appreciative of your support and recognition of my efforts.
The Liebster Blog Award originated in Germany. Liebster means “favorite” or “dearest.” The recipient of this award agrees to the following:
1. Show your gratitude to the blogger who gave you the award by linking back to them.
2. Reveal your top 5 picks for the award, and let them know.
3. Post the award on your blog.
4. Bask in the love from the most supportive people in the blogsphere.
5. And last, have fun and spread the karma!
The following are my five selections in no particular order:
1. CoyoteSings @CoyoteSings. I sometimes refer to him as “R”. For his incredibly polished, witty, on the mark, trim micropoetry and haiku, his continuous howling, yes howling at social injustice, his generous support of other poets…I am still learning so much from him. He is beloved.
2. Diana Lee @Diana605 for her exquisite haigas, lovely poetry, connoisseurship of art, elegant and polished photography; her blogs are a delight!
3. Sandi Pray @bigmax722. A rising star in the poetry blogsphere. Micropoetry and carefully matched art and photos -artistic haiga expressive of her love of nature, that will touch your soul.
4. Mariam Kobras @Mariam_Kobras. Writer, journalist, a newly emerged talented novelist; recently launched her debut novel “Distant Shores” with rave reviews, and more, a most generous woman, lending her support to fellow writers and poets, unstintingly.
5. Brian Miller @bmiller007. A poet who tells it like it is…with honesty, intelligence, and humor…anything from love to social injustice are his targets, and always right on! Brian is also one of the hosts on dVersePoetsPub, a weekly showcase for all poets who care to participate, and a wonderful job he’s doing there supporting us.
I have so many more people in mind for this award, poets, writers, artists, photographers, crafts people, moms, pops, husbands, fathers, but I can only pick 5 at this time. I’m very grateful to all who continue to support me and visit my blog. My love to all of you!
To the dying warrior on the Grecian urn
was it worth it, brave lancer
this poor piece of land
to leave your grape, your Ganymede?
The young soldier resting ‘neath a sheltering tree
knows his mortal wound
and through dappled sunlit leaves
allows the sun to kiss his cooling lips
The once vermillon kite
the lemon yellow balloon
the white clapboard cottage
the pinked, the browned, soft-boned tots
All now a gray ashen tel
What if there was a war
and no one came?
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Last stanza inspired by 1960′s poster
Only the night casts light
in solitude I face myself
angry with my mirror
my doppelganger
And this is what I see:
The one shadow I cannot dance with
the one greyness I fear
that makes this climb loathesome
my step unsure
Doubt
That climbing dance
two steps up
one step back
I dread the icy slip and slide
Doubt
Cheers, approbation
from behind, above
but where is traction
in this dance, this climb
I doubt still
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Sitting in bend
of crescent moon
wishing stars
would fall for me
Stars
diamond baguettes resting
on midnight blue velvet
Tiffany of the firmament
Buttery sun melting
over broccoli trees
grilling rich
meaty earth
Moon
takes
center stage
Sun glares
Castor
Pollux
cosmic
brats
Northern Stars
compass
shining sentinel
for lost and found
Comforting to know
I came from a star
and so shall I
return to a star
I ask the heavens
if matter
never dies
then, what’s the matter?
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History screams sounds of railroads
building empires
genius, dollars, tycoons
immigrant currency of blood and sweat
Quietly now, rusted ties tell tales
of love, death, battles, winning west
twisted metal, wood, gravel, wind
all remember
The comfy toot-toot
of distant huffing night trains
luring dogs, lulling whole villages to sleep
a wood and metal Morpheus
Sleeping on straw
transporting to battlefield
young soldier bewildered by sweeping panorama
waking, waiting to fight brethren
Jump now!
and he does
rolling on grass, watching trains
bullet from now to future
Abandoned railway car
metal sarcophagus holding memories
robberies, battles, caged chickens, tears, laughter
life encapsulated
A rush seat, askew in grass
torn Raggedy Ann doll
watching from
railway tie
Cardboard suitcase
left at station
half open, frustrated bee
poking at flowered dress
Train conductors
punching into history
ensuring stoppage of time
restarting clocks, moving on
Brakemen, stewards, servers, hobos
preserved in rust
witnesses to all
remembering and remembered
Trains clashing and crashing into progress
rival trucks, planes, buses
the ancient shimmied, shoved
youth will have its day
Railroads
Grand Dame of Americana
overwashed, favored housedress
worn thin
Fading
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Purgatory
waiting in brambles
arthritic oak
shrinking rain forest
infringing tractor
Hell
overgrown weeds
abandoned lawnmower
beetles, poison sumac
stream, grey-green toxic waste
Heaven
pigs with wings
snakes with human heads
melting flowers
strewn apple seeds
Helix Redux
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